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What happens when a group of Final Fantasy Seven characters who hold a grudge against other characters get locked into a mansion together? Dozens of miscarages and plenty of laughs! Join us tonight at nine for FF7 Big Brother! An AngelShattered production!
(Whose Line theme plays)
Drew: Welcome back! We got ourselves a new cast! Say hello to…
Squall Leonhart!
(Squall waves lightly)
Yuffie Kiseragi!
(Yuffie poses all kawaii)
Black Mage!
(Black Mage starts shocking random people in the audience)
And Irvine Kinneas!
(Irvine tilts his hat and waves)
Drew: Okaaay. Let's get right into the thick of it, with a game we like to call Show Stopping Number! This one's for BM, Yuffie, and Irvine. What's gonna happen is these guys are gonna act out a scene, but when I I press the buzzer, they have to make a broadway song out of the last line that was used. Scene is…jittery airplane passenger Black Mage seems to be disturbing the other passengers. Yuffie, the flight attendant is called to help out, and Irvine the pilot, shows up later. Whenever you're ready, start out..
BM: (Reading a magazine) Damnit, these pussies don't do anything for me…
Yuffie: Excuse me sir? You're bothering the other passengers.
BM: Excuse me tootz, but I paid five thousand samolians to piss people off wherever the hell I wanted!
Yuffie: Well gawd, can't you be a little nice?
BM: Fraid not babe, it's in my genes
(Drew Buzzes – Music starts)
BM: It's In my genes! Bu-da-dump-da-dum! It's in my genes! Bu-da-dump-da- dum! Oooh but don't you get all messy, cause baby this here's nessy, maybe I'll let you into my JEEEeeeEEans!
(Music ends)
Yuffie: Ah! Now I see why the passengers kept calling! You're a total whore!
BM: Ah you know you want it. That's what the last attentent kept telling me, and she joined the TWO mile high club!
(wh00ting from the crowd)
Irvine: (Dashes in) I'm Irvine, the pilot! I show up late!
(Drew buzzes – Music starts again)
Irvine: Dum de de de do! Oh I'm Irvine, the pilot! I fly big planes around! Never little bitty planes, always bis ass jets! Cause baby, you know it, when we do iiiiit! Your Grand Canyon can't compete with my Seven-Fourty- Seveeeeeen!
(Music ends)
Irvine: Is this the man slut I kept hearing about?
BM: No, try the cockpit
Yuffie: That's him! That's the asshole
(By now the contestants are trying to think up the zanist things hoping that Drew'll buzz on them)
Irvine: That's him? I can't believe it!
BM: Yyyep, me and my big frompy hat!
Yuffie: …Er, I hate your hat!
Squall: (Pissed off) Hurry up and ring the damn buzzer!
(Drew Buzes – Music starts)
Squall: Oh how I wish you'd hit that buzz! Oh how I wish that the carpet wasn't full o fuzz! Cause sittin up here watching these sad SOBs perfooooooooooorm! Makes you kinda wish the plane'd blow up and diEEEE- aieeeeee!!
(Drew makes final buzz, people returm)
Drew: That was excelent. A bajillion points to Squall for being a good sport!
Squall: Whatever
Yuffie: (Gasps) Don't get started you!
Drew: Okaay, next game, Press conference! This game's for all four of you. Irvine's gonna be giving a press conference, but he doesn't know what he is, and these three guys gotta give him hints as to what he is. Whever you're ready, start
Irvine: (Standing at a podium) Alright, I haven't got a whole lotta time, let's get this started! (Subtitle – "James Bond has become a father" )
Yuffie: Marg Delahuntie, Midgar Brocasting. We all just heard the news, how does this bode well with the Miss?
Irvine: Well, I gotta be honest, she wasn't too pleased. I guess that's what a case of beer and some pizza'll do to a man!
Squall: Laguna Loire, Timber Maniacs. How is the Spy who loved you?
Irvine: Well see, after the car wreck, she started taking up drinking, on account of the fact it scarred her face for life. We're afraid of what that'll do to the town's beer supply.
BM: Professor Unne, Corneria University. Are you afraid that this move will jeopardize your international recognition among women?
Irvine: Oh I really don't know. I don't care frankley. Women are ALWAYS second best! At least when it comes to scarfing down tequilas anyway.
Yuffie: Some say you should live and let live, some say you should just let the damn thing die. Your thoughts?
Irvine: Ooooh no! Mister Eel and the twin bongos aren't retiring yet!
BM: So you're suggesting that more may be a result of your mojo getting the Living Daylights scared out of it?
Irvine: Nope, no way. These Thunderballs aren't gonna stop with just one kid!
Drew: YES! (Hits buzzer)
(They return)
Drew: You figured it out right?
Irvine: ….Er…not really, no.
What happens when a group of Final Fantasy Seven characters who hold a grudge against other characters get locked into a mansion together? Dozens of miscarages and plenty of laughs! Join us tonight at nine for FF7 Big Brother! An AngelShattered production!
(Whose Line theme plays)
Drew: Welcome back! We got ourselves a new cast! Say hello to…
Squall Leonhart!
(Squall waves lightly)
Yuffie Kiseragi!
(Yuffie poses all kawaii)
Black Mage!
(Black Mage starts shocking random people in the audience)
And Irvine Kinneas!
(Irvine tilts his hat and waves)
Drew: Okaaay. Let's get right into the thick of it, with a game we like to call Show Stopping Number! This one's for BM, Yuffie, and Irvine. What's gonna happen is these guys are gonna act out a scene, but when I I press the buzzer, they have to make a broadway song out of the last line that was used. Scene is…jittery airplane passenger Black Mage seems to be disturbing the other passengers. Yuffie, the flight attendant is called to help out, and Irvine the pilot, shows up later. Whenever you're ready, start out..
BM: (Reading a magazine) Damnit, these pussies don't do anything for me…
Yuffie: Excuse me sir? You're bothering the other passengers.
BM: Excuse me tootz, but I paid five thousand samolians to piss people off wherever the hell I wanted!
Yuffie: Well gawd, can't you be a little nice?
BM: Fraid not babe, it's in my genes
(Drew Buzzes – Music starts)
BM: It's In my genes! Bu-da-dump-da-dum! It's in my genes! Bu-da-dump-da- dum! Oooh but don't you get all messy, cause baby this here's nessy, maybe I'll let you into my JEEEeeeEEans!
(Music ends)
Yuffie: Ah! Now I see why the passengers kept calling! You're a total whore!
BM: Ah you know you want it. That's what the last attentent kept telling me, and she joined the TWO mile high club!
(wh00ting from the crowd)
Irvine: (Dashes in) I'm Irvine, the pilot! I show up late!
(Drew buzzes – Music starts again)
Irvine: Dum de de de do! Oh I'm Irvine, the pilot! I fly big planes around! Never little bitty planes, always bis ass jets! Cause baby, you know it, when we do iiiiit! Your Grand Canyon can't compete with my Seven-Fourty- Seveeeeeen!
(Music ends)
Irvine: Is this the man slut I kept hearing about?
BM: No, try the cockpit
Yuffie: That's him! That's the asshole
(By now the contestants are trying to think up the zanist things hoping that Drew'll buzz on them)
Irvine: That's him? I can't believe it!
BM: Yyyep, me and my big frompy hat!
Yuffie: …Er, I hate your hat!
Squall: (Pissed off) Hurry up and ring the damn buzzer!
(Drew Buzes – Music starts)
Squall: Oh how I wish you'd hit that buzz! Oh how I wish that the carpet wasn't full o fuzz! Cause sittin up here watching these sad SOBs perfooooooooooorm! Makes you kinda wish the plane'd blow up and diEEEE- aieeeeee!!
(Drew makes final buzz, people returm)
Drew: That was excelent. A bajillion points to Squall for being a good sport!
Squall: Whatever
Yuffie: (Gasps) Don't get started you!
Drew: Okaay, next game, Press conference! This game's for all four of you. Irvine's gonna be giving a press conference, but he doesn't know what he is, and these three guys gotta give him hints as to what he is. Whever you're ready, start
Irvine: (Standing at a podium) Alright, I haven't got a whole lotta time, let's get this started! (Subtitle – "James Bond has become a father" )
Yuffie: Marg Delahuntie, Midgar Brocasting. We all just heard the news, how does this bode well with the Miss?
Irvine: Well, I gotta be honest, she wasn't too pleased. I guess that's what a case of beer and some pizza'll do to a man!
Squall: Laguna Loire, Timber Maniacs. How is the Spy who loved you?
Irvine: Well see, after the car wreck, she started taking up drinking, on account of the fact it scarred her face for life. We're afraid of what that'll do to the town's beer supply.
BM: Professor Unne, Corneria University. Are you afraid that this move will jeopardize your international recognition among women?
Irvine: Oh I really don't know. I don't care frankley. Women are ALWAYS second best! At least when it comes to scarfing down tequilas anyway.
Yuffie: Some say you should live and let live, some say you should just let the damn thing die. Your thoughts?
Irvine: Ooooh no! Mister Eel and the twin bongos aren't retiring yet!
BM: So you're suggesting that more may be a result of your mojo getting the Living Daylights scared out of it?
Irvine: Nope, no way. These Thunderballs aren't gonna stop with just one kid!
Drew: YES! (Hits buzzer)
(They return)
Drew: You figured it out right?
Irvine: ….Er…not really, no.