*Where we last left Red XIII. . .*
Red XIII: You know, I was kind of nervous when you first came up, but I'm glad we decided to share this cab. So you wanna go to the wedding?
Chainsaw Murderer from last time: Will there be Nutbunnies®?
Red XIII: Oh, I'm sure of it.
Cabbie: So is THAT why everyone wants to go to Nibelheim. Can I go?
Red XIII: Sure, why not? But I think you gotta lose the mask.
Chainsaw Murderer: I don't think that's a good idea. . .
Cabbie: Why not?
Red XIII: What do you have under there anyway?
Cabbie: Yeah! Show us!
Chainsaw Murderer: Aw, I don't think you wanna. . .
Red XIII: Naw, try us!
Cabbie: Yeah! I'm very open minded.
Chainsaw Murderer: Well, okay. . .
*Scene backs up to see cab stopped outside of Nibelheim Manor. . .*
Red XIII & Cabbie: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Red XIII: Disgusting!
Cabbie: Coooooooool!
*Cloud & Tifa, who are making out in front of Nibelheim Manor, are disrupted by the terror~filled scream of terror.*
Cloud: What was that?
Tifa: It sounded like a terror~filled scream of terror.
*They both shrug & pick up where they left off.*
Red XIII: Okay. . . You can leave the mask on.
Chainsaw Murderer: Oh, look!
Cabbie: Nutbunnies®!
*They go into Nibelheim Manor, much to Cid's surprise.*
Cid: Who in the world are you guys? What are you doin' at my wedding?
Red XIII: Hello Cid. Don't worry, they're cool.
Cid: Why does that one have a chainsaw?
*Red XIII goes wide eyed.*
Cid: What's the matter?
Red XIII: You're not cussing.
Cid: Huh. No, I guess I'm not. . .
Red XIII: You're sick, Cid. Dreadfully sick.
Cid: How come everyone says that when I try to clean up my language?
*Red XIII stares for a moment, shakes his head, then runs over to the table of Nutbunnies® & lands on it in a flying leap.*
Cid: I don't see what the big deal is. I want to be a little less foul~mouthed since today's supposed to be special. . .
*Cloud & Tifa walk in. Tifa looks very happy & Cloud looks a little disappointed.*
Tifa: Hi Cid! Congrats on today!
*Tifa elbows Cloud so he'll say something.*
Cloud: Yes. It's wonderful that you get to spend the rest of your life. . .with the woman you love. . .& get to show them your love. . .every night. . . & Sunday mornings. . .& sometimes right after lunch. . . before they get stabbed to death by some maniac. . .I'm sorry, I must go to the restroom.
*Cloud runs to the restroom where he proceeds to bawl like a baby.*
Tifa: Awww, that Cloud. He's so sweet sometimes. . .
Cid: Yes. He's imparted such wisdom to us all.
Tifa: Cid, are you feeling all right?
Cid: *Sigh*. . .
*Back at Yuffie's Loft. . .*
Yuffie's Stereo (Playing a Spanish CD): Bailamos porque no tenemos pantalones*
Jorge: 'Ey! This is a great party, eh Pedro?
Pedro: The best one we've ever thrown! We gotta get that "Yuffie" girl to leave home more often!
*For those who don't speak Spanish, you don't want to know what the song lyrics mean, though you guys can probably figure it out for yourselves. For all the Spanish speakers out there: I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. It was all for the sake of keeping those characters. . .well, in character. Anyways, where we left off Barret & Mister Moose. . .*
Barret: Damn foo's makin' me walk all the way to Nibelheim. . .
*Looks up to see he is standing right next to the manor. . .*
Barret: I knew I could do it! Jes' like ya told me, Mistah Moose!
*Where we last left Vincent, Cait Sith, & Shera. . .*
Cait Sith: We go right.
Vincent: No, left.
Cait Sith: Right.
Vincent: Left.
Cait Sith: Right!
Vincent: Left!
Cait Sith: Right!!!
Vincent: Left!!!
Cait Sith: Right!!!!!
Vincent: Left!!!!!
Shera: How about if we try going straight?
*Maybe they should listen to Vincent since they're going to his house. . .*
Vincent: What she said.
Cait Sith: Fine!
Shera: *Sigh. . .*
Those guys are gonna be there a while. . . I got a bad case of writer's block, so it's just making less & less sense from here on in. I need to restock my Nutbunnies® & Mountain Dew. So love & peace to all of you until we meet again. Wow, that was different. Maybe I should say that at the end of chapters more often. . .
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Nah!
Red XIII: You know, I was kind of nervous when you first came up, but I'm glad we decided to share this cab. So you wanna go to the wedding?
Chainsaw Murderer from last time: Will there be Nutbunnies®?
Red XIII: Oh, I'm sure of it.
Cabbie: So is THAT why everyone wants to go to Nibelheim. Can I go?
Red XIII: Sure, why not? But I think you gotta lose the mask.
Chainsaw Murderer: I don't think that's a good idea. . .
Cabbie: Why not?
Red XIII: What do you have under there anyway?
Cabbie: Yeah! Show us!
Chainsaw Murderer: Aw, I don't think you wanna. . .
Red XIII: Naw, try us!
Cabbie: Yeah! I'm very open minded.
Chainsaw Murderer: Well, okay. . .
*Scene backs up to see cab stopped outside of Nibelheim Manor. . .*
Red XIII & Cabbie: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Red XIII: Disgusting!
Cabbie: Coooooooool!
*Cloud & Tifa, who are making out in front of Nibelheim Manor, are disrupted by the terror~filled scream of terror.*
Cloud: What was that?
Tifa: It sounded like a terror~filled scream of terror.
*They both shrug & pick up where they left off.*
Red XIII: Okay. . . You can leave the mask on.
Chainsaw Murderer: Oh, look!
Cabbie: Nutbunnies®!
*They go into Nibelheim Manor, much to Cid's surprise.*
Cid: Who in the world are you guys? What are you doin' at my wedding?
Red XIII: Hello Cid. Don't worry, they're cool.
Cid: Why does that one have a chainsaw?
*Red XIII goes wide eyed.*
Cid: What's the matter?
Red XIII: You're not cussing.
Cid: Huh. No, I guess I'm not. . .
Red XIII: You're sick, Cid. Dreadfully sick.
Cid: How come everyone says that when I try to clean up my language?
*Red XIII stares for a moment, shakes his head, then runs over to the table of Nutbunnies® & lands on it in a flying leap.*
Cid: I don't see what the big deal is. I want to be a little less foul~mouthed since today's supposed to be special. . .
*Cloud & Tifa walk in. Tifa looks very happy & Cloud looks a little disappointed.*
Tifa: Hi Cid! Congrats on today!
*Tifa elbows Cloud so he'll say something.*
Cloud: Yes. It's wonderful that you get to spend the rest of your life. . .with the woman you love. . .& get to show them your love. . .every night. . . & Sunday mornings. . .& sometimes right after lunch. . . before they get stabbed to death by some maniac. . .I'm sorry, I must go to the restroom.
*Cloud runs to the restroom where he proceeds to bawl like a baby.*
Tifa: Awww, that Cloud. He's so sweet sometimes. . .
Cid: Yes. He's imparted such wisdom to us all.
Tifa: Cid, are you feeling all right?
Cid: *Sigh*. . .
*Back at Yuffie's Loft. . .*
Yuffie's Stereo (Playing a Spanish CD): Bailamos porque no tenemos pantalones*
Jorge: 'Ey! This is a great party, eh Pedro?
Pedro: The best one we've ever thrown! We gotta get that "Yuffie" girl to leave home more often!
*For those who don't speak Spanish, you don't want to know what the song lyrics mean, though you guys can probably figure it out for yourselves. For all the Spanish speakers out there: I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. It was all for the sake of keeping those characters. . .well, in character. Anyways, where we left off Barret & Mister Moose. . .*
Barret: Damn foo's makin' me walk all the way to Nibelheim. . .
*Looks up to see he is standing right next to the manor. . .*
Barret: I knew I could do it! Jes' like ya told me, Mistah Moose!
*Where we last left Vincent, Cait Sith, & Shera. . .*
Cait Sith: We go right.
Vincent: No, left.
Cait Sith: Right.
Vincent: Left.
Cait Sith: Right!
Vincent: Left!
Cait Sith: Right!!!
Vincent: Left!!!
Cait Sith: Right!!!!!
Vincent: Left!!!!!
Shera: How about if we try going straight?
*Maybe they should listen to Vincent since they're going to his house. . .*
Vincent: What she said.
Cait Sith: Fine!
Shera: *Sigh. . .*
Those guys are gonna be there a while. . . I got a bad case of writer's block, so it's just making less & less sense from here on in. I need to restock my Nutbunnies® & Mountain Dew. So love & peace to all of you until we meet again. Wow, that was different. Maybe I should say that at the end of chapters more often. . .
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Nah!