*updates surprisingly more frequent. reviews make me happy. i don't know where fencey has been lately. instead of working on this together, we end up going to twinbrooke and buying 'clearly canadian' and i ultimately write this at obscure hours of the night while listening to the nekromantix. god bless psycho-billy with necrophiliastic lyrics! *
After a few moments, Michael realized how idiotic he appeared, and slowly uncurled, standing up straight to try to save some of his dignity. It didn't quite work. David looked at Michael expectantly, commanding him with unspoken words to jump off the bridge like the rest of the gang. With a few last words, David leaped off the foundation, and Michael just kind of looked confused again. Hesitating (to build up the suspense, of course), he stood there so he could look tormented with indecision.
"Dude! You're like, totally rockin' the indecision!" A voice with a Californian accent sounded out and interrupted Michael from his reverie. He glanced up and saw two teenagers; one that looked curiously like Marko, except wearing a crop and without the carefully primped mullet, the other one a taller guy with a bowl cut and several smiley face patches.
"Hey... didn't you guys enter through a time machine?" Michael queried.
"Yeah! We're from the future!" the taller one, identified as Ted answered.
"Totally, like all the way from 1988!" Bill proclaimed.
"It's 1987, why'd you go back a year? Are you stalking me? Do you want to be me?!" Michael suddenly backed away, and shifted his eyes about. Bill and Ted stared at eachother for a moment before suddenly breaking out in air guitar.
"Hey! I can be cool, too! Look at this!" With that, Michael began to play the air cowbell. How you play the air cowbell, I'm not sure, but the two other Californians seemed impressed enough.
"Excellent! Whoa... do you wanna go hang out somewhere? Like, instead of a railroad track?" Ted asked, flopping his hair about incessantly.
"Okay, but my bedtime's pretty soon, ya know," Michael pointed out. With a nod from Bill, the three highschoolers (though oddly, they looked much older... only in movies) walked off, linking arms and skipping down the road.
Meanwhile, below the bridge, the four punkass vampires began to get impatient and bored. Marko just cried.
"David? Wasn't Michael supposed to like, I don't know, join us a while ago?" Paul stated the obvious.
"Uh, yeah... maybe he's... making macrame items for us all, ya know, before coming down," David lied, his arms becoming tired from hanging around so long. Marko looked up from playing footsie with Paul and agreed, praising David for his skill-solving abilities (surely he was cut out for the smart classes in school).
"Dwayne, tell us a story... about princesses and ponies and contact lense solution!" Marko pleaded, smiling brightly. Dwayne nodded his head, seemed to think for a moment, and then began using mimes to narrate his story, since we all know he doesn't talk. Unfortunately, by using both hands to pantomime his story, he fell into the fog. The other three shifted uncomfortably and looked away.
After a few moments, Michael realized how idiotic he appeared, and slowly uncurled, standing up straight to try to save some of his dignity. It didn't quite work. David looked at Michael expectantly, commanding him with unspoken words to jump off the bridge like the rest of the gang. With a few last words, David leaped off the foundation, and Michael just kind of looked confused again. Hesitating (to build up the suspense, of course), he stood there so he could look tormented with indecision.
"Dude! You're like, totally rockin' the indecision!" A voice with a Californian accent sounded out and interrupted Michael from his reverie. He glanced up and saw two teenagers; one that looked curiously like Marko, except wearing a crop and without the carefully primped mullet, the other one a taller guy with a bowl cut and several smiley face patches.
"Hey... didn't you guys enter through a time machine?" Michael queried.
"Yeah! We're from the future!" the taller one, identified as Ted answered.
"Totally, like all the way from 1988!" Bill proclaimed.
"It's 1987, why'd you go back a year? Are you stalking me? Do you want to be me?!" Michael suddenly backed away, and shifted his eyes about. Bill and Ted stared at eachother for a moment before suddenly breaking out in air guitar.
"Hey! I can be cool, too! Look at this!" With that, Michael began to play the air cowbell. How you play the air cowbell, I'm not sure, but the two other Californians seemed impressed enough.
"Excellent! Whoa... do you wanna go hang out somewhere? Like, instead of a railroad track?" Ted asked, flopping his hair about incessantly.
"Okay, but my bedtime's pretty soon, ya know," Michael pointed out. With a nod from Bill, the three highschoolers (though oddly, they looked much older... only in movies) walked off, linking arms and skipping down the road.
Meanwhile, below the bridge, the four punkass vampires began to get impatient and bored. Marko just cried.
"David? Wasn't Michael supposed to like, I don't know, join us a while ago?" Paul stated the obvious.
"Uh, yeah... maybe he's... making macrame items for us all, ya know, before coming down," David lied, his arms becoming tired from hanging around so long. Marko looked up from playing footsie with Paul and agreed, praising David for his skill-solving abilities (surely he was cut out for the smart classes in school).
"Dwayne, tell us a story... about princesses and ponies and contact lense solution!" Marko pleaded, smiling brightly. Dwayne nodded his head, seemed to think for a moment, and then began using mimes to narrate his story, since we all know he doesn't talk. Unfortunately, by using both hands to pantomime his story, he fell into the fog. The other three shifted uncomfortably and looked away.