Disclaimer: I own nothing except for myself and a bag of sour skittles.
Wah. I don't own the WWE, and I don't own Austin and Debra. Yes, I know,
it's not the 25th yet (it's the 23rd) but I wanted to update. Oh well. Yes,
I know they aren't with the WWE anymore, but Whose to Say I Don't Know won
the contest. And that was her request. Plus, I just really like the idea of
those two...
Well, Whose to Say I Don't Know (can I call you Sara?) answered the question correctly...and even though I said the first two people who answered correctly could choose babysitters, I realized that if the answer was already there it would be unfair. So, I'll ask another question...as soon as I think of one. AH, I'm slow...
[There's a black pick up truck pulling up to Kylrane's house. It's got a skull painted on it, and the side says 3:16. Kylrane looks out the window.]
Kylrane: Oh shit. Don't tell me Taker called up....
[Whose to Say I Don't Know hops out of the driver's side of the car. She pulls out Steve Austin from the back of the truck, and Debra comes out from the passenger side. Kylrane is shaking in fear.]
Debra: Now, Steve, this would be good for you! You could teach this Kylrane girl about the business. Plus, I brought my world famous cookies!!
Austin: No, damnit, I am not going in there! No son of a bitch could ever get me in - AHH! [Whose to Say I Don't Know pulls him towards the door. He's tied and bound, with a leash for guiding him towards wherever he needs to go.]
Whose to Say I Don't Know: [rings the doorbell] Wow, I can't believe this...
Kylrane: Oh man. I'm really going to die now. She brought cookies. [Opens the door. She stares at Whose to Say I Don't Know.] Who the heck are you?
Whose to Say I Don't Know: [tugs on Austin's leash] I'm Sara. The Undertaker called me...he was asking what song you were singing when he carried Matt Hardy and Shannon Moore out of your living room, so I told him.
Kylrane: Uh...ok, if the Undertaker chose you....
Sara: Well, anyway, here's Stone Cold Steve Austin and Debra. Undertaker said I could bring over whoever I wanted, so I chose them.
Debra: Hi Honey!! [holds platter directly in front of Kylrane's face] Want some COOKIES???
Kylrane: [edging away in fear] Eh...I just brushed my teeth, so...[to Sara] help meee....
Sara: [mouths 'I CAN'T'] Um...I've gotta go. Playing sports and stuff.
Austin: WHAT?
Sara: Oh please, no....
Austin: WHAT?
Sara: I'm not even-
Austin: WHAT?
Sara: ARGHH-
Austin: WHAT?
Sara: [looks at Kylrane] Good luck...and Vince McMahon is the TRUE KING OF THE WORLD!!!
Kylrane: Ok...um, I think I'm going to need to call the-
Austin: [looks at Kylrane] WHAT???
Kylrane: [cranky] I'M NOT TALKING TO YOU!!!
Debra: Then who are you talking to, Hon?
Kylrane: [scratches head and blinks. She cocks her head to the side.] I really don't know.
Austin: Yeah, well, WHATever. [jumps onto the couch, takes a huge cooler out of nowhere, and starts chugging down some Steveweisers.] Hey, kid, you got-
Kylrane: MY NAME IS KYLRANE!!!! I AM NOT A KID!!!
Debra: Ok, Hon- I mean, Kylrane. Would you like some cookies now??
Kylrane: No.
Debra: Do you like chocolate? How about I make some chocolate chip cookies??
Kylrane: No.
Austin: Hey, you got a karaoke machine anywhere?
Kylrane: Um...yes, actually. Why?
Austin: I gotta sing. I said WHAT? I gotta sing!
Kylrane: [bug-eyed] WHAT?? NO!!!
Austin: WHAT???
Kylrane: NO!
Austin: WHAT???
Kylrane: AUGH!!
Debra: Steve, honey, stop it.
Austin: WHAT???
Kylrane: It's there! It's there! Just shut up!!!
Austin: [opens up another beer can and chugs it down] Ok. WHAT? I said ok.
Debra: [to Kylrane] Hey, honey, you wanna make cookies with me??
Kylrane: [sighs] Well...ok...[thinks to herself] If I control what the hell is being cooked, I guess it'll be edible. I've made good cookies before...
Debra: ALRIGHT!! We'll make it from my famous recipe for sugar cookies!
Kylrane: Um...can we make...gingerbread?
Debra: Don't have a recipe for that.
Kylrane: GREAT! Uh, I mean, that means we can learn TOGETHER...[sighs in relief. In the background Austin's singing 'I Will Survive']
[For three days Kylrane has to deal with Debra's cookie baking and Austin's beer guzzling. She's been able to escape Austin's awful singing by unplugging a wire behind the TV.]
Austin: Why doesn't your damn TV work?? Damn SOB's at that crappy cable company...I ought to go over there and open up a can of whoop-ass all over there, and-
Debra: Steve, you want a cookie??? Kylrane and I made 'em!! [She's covered in flour. Kylrane, however, is spotless.]
Kylrane: I was careful...ok, I used that store bought dough! Damn!
Austin: [eyes cookies] Uhh...maybe later, Debra.
Debra: Why?
Austin: ...I like them a day old.
Debra: Oh. Ok!
Kylrane: [bangs head on the wall] WHY?
Austin: WHAT??
Ok. Sorry if that sucked, I had to write it over a couple of nights. I usually do a chapter in one sitting so it makes sense, but...oh well. =P Thanks so much for all of these suggestions and compliments!! Keep reviewing!!! [Almost gets hit with a cookie] AUGHH!! Debra and Austin are still here...and my friends are reliving seventh grade by having a cookie war...AUGHH! [ducks under a table and hides] Review! Review!!
Well, Whose to Say I Don't Know (can I call you Sara?) answered the question correctly...and even though I said the first two people who answered correctly could choose babysitters, I realized that if the answer was already there it would be unfair. So, I'll ask another question...as soon as I think of one. AH, I'm slow...
[There's a black pick up truck pulling up to Kylrane's house. It's got a skull painted on it, and the side says 3:16. Kylrane looks out the window.]
Kylrane: Oh shit. Don't tell me Taker called up....
[Whose to Say I Don't Know hops out of the driver's side of the car. She pulls out Steve Austin from the back of the truck, and Debra comes out from the passenger side. Kylrane is shaking in fear.]
Debra: Now, Steve, this would be good for you! You could teach this Kylrane girl about the business. Plus, I brought my world famous cookies!!
Austin: No, damnit, I am not going in there! No son of a bitch could ever get me in - AHH! [Whose to Say I Don't Know pulls him towards the door. He's tied and bound, with a leash for guiding him towards wherever he needs to go.]
Whose to Say I Don't Know: [rings the doorbell] Wow, I can't believe this...
Kylrane: Oh man. I'm really going to die now. She brought cookies. [Opens the door. She stares at Whose to Say I Don't Know.] Who the heck are you?
Whose to Say I Don't Know: [tugs on Austin's leash] I'm Sara. The Undertaker called me...he was asking what song you were singing when he carried Matt Hardy and Shannon Moore out of your living room, so I told him.
Kylrane: Uh...ok, if the Undertaker chose you....
Sara: Well, anyway, here's Stone Cold Steve Austin and Debra. Undertaker said I could bring over whoever I wanted, so I chose them.
Debra: Hi Honey!! [holds platter directly in front of Kylrane's face] Want some COOKIES???
Kylrane: [edging away in fear] Eh...I just brushed my teeth, so...[to Sara] help meee....
Sara: [mouths 'I CAN'T'] Um...I've gotta go. Playing sports and stuff.
Austin: WHAT?
Sara: Oh please, no....
Austin: WHAT?
Sara: I'm not even-
Austin: WHAT?
Sara: ARGHH-
Austin: WHAT?
Sara: [looks at Kylrane] Good luck...and Vince McMahon is the TRUE KING OF THE WORLD!!!
Kylrane: Ok...um, I think I'm going to need to call the-
Austin: [looks at Kylrane] WHAT???
Kylrane: [cranky] I'M NOT TALKING TO YOU!!!
Debra: Then who are you talking to, Hon?
Kylrane: [scratches head and blinks. She cocks her head to the side.] I really don't know.
Austin: Yeah, well, WHATever. [jumps onto the couch, takes a huge cooler out of nowhere, and starts chugging down some Steveweisers.] Hey, kid, you got-
Kylrane: MY NAME IS KYLRANE!!!! I AM NOT A KID!!!
Debra: Ok, Hon- I mean, Kylrane. Would you like some cookies now??
Kylrane: No.
Debra: Do you like chocolate? How about I make some chocolate chip cookies??
Kylrane: No.
Austin: Hey, you got a karaoke machine anywhere?
Kylrane: Um...yes, actually. Why?
Austin: I gotta sing. I said WHAT? I gotta sing!
Kylrane: [bug-eyed] WHAT?? NO!!!
Austin: WHAT???
Kylrane: NO!
Austin: WHAT???
Kylrane: AUGH!!
Debra: Steve, honey, stop it.
Austin: WHAT???
Kylrane: It's there! It's there! Just shut up!!!
Austin: [opens up another beer can and chugs it down] Ok. WHAT? I said ok.
Debra: [to Kylrane] Hey, honey, you wanna make cookies with me??
Kylrane: [sighs] Well...ok...[thinks to herself] If I control what the hell is being cooked, I guess it'll be edible. I've made good cookies before...
Debra: ALRIGHT!! We'll make it from my famous recipe for sugar cookies!
Kylrane: Um...can we make...gingerbread?
Debra: Don't have a recipe for that.
Kylrane: GREAT! Uh, I mean, that means we can learn TOGETHER...[sighs in relief. In the background Austin's singing 'I Will Survive']
[For three days Kylrane has to deal with Debra's cookie baking and Austin's beer guzzling. She's been able to escape Austin's awful singing by unplugging a wire behind the TV.]
Austin: Why doesn't your damn TV work?? Damn SOB's at that crappy cable company...I ought to go over there and open up a can of whoop-ass all over there, and-
Debra: Steve, you want a cookie??? Kylrane and I made 'em!! [She's covered in flour. Kylrane, however, is spotless.]
Kylrane: I was careful...ok, I used that store bought dough! Damn!
Austin: [eyes cookies] Uhh...maybe later, Debra.
Debra: Why?
Austin: ...I like them a day old.
Debra: Oh. Ok!
Kylrane: [bangs head on the wall] WHY?
Austin: WHAT??
Ok. Sorry if that sucked, I had to write it over a couple of nights. I usually do a chapter in one sitting so it makes sense, but...oh well. =P Thanks so much for all of these suggestions and compliments!! Keep reviewing!!! [Almost gets hit with a cookie] AUGHH!! Debra and Austin are still here...and my friends are reliving seventh grade by having a cookie war...AUGHH! [ducks under a table and hides] Review! Review!!