Disclaimer: I am not Vince McMahon. If I was, Vince McMahon would be
searching for Orlando Bloom right now. I am also not a psychiatrist. I'm
the one who's nuts. Also, I don't own Shakespeare and the made easy series.
Don't want to, I'm reading that for English class.
2-2-03 Space Shuttle Columbia. Rest in peace. Always remember.
ARGHH!! I hate school projects. They take away SO much time from updating! :) I still try, I still try. I've got to maintain good grades if I want to remain the top of the class...I'm not bragging!! I just want to say I'm under pressure when all I want to do is write!!! WAHH....
I've been saving the next victim, uh, patient, for this fic. Hope you enjoy! Someone get me another bag of skittles!!!
[Kylrane's rocking the office chair she's sitting at. She's got a copy of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet-made easy in her hand.]
Kylrane: [reading Mercutio] ...And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit as maids call medlars when they laugh alone...what the fuck?! Shit...[reads the 'made easy' part] ...Now Romeo whill sit beneath a medlar rose tree, wishing his girl friend was a medlar fruit, which girls make secret jokes about because the look so sexy?!?! HUH?! Damn the dork who did the modern english translation...
[She closes the book and looks to her laptop. It's blinking a window that reminds Kylrane that a Mr. Zorro will be arriving in a minute.]
Kylrane: Hmph. Zorro. Unique aliases people come up with...
[Suddenly, a weirdo flies out of a hole that appears in her floor. Kylrane is startled and falls out of her chair.]
Kylrane: AUGHHH!!! [breaths hard] What the hell was that?!?!
Patient: Yo, are you ok?
Kylrane: [Looks up into the face...erm, MASK of Rey Mysterio.] Shit! You made a fucking hole in my floor!!!
Rey: It's gone now. See? [Points to the floor. The carpet looks as if nothing ever happened.]
Kylrane: [oogles at the floor] Damn. At least I won't be paying for damages and stuff like that. [Looks at Rey] Why did you make your appointment as Zorro?
Rey: Zorro's a masked hero, much like myself!
Kylrane: ...Okie dokie then. Have a seat over there. [Motions to big red recliner. Gee, it sounds like I'm referring to Kane. Big Red Recliner.]
Rey: [sits] So, where should we start?
Kylrane: I'll just ask some questions, and I want you to answer me with whatever comes to your mind first. Don't hesitate, ok?
Rey: Ok.
Kylrane: What's the color of the sky?
Rey: Blue.
Kylrane: What's the color of your shirt?
Rey: [looks down] Black.
Kylrane: What's your name?
Rey: [thinks for a moment] Rey Mysterio.
Kylrane: What's your favorite number?
Rey: 619.
Kylrane: What's your actual height?
Rey: 5'4". [realizes what he's said] Uh, I mean...
Kylrane: I KNEW they were lying on that website!!!
Rey: [gets teary] I hate that they make such a big deal that I'm short. I ADMIT IT!! I'M SHORT, OK?!?! [starts sobbing]
Kylrane: [offers tissue box to Rey] Do you realize that Kurt Angle and everyone else who makes comments about your height aren't as charismatic as you? Those "tall people" don't have as many fans as you, and they don't have your high flying skills.
Rey: Really? Do you mean that?
Kylrane: [holding back sarcasm] ...Yeah!! Eh...
Rey: Someone loves me!
Kylrane: Now I'm going to be sarcastic. You're going to me, a shrink, telling me your problems expecting a solution. What the hell am I supposed to tell you? Yeah, you're a shorty and you'll never succeed in life?! You're paying me! Of course I'll compliment you.
Rey: [not fully understanding]...but I'm still better than Kurt Angle and everyone, right? I'm the best, right?
Kylrane: [pats him on the shoulder reassurringly] Of COURSE you're the best. [types in laptop 'height and self confidence issues'] So, Rey, why do you wear a mask all the time? Doesn't it like get sweaty in there?
Rey: [proudly] This mask is a great tradition among wrestlers of Latin heritage. [I don't really know much about the mask, so...bear with me. I'm making stuff up off of the top of my head.] I'm the Mystery King, and my mask keeps my identity a secret from everyone. Plus, I have bad acne.
Kylrane: My dermatologist gave me some benzol peroxide cream and it cleared my face up. The mask makes you sweat, and probably aggravates your pores. So maybe you should ask the doctor about that...
Rey: Ok, I will. Anything else we could do?
Kylrane: What the hell do you mean by that? You want to go jump through hoops or something?
Rey: No, the shrink stuff.
Kylrane: I don't know, I've got to study for Spanish class tomorrow or else I'll fail...It's hard cheating, I've never done it before...
Rey: [grins] Now that's something I'm good at!! Como estas?
Voice: Yo quiero chocolate.
Kylrane: Huh?
Voice: Yo quiero chocolate. [I hope I'm not spelling this wrong!!]
Rey: You want some chocolate?
Kylrane: That's not me..
Voice: Yo quiero chocolate.
Kylrane: [realizes who's saying that] Monkey, you ass, what the hell?!
Monkey: Yo quiero chocolate.
Kylrane: [Gets up and looks for Monkey. Monkey is hiding under a chair, and jumps on top of the big red recliner.] HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET INTO MY OFFICE?!?!
Monkey: YO QUIERO CHOCOLATE!!
Kylrane: [angry] I am SO going to get Romeo [a friend] to kick your ass!!!
Monkey: Yeah right, like he'd- [The recliner suddenly drops down, the floor and chair hanging by a hinge. Monkey falls down a trapdoor and his scream is heard for several minutes until it fades away.]
Rey: Holy shit. [Stares at Kylrane. Her hand is on a lever that has been pushed down.]
Kylrane: Knew that would come in handy. [looks at her watch] Oh, look, time for you to go. See you.
Rey: Um, ok. [The hole in the floor reappears and he jumps in.]
Kylrane: Memo to self. Kill Monkey.
Sorry if that was lame...I'm stressed. Science project, essay on peace, and essay on smoking due...WAH. Please Review, it makes me feel good...=P I write for you guys!!!
2-2-03 Space Shuttle Columbia. Rest in peace. Always remember.
ARGHH!! I hate school projects. They take away SO much time from updating! :) I still try, I still try. I've got to maintain good grades if I want to remain the top of the class...I'm not bragging!! I just want to say I'm under pressure when all I want to do is write!!! WAHH....
I've been saving the next victim, uh, patient, for this fic. Hope you enjoy! Someone get me another bag of skittles!!!
[Kylrane's rocking the office chair she's sitting at. She's got a copy of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet-made easy in her hand.]
Kylrane: [reading Mercutio] ...And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit as maids call medlars when they laugh alone...what the fuck?! Shit...[reads the 'made easy' part] ...Now Romeo whill sit beneath a medlar rose tree, wishing his girl friend was a medlar fruit, which girls make secret jokes about because the look so sexy?!?! HUH?! Damn the dork who did the modern english translation...
[She closes the book and looks to her laptop. It's blinking a window that reminds Kylrane that a Mr. Zorro will be arriving in a minute.]
Kylrane: Hmph. Zorro. Unique aliases people come up with...
[Suddenly, a weirdo flies out of a hole that appears in her floor. Kylrane is startled and falls out of her chair.]
Kylrane: AUGHHH!!! [breaths hard] What the hell was that?!?!
Patient: Yo, are you ok?
Kylrane: [Looks up into the face...erm, MASK of Rey Mysterio.] Shit! You made a fucking hole in my floor!!!
Rey: It's gone now. See? [Points to the floor. The carpet looks as if nothing ever happened.]
Kylrane: [oogles at the floor] Damn. At least I won't be paying for damages and stuff like that. [Looks at Rey] Why did you make your appointment as Zorro?
Rey: Zorro's a masked hero, much like myself!
Kylrane: ...Okie dokie then. Have a seat over there. [Motions to big red recliner. Gee, it sounds like I'm referring to Kane. Big Red Recliner.]
Rey: [sits] So, where should we start?
Kylrane: I'll just ask some questions, and I want you to answer me with whatever comes to your mind first. Don't hesitate, ok?
Rey: Ok.
Kylrane: What's the color of the sky?
Rey: Blue.
Kylrane: What's the color of your shirt?
Rey: [looks down] Black.
Kylrane: What's your name?
Rey: [thinks for a moment] Rey Mysterio.
Kylrane: What's your favorite number?
Rey: 619.
Kylrane: What's your actual height?
Rey: 5'4". [realizes what he's said] Uh, I mean...
Kylrane: I KNEW they were lying on that website!!!
Rey: [gets teary] I hate that they make such a big deal that I'm short. I ADMIT IT!! I'M SHORT, OK?!?! [starts sobbing]
Kylrane: [offers tissue box to Rey] Do you realize that Kurt Angle and everyone else who makes comments about your height aren't as charismatic as you? Those "tall people" don't have as many fans as you, and they don't have your high flying skills.
Rey: Really? Do you mean that?
Kylrane: [holding back sarcasm] ...Yeah!! Eh...
Rey: Someone loves me!
Kylrane: Now I'm going to be sarcastic. You're going to me, a shrink, telling me your problems expecting a solution. What the hell am I supposed to tell you? Yeah, you're a shorty and you'll never succeed in life?! You're paying me! Of course I'll compliment you.
Rey: [not fully understanding]...but I'm still better than Kurt Angle and everyone, right? I'm the best, right?
Kylrane: [pats him on the shoulder reassurringly] Of COURSE you're the best. [types in laptop 'height and self confidence issues'] So, Rey, why do you wear a mask all the time? Doesn't it like get sweaty in there?
Rey: [proudly] This mask is a great tradition among wrestlers of Latin heritage. [I don't really know much about the mask, so...bear with me. I'm making stuff up off of the top of my head.] I'm the Mystery King, and my mask keeps my identity a secret from everyone. Plus, I have bad acne.
Kylrane: My dermatologist gave me some benzol peroxide cream and it cleared my face up. The mask makes you sweat, and probably aggravates your pores. So maybe you should ask the doctor about that...
Rey: Ok, I will. Anything else we could do?
Kylrane: What the hell do you mean by that? You want to go jump through hoops or something?
Rey: No, the shrink stuff.
Kylrane: I don't know, I've got to study for Spanish class tomorrow or else I'll fail...It's hard cheating, I've never done it before...
Rey: [grins] Now that's something I'm good at!! Como estas?
Voice: Yo quiero chocolate.
Kylrane: Huh?
Voice: Yo quiero chocolate. [I hope I'm not spelling this wrong!!]
Rey: You want some chocolate?
Kylrane: That's not me..
Voice: Yo quiero chocolate.
Kylrane: [realizes who's saying that] Monkey, you ass, what the hell?!
Monkey: Yo quiero chocolate.
Kylrane: [Gets up and looks for Monkey. Monkey is hiding under a chair, and jumps on top of the big red recliner.] HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET INTO MY OFFICE?!?!
Monkey: YO QUIERO CHOCOLATE!!
Kylrane: [angry] I am SO going to get Romeo [a friend] to kick your ass!!!
Monkey: Yeah right, like he'd- [The recliner suddenly drops down, the floor and chair hanging by a hinge. Monkey falls down a trapdoor and his scream is heard for several minutes until it fades away.]
Rey: Holy shit. [Stares at Kylrane. Her hand is on a lever that has been pushed down.]
Kylrane: Knew that would come in handy. [looks at her watch] Oh, look, time for you to go. See you.
Rey: Um, ok. [The hole in the floor reappears and he jumps in.]
Kylrane: Memo to self. Kill Monkey.
Sorry if that was lame...I'm stressed. Science project, essay on peace, and essay on smoking due...WAH. Please Review, it makes me feel good...=P I write for you guys!!!