Yasou! Bon giorno! Ola! Bonjour! Chao (I dare someone to tell me that's spelt wrong... it's Vietnamese, not Italian)! Konnichiwa! Hello! *readers throw remote control at her* Owwww that HURT! I was only being friendly! And dude, what's up with the remote control?!?
*clears throat* Ok well anyway, it is me, back again, yes indeedee, and you are reading the Interviews with the Legends themselves, yes indeedee, but I don't know why exactly! +_+ yes well I am a little strange today...
How about i just stop talking, get the disclaimer thing out of the way, and get on with the interview, nyeh? Sounds good.
DISCLAIMER: *Storm cackles evilly, rubs her hands together in anticipation etck etck* Interesting Fact: Linkin Park did the original opening song for DBZ! Did you know that? Huh? Didyadidyadidya?!? *audience crosses arms impatiently and nods... Storm pouts* Ok well I didn't know, so - so - UGH! I hate being dumb sometimes... (but only sometimes)
REAL DISCLAIMER (snort): TV ads show you how detergents take out bloodstains. I think if you've got a bloodstained T-shirt, maybe laundry isn't your biggest problem. (Storm: ok, so that wasn't original, but it's godamm funny.)
REAL REAL DISLAIMER: You know, some people have problems getting along with other people... particularly getting along with me. All you have to realise is that the sooner you start worshipping me, the sooner we'll all be living in ~harmony~. Oh and if you want you can worship Anime Shark, cos Anime Shark is just the best (you RULE!) Anime Shark gave me two reviews! TWO!! ^_^ And that other dudette Rules as well!
Oh har, har har har, hardi har har, I do crack myself up sometimes. Maybe a little bit of superglue will do it... *dodges remote control* BlOoDy HeLl YoU pEoPlE aRe ViOlEnT!!!
REAL REAL REAL DISCLAIMER: For all those who care, my speakers have recovered from their cold, and are no longer sneezing over my work of art. All I can say is Thank Bloody God. Oh yeah and Happy Easter ya'll! Oooh I'm rude sometimes... ~sacriligious~ oOoHh *x-files music* Controversy...
And for all those who DON'T care about my speakers, may you fall in a puddle of mud.
A really, really DEEP puddle of mud.
REAL REAL REAL REAL DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything, I don't know anything, and I did not witness that murder on 36th street at 10 o'clock last night.
What do you mean, 'what murder'?!?
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*cheesy music plays* No, wait!! Hold the Fone!! Cheesy music does NOT play any more! This program is now hip, kewl, kule, cule, cool, kool and Kuwl! So let me start again!
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*funky music plays* ~PlaY DaT FuNkY MuZiK wItE BoY~
ANNOUNCER: Aaaaand now for your favourite show, Legends With the Interviews Themselves! Uh... um... I mean...
Storm, yours truly, walks onto the stage, waving and smiling etck etck.
STORM: *out of the corner of her mouth* What, haven't had your coffee yet?
ANNOUNCER: Aaaaand here's your favourite host, Thunder! No, wait, that can't be right...
STORM: *hands on hips* Stop it. Please. You're embarassing me. Shame on you. SHAME on you.
ANNOUNCER: And today's co-host is... Simon the Sorceror!
STORM: *stomps her foot* You are HOPELESS today! Sit down before you hurt yourself!
ANNOUNCER: But watch out for those Killer Whales! Reports say they are storming the city!
Storm runs offstage for a moment, and drags the producer back on with her. Whispering in the producer's ear, she points up at a certain spot in the roof, where the disembodied voice of the Announcer resides. The producer nods, and pulls out a tranquilizer gun, which he has somehow kept hidden until now, just like a lot of anime superpeople tend to do. He then proceeds to load it up with a wicked-looking tranquilizer dart thingy. The announcer rambles on, unaware of the Controversy unfolding beneath him.
ANNOUNCER: *advertising woman voice (you know, when you turn the TV on in the middle of the day and see an ad for something like nose-hair removal)* You should drink 8 glasses of water a day to stay healthy. You know, most humans live in a constantly Dehydrated state! By the time you feel thirsty, you're already Dehydrated!
The producer fiddles with the gun a little more, frowning. Storm leans over his shoulder, eyes questioning, and he shrugs, indicating that he doesn't know what's wrong with it. Storm lifts her wrist and taps her watch meaningfullly, then points at the Announcer again.
ANNOUNCER: SCHHH NEWSFLASH NEWSFLASH Scientists have only just discovered that drinking water may endanger your health! Apparently, drinking eight glasses of water a day leaves you bloated and unbalanced. When driving a car after 8 glasses of water, turning a corner causes the water to slosh to one side, the momentum of which swinging your car to that side too. This is reportedly the cause of many of today's Car Casualties. Scientists are recommending that everyone stops drinking all water immediately. Why does my heart... feel so bad... why does my soul...
The producer stomps his foot. He squints at the gun, wondering what on earth is wrong with it.
ANNOUNCER: Get get down, down down d-down. Get get down, down down d-down. Get get down, down down do-down. Get get down down down down, down down down down, dow-n dow-n dow-n down. Woo!
The producer is almost in hysterics. Storm places a hand on his shoulder reassuringly, as if to say, "Calm down, and let the experts deal with this one." The producer raises an eyebrow, but steps back. Storm whips a MASSIVE gun out from behind her back, Tomb Raider style, and the producer's eyes almost pop out of his head. Storm aims it carefully at the roof, at the exact spot she pointed to before. Her finger hovers on the trigger for just a second...
ANNOUNCER: I love Aer-o-plane Jelleeeeeeeeee! Aer-o-plane Jelly for m - *Storm shoots, the boom of the gun deafening, and she is definitely NOT off target* AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
A terrible scream fills the studio, then all is silent.
The producer swallows, and turns to Storm.
EVIL PRODUCER: Th - thankyou, Storm.
Storm grins, waving the gun around as she gesticulates (that is NOT a rude word).
STORM: Any time!
EVIL PRODUCER: May I ask... how did you happen to be carrying around a MASSIVE Tomb Raider style gun?
STORM: *shrugs casually* I didn't feel like getting bashed up by you again today.
CONVERTED PRODUCER: Yes. I see. That's using your initiative. Keep up the good work. You know what? I'll give you a pay rise for your good work, how's that? Anyway, on with the show.
The now-meek producer bows (Japanese style, hands palm together in front of him) and disappears.
STORM: So, on with the show! Today, on what's left of my air-time, I'm going to be interviewing the legendary Irvine! Give him a big hand, everybody!
Yesh, well you all know the story... there's no-one in the audience, so nobody claps. Snobs. (AN: Hey maybe... No I'll put that in at the end of the story)
Storm turns to the hopeless guy holding up the CLAP card.
STORM: Hey, dude!
He turns around. "Yes?"
Storm is startled by his somewhat feminine appearance, but as she has no co-host...
CARD-BOY: *squeals* Oh goodee! Alright! Ok, now doesn't somebody have to do my makeup? Come on people, move it! What am I paying you for?
The mother of all sweatdrops has appeared on Storm's head, but fortunately the producer is too busy wondering where Storm got that massive gun to notice.
After Card-Boy/Girl/? is all prettied up, or as pretty as he'll ever be anyway(=), Storm turns to him/her/?.
STORM: Ok, time to get with the program, card-boy. We are about to interview one of the hunkiest chunks on Planet Zi, so just keep quiet, ok?
CARD-BOY: *tosses hair impatiently* Whatever. And my name's Stinger. Get it right.
STORM: Whatever!
Storm stands as Irvine walks onto stage.
STORM: Irvine! So glad you could make - *stops suddenly*
Irvine had made it halfway across the stage, saw Stinger, and promptly walked off again, without missing a beat.
STORM: Irvine! *he ignores her. bad idea* IRVINE! GET YOUR 2D BUTT BACK ON THIS STAGE RIGHT N-O-W!!!!!
She's so loud, even the windows are rattling. Most unusually for Irvine, except in circumstances where his life is in danger or where he's recently stolen something, he scuttles back on stage and plonks his 2D butt in the interview chair before you could say, "Noodles, chocolate and peanut butter make 11 Gold a crunchy lunch." (AN: Please. Don't even ask.)
STORM: *smiling* As I was saying, so glad you could join us.
STINGER: Actually, you were saying how glad you were he could make -
STORM: *growls at Stinger* Shut it! *to Irvine now* So Irvine, I hear you've been part of the Guardian Force for some time now.
IRVINE: *scowling* How many times do I have to tell you people, I'm not a part of the GF?!?
STORM: For your INFORMATION, Irvine, I've never spoken to you before in my entire life. So technically, you have never, EVER told me that before.
IRVINE: Well then, TECHNICALLY, you know nothing about me. So why are you interviewing me?
STINGER: Because you're cute!
Everyone sweatdrops, even the producer.
IRVINE: *to Stinger* Anyway, what the HELL are you doing here?
STINGER: *blushing* Well I heard Moonbay might be coming, so...
STORM: You idiot. Moonbay came last time. Anyway, ShutUp. And why do you look so much like a girl?
STINGER: It's all part of the mind games I like to play.
Blink.
Blink, blink.
STORM: oooooookay, I think I'll just leave that one there for now. You can wear as much makeup as you like, just ShutUp.
IRVINE: *shakes head* It just ain't natural.
Suddenly, realisation dawns for Storm.
STORM: YOU!!! You're... STINGER!!
STINGER: No, really?
Stinger winces as Storm thumps him. HARD.
STINGER: OWWW!!! What was that for?!?
STORM: You're the dude that tortured my legends! (AN:Woa. Very weird sentence.)
STINGER: *blinks* I'm sorry. I don't comprehend.
STORM: COMPREHEND THIS, BI*CH!!! *thumps him again*
PRODUCER: (from offstage) STORM! THAT'S ENOUGH! I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN THUMP PEOPLE HERE!
Realisation suddenly dawns on Storm again, and she backs off, white as a sheet.
STORM: Y - you *gulp* You're DEAD!
STINGER: Well duh. No shishkamabobs, Sherlock.
STORM: That evil dude crushed you! Har har, you died!
IVRINE: Yeah. He escaped prison just in time to be killed by the second big bad guy. Talk about irony.
STORM: Yeah, well, whatever man.
Suddenly, Moonbay rushes onto stage, breathless.
MOONBAY: So sorry I'm late!
STORM: Well this is de` ja vu.
MOONBAY: Yeah, I know! Doesn't it feel like we only did this last week?
STORM: That's because we DID do this last week. Get off, Moonbay, one interview with you was more than enough.
STINGER: See? I told you Moonbay was coming.
Storm thumps him again. Moonbay has now latched onto Irvine, who is looking very annoyed.
IRVINE: Get offa me! This top doesn't dry-clean itself, you know! (AN: sweatdrop)
He pushes Moonbay off, but she winks at him.
MOONBAY: You know you love me.
STINGER: *stands up, outraged* You *****!! You love ME!!
IRVINE: Yeah, Moonbay. You don't want to let our pretty (STORM: *snorts* Pretty? Yeah, pretty UGLY!!) friend down, do you? It's ok, you can be with him instead of me. I'll get over it.
MOONBAY: But - no, Irvine, I couldn't do that to you! I don't want to hurt you like that!
IRVINE: *stressing* No, it's REALLY ok. In fact, I'd be much happier if you were with him.
MOONBAY: *thoughtfully* Are you sure?
STORM: YES HE'S SURE!! GET OFF OF MY AIR SPACE BEFORE I THUMP YOU!! YOU TOO, STINGER, YOU PRETTY PIECE OF POOH!!!
Moonbay and Stinger both straighten, salute, and run off stage. Storm sighs in relief and turns back to Irvine.
STORM: Now, Irvine, I haven't actually asked you anything yet...
Suddenly she is interrupted by someone singing. Storm jumps up, outraged. I (snigger) wonder who it could be?
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We-he-hell! I liked that! I love that announcer man! He's so FUNKY!!
Oh, and if you're wondering what song the person was singing, I didn't hear it very well, but I think it sounded something like... "Get get down, down down d-down..." But I don't know the next words. Oh well, maybe that helped you figure out who it is... *wink*
Ok well I better go, coz I'm a teen and right now being a teen just sucks lollipops, man! DOWN WITH PYTHAGORAS, THE BAST-
Ooookeeee dookeee Oh yeah and what I was going to say, way up there in the midst of my non-interviewing interview, was that I need a studio audience! My card-boys can't hold up cards to no-one forever, you know! So if you want to be in my audience, just say so in that little review thing! And if for some reason I'm not meant to get you to do that (let's just say I didn't spend HOURS going through the FanFiction.net rules and regulations), just email me on sabriel_storm@dbzmail.com! And if I wasn't even meant to post my email address there, plz 4give me!
Toorah ^_^
*clears throat* Ok well anyway, it is me, back again, yes indeedee, and you are reading the Interviews with the Legends themselves, yes indeedee, but I don't know why exactly! +_+ yes well I am a little strange today...
How about i just stop talking, get the disclaimer thing out of the way, and get on with the interview, nyeh? Sounds good.
DISCLAIMER: *Storm cackles evilly, rubs her hands together in anticipation etck etck* Interesting Fact: Linkin Park did the original opening song for DBZ! Did you know that? Huh? Didyadidyadidya?!? *audience crosses arms impatiently and nods... Storm pouts* Ok well I didn't know, so - so - UGH! I hate being dumb sometimes... (but only sometimes)
REAL DISCLAIMER (snort): TV ads show you how detergents take out bloodstains. I think if you've got a bloodstained T-shirt, maybe laundry isn't your biggest problem. (Storm: ok, so that wasn't original, but it's godamm funny.)
REAL REAL DISLAIMER: You know, some people have problems getting along with other people... particularly getting along with me. All you have to realise is that the sooner you start worshipping me, the sooner we'll all be living in ~harmony~. Oh and if you want you can worship Anime Shark, cos Anime Shark is just the best (you RULE!) Anime Shark gave me two reviews! TWO!! ^_^ And that other dudette Rules as well!
Oh har, har har har, hardi har har, I do crack myself up sometimes. Maybe a little bit of superglue will do it... *dodges remote control* BlOoDy HeLl YoU pEoPlE aRe ViOlEnT!!!
REAL REAL REAL DISCLAIMER: For all those who care, my speakers have recovered from their cold, and are no longer sneezing over my work of art. All I can say is Thank Bloody God. Oh yeah and Happy Easter ya'll! Oooh I'm rude sometimes... ~sacriligious~ oOoHh *x-files music* Controversy...
And for all those who DON'T care about my speakers, may you fall in a puddle of mud.
A really, really DEEP puddle of mud.
REAL REAL REAL REAL DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything, I don't know anything, and I did not witness that murder on 36th street at 10 o'clock last night.
What do you mean, 'what murder'?!?
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*cheesy music plays* No, wait!! Hold the Fone!! Cheesy music does NOT play any more! This program is now hip, kewl, kule, cule, cool, kool and Kuwl! So let me start again!
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*funky music plays* ~PlaY DaT FuNkY MuZiK wItE BoY~
ANNOUNCER: Aaaaand now for your favourite show, Legends With the Interviews Themselves! Uh... um... I mean...
Storm, yours truly, walks onto the stage, waving and smiling etck etck.
STORM: *out of the corner of her mouth* What, haven't had your coffee yet?
ANNOUNCER: Aaaaand here's your favourite host, Thunder! No, wait, that can't be right...
STORM: *hands on hips* Stop it. Please. You're embarassing me. Shame on you. SHAME on you.
ANNOUNCER: And today's co-host is... Simon the Sorceror!
STORM: *stomps her foot* You are HOPELESS today! Sit down before you hurt yourself!
ANNOUNCER: But watch out for those Killer Whales! Reports say they are storming the city!
Storm runs offstage for a moment, and drags the producer back on with her. Whispering in the producer's ear, she points up at a certain spot in the roof, where the disembodied voice of the Announcer resides. The producer nods, and pulls out a tranquilizer gun, which he has somehow kept hidden until now, just like a lot of anime superpeople tend to do. He then proceeds to load it up with a wicked-looking tranquilizer dart thingy. The announcer rambles on, unaware of the Controversy unfolding beneath him.
ANNOUNCER: *advertising woman voice (you know, when you turn the TV on in the middle of the day and see an ad for something like nose-hair removal)* You should drink 8 glasses of water a day to stay healthy. You know, most humans live in a constantly Dehydrated state! By the time you feel thirsty, you're already Dehydrated!
The producer fiddles with the gun a little more, frowning. Storm leans over his shoulder, eyes questioning, and he shrugs, indicating that he doesn't know what's wrong with it. Storm lifts her wrist and taps her watch meaningfullly, then points at the Announcer again.
ANNOUNCER: SCHHH NEWSFLASH NEWSFLASH Scientists have only just discovered that drinking water may endanger your health! Apparently, drinking eight glasses of water a day leaves you bloated and unbalanced. When driving a car after 8 glasses of water, turning a corner causes the water to slosh to one side, the momentum of which swinging your car to that side too. This is reportedly the cause of many of today's Car Casualties. Scientists are recommending that everyone stops drinking all water immediately. Why does my heart... feel so bad... why does my soul...
The producer stomps his foot. He squints at the gun, wondering what on earth is wrong with it.
ANNOUNCER: Get get down, down down d-down. Get get down, down down d-down. Get get down, down down do-down. Get get down down down down, down down down down, dow-n dow-n dow-n down. Woo!
The producer is almost in hysterics. Storm places a hand on his shoulder reassuringly, as if to say, "Calm down, and let the experts deal with this one." The producer raises an eyebrow, but steps back. Storm whips a MASSIVE gun out from behind her back, Tomb Raider style, and the producer's eyes almost pop out of his head. Storm aims it carefully at the roof, at the exact spot she pointed to before. Her finger hovers on the trigger for just a second...
ANNOUNCER: I love Aer-o-plane Jelleeeeeeeeee! Aer-o-plane Jelly for m - *Storm shoots, the boom of the gun deafening, and she is definitely NOT off target* AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
A terrible scream fills the studio, then all is silent.
The producer swallows, and turns to Storm.
EVIL PRODUCER: Th - thankyou, Storm.
Storm grins, waving the gun around as she gesticulates (that is NOT a rude word).
STORM: Any time!
EVIL PRODUCER: May I ask... how did you happen to be carrying around a MASSIVE Tomb Raider style gun?
STORM: *shrugs casually* I didn't feel like getting bashed up by you again today.
CONVERTED PRODUCER: Yes. I see. That's using your initiative. Keep up the good work. You know what? I'll give you a pay rise for your good work, how's that? Anyway, on with the show.
The now-meek producer bows (Japanese style, hands palm together in front of him) and disappears.
STORM: So, on with the show! Today, on what's left of my air-time, I'm going to be interviewing the legendary Irvine! Give him a big hand, everybody!
Yesh, well you all know the story... there's no-one in the audience, so nobody claps. Snobs. (AN: Hey maybe... No I'll put that in at the end of the story)
Storm turns to the hopeless guy holding up the CLAP card.
STORM: Hey, dude!
He turns around. "Yes?"
Storm is startled by his somewhat feminine appearance, but as she has no co-host...
CARD-BOY: *squeals* Oh goodee! Alright! Ok, now doesn't somebody have to do my makeup? Come on people, move it! What am I paying you for?
The mother of all sweatdrops has appeared on Storm's head, but fortunately the producer is too busy wondering where Storm got that massive gun to notice.
After Card-Boy/Girl/? is all prettied up, or as pretty as he'll ever be anyway(=), Storm turns to him/her/?.
STORM: Ok, time to get with the program, card-boy. We are about to interview one of the hunkiest chunks on Planet Zi, so just keep quiet, ok?
CARD-BOY: *tosses hair impatiently* Whatever. And my name's Stinger. Get it right.
STORM: Whatever!
Storm stands as Irvine walks onto stage.
STORM: Irvine! So glad you could make - *stops suddenly*
Irvine had made it halfway across the stage, saw Stinger, and promptly walked off again, without missing a beat.
STORM: Irvine! *he ignores her. bad idea* IRVINE! GET YOUR 2D BUTT BACK ON THIS STAGE RIGHT N-O-W!!!!!
She's so loud, even the windows are rattling. Most unusually for Irvine, except in circumstances where his life is in danger or where he's recently stolen something, he scuttles back on stage and plonks his 2D butt in the interview chair before you could say, "Noodles, chocolate and peanut butter make 11 Gold a crunchy lunch." (AN: Please. Don't even ask.)
STORM: *smiling* As I was saying, so glad you could join us.
STINGER: Actually, you were saying how glad you were he could make -
STORM: *growls at Stinger* Shut it! *to Irvine now* So Irvine, I hear you've been part of the Guardian Force for some time now.
IRVINE: *scowling* How many times do I have to tell you people, I'm not a part of the GF?!?
STORM: For your INFORMATION, Irvine, I've never spoken to you before in my entire life. So technically, you have never, EVER told me that before.
IRVINE: Well then, TECHNICALLY, you know nothing about me. So why are you interviewing me?
STINGER: Because you're cute!
Everyone sweatdrops, even the producer.
IRVINE: *to Stinger* Anyway, what the HELL are you doing here?
STINGER: *blushing* Well I heard Moonbay might be coming, so...
STORM: You idiot. Moonbay came last time. Anyway, ShutUp. And why do you look so much like a girl?
STINGER: It's all part of the mind games I like to play.
Blink.
Blink, blink.
STORM: oooooookay, I think I'll just leave that one there for now. You can wear as much makeup as you like, just ShutUp.
IRVINE: *shakes head* It just ain't natural.
Suddenly, realisation dawns for Storm.
STORM: YOU!!! You're... STINGER!!
STINGER: No, really?
Stinger winces as Storm thumps him. HARD.
STINGER: OWWW!!! What was that for?!?
STORM: You're the dude that tortured my legends! (AN:Woa. Very weird sentence.)
STINGER: *blinks* I'm sorry. I don't comprehend.
STORM: COMPREHEND THIS, BI*CH!!! *thumps him again*
PRODUCER: (from offstage) STORM! THAT'S ENOUGH! I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN THUMP PEOPLE HERE!
Realisation suddenly dawns on Storm again, and she backs off, white as a sheet.
STORM: Y - you *gulp* You're DEAD!
STINGER: Well duh. No shishkamabobs, Sherlock.
STORM: That evil dude crushed you! Har har, you died!
IVRINE: Yeah. He escaped prison just in time to be killed by the second big bad guy. Talk about irony.
STORM: Yeah, well, whatever man.
Suddenly, Moonbay rushes onto stage, breathless.
MOONBAY: So sorry I'm late!
STORM: Well this is de` ja vu.
MOONBAY: Yeah, I know! Doesn't it feel like we only did this last week?
STORM: That's because we DID do this last week. Get off, Moonbay, one interview with you was more than enough.
STINGER: See? I told you Moonbay was coming.
Storm thumps him again. Moonbay has now latched onto Irvine, who is looking very annoyed.
IRVINE: Get offa me! This top doesn't dry-clean itself, you know! (AN: sweatdrop)
He pushes Moonbay off, but she winks at him.
MOONBAY: You know you love me.
STINGER: *stands up, outraged* You *****!! You love ME!!
IRVINE: Yeah, Moonbay. You don't want to let our pretty (STORM: *snorts* Pretty? Yeah, pretty UGLY!!) friend down, do you? It's ok, you can be with him instead of me. I'll get over it.
MOONBAY: But - no, Irvine, I couldn't do that to you! I don't want to hurt you like that!
IRVINE: *stressing* No, it's REALLY ok. In fact, I'd be much happier if you were with him.
MOONBAY: *thoughtfully* Are you sure?
STORM: YES HE'S SURE!! GET OFF OF MY AIR SPACE BEFORE I THUMP YOU!! YOU TOO, STINGER, YOU PRETTY PIECE OF POOH!!!
Moonbay and Stinger both straighten, salute, and run off stage. Storm sighs in relief and turns back to Irvine.
STORM: Now, Irvine, I haven't actually asked you anything yet...
Suddenly she is interrupted by someone singing. Storm jumps up, outraged. I (snigger) wonder who it could be?
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We-he-hell! I liked that! I love that announcer man! He's so FUNKY!!
Oh, and if you're wondering what song the person was singing, I didn't hear it very well, but I think it sounded something like... "Get get down, down down d-down..." But I don't know the next words. Oh well, maybe that helped you figure out who it is... *wink*
Ok well I better go, coz I'm a teen and right now being a teen just sucks lollipops, man! DOWN WITH PYTHAGORAS, THE BAST-
Ooookeeee dookeee Oh yeah and what I was going to say, way up there in the midst of my non-interviewing interview, was that I need a studio audience! My card-boys can't hold up cards to no-one forever, you know! So if you want to be in my audience, just say so in that little review thing! And if for some reason I'm not meant to get you to do that (let's just say I didn't spend HOURS going through the FanFiction.net rules and regulations), just email me on sabriel_storm@dbzmail.com! And if I wasn't even meant to post my email address there, plz 4give me!
Toorah ^_^