***I'm back with pt 2 of pt 5!!!! Please enjoy... The opening scene is one to never be forgotten!!!!
--------------AT THE PRISON...--------------------------------------------
*All of the inmates have gathered in the showers...*
DM- *looking around nervously* Umm... *he walks in, he's the only one with a towl on while showering*
Eddie- *comes up to the DM and gives him a wet willie* Hey, Dre... can I Tea-bag your adam's apple??? ((For those of you who don't know what t-bagging is... it's when a guy smacks his balls up against something... and for those of you who don't know what an adam's apple is... it's that huge bulge that guy's have on their throat... yeah...))
DM- O.o WTF??? EDDIE! *annoyed*
Eddie- Uhh.. It's 2-pac man...
DM- Alright... 2-pac... I have two words for you... go... away... *smiles and points in the opposite direction*
Eddie- Fine then... see ya at dinner! *winks and walks off*
DM- Oh, Ra... *shakes his head and then shudders*
*suddenly... one of the guys comes up and rips off Darky's towl*
DM- O.o Oh fuck!
Inmate 1- Hey... *showering next to him* Nice twig and berries there... I could go for that!
DM- O.o *covers his front and back with both hands*
*a bunch of guys start to shout cat calls... One of them comes up and grabs a huge piece of DM's ass*
DM- O.o GAAAW! *backs into a corner*
*another inmate slaps his right ass cheek with a towl*
DM- NOOOOOO! I'm never showering here again! GAAAAHH! *runs out of the shower screaming*
Eddie- What's with Dre?
SK- Maybe he's not gay like you guys!
Eddie- Just give me time... I'll turn him... I'll turn him...
********1 hour later...*********************************
Officer 1- *making his rounds* Dinner time in one hour boys! *he's passing the DM's cell*
DM- *goes up to the bars* When do I get my phone call?
Officer 1- *annoyed* You can have it now, I guess... but make it quick, pal. *let's Darky out and leads him to the payphone*
DM- Hmm... Who should I call?... Well, I can't call the Dark Magician Girl... She wouldn't understand... *he thinks deeply* Oh! I know... I'll call Celty! He'll know what to do!
Officer 2- *at the desk* Hurry it up over there pal!
DM- I'm going! I'm going!
Officer 2- *under his breath* Smart-ass youth today...
DM- Ra, I hope he picks up...*dials the number and a woman picks up*
Woman- Hello?
DM- Hello, uh...
Woman- You've reached your local Piggly Wiggly's. I'm Edna, how may I help you? ((Ha Ha... Edna returns...))
DM- EDNA?! *gulps*
Edna- Hello?... Oh, it's you! That nice young man looking for the turkey! How are you?
DM- I'm just peachy!! And I wasn't looking for a turkey, dammit! GOOD BYE! *hangs up the phone*
Officer 2- O.o *staring at him*
DM- Uhh... wrong number *smiles* O-kay... Let's try this again... *he makes sure to dial correctly...the phone rings 3 times* Come on Celty... Pick up...
Celty- Hello...
DM- CELTY?! *hyper-like*
Celty- *his answering machine is on... with a Bevis and Butthead impression* Heh heh... * in Bevis's voice* leave a message after the boob! *Butthead's voice* Huh huh... You said BOOB! Huh huh... *beep*
DM- DAMN YOU CELTY! YOU JUST HAVE TO BE GONE WHEN I'M IN PRISON DON'T YOU?! DUMB-ASS BASTARD! GAWWW! *he's cut off before he can finish*
Officer 2- Times up, boy! *the officer motions for him to get off* It's dinner time now... in the mess hall!
DM- Shit... *hangs up the phone and heads towards the cafeteria*
*Meanwhile... once again at DM's home...*
*the DMG sat on the old, worn-in couch and stared at the front door*
DMG- Hmm...*sigh* Where could he be? *she pulled a blanket over her and sat still once again* Where are you, Darky?... You're making me worry about you... *her eyes begin to slowly drift shut*... I miss you... *yawn*...Good night, Darky... *she falls into an uneasy sleep*...
-----------------BACK AT THE CAFETERIA...--------------------------------------
*the DM sits down beside Stephen King and some guy with ripped muscles*
SK- Hey D! You look a little troubled...
DM- *in a traumatized voice* I almost got raped in the showers! Raspberries! I can't take it anymore!
SK- Yeah... That was really nothing compared to what happens at night... You're just lucky you didn't drop the soap, pal. *pats the shacken up DM on the back*
*Suddenly, Eddie sits by the DM with a friend of his...*
Eddie- Hey there Dre! Have fun in the showers?
DM- *looks at him, annoyed* No! As a matter of fact I didn't, Eddie!
Eddie- Dude... It's 2-pac... man! *the huge muscular guy is listening to them*
Guy- *deep voiced* So you were the guy who got stripped in the shower!
DM- Umm... Yeah... It was bad... and who are you?
Guy- Oh, I know *does gay hand twitchy thing* Those guys are such brutes! *valley girl style* It's terrible!... Oh, I'm Ben... Ben Dover! *holds out his hand to DM*
DM- O.o *takes Ben's hand, wondering exactly "where" it's been...*
Eddie's friend- *sitting next to Ben* Oh, no kidding! But that's nothing compared to what Bubbles used to do to me... ((fyi: Bubbles is a chimp))
*The DM looks at him and gasps*
DM- Mi-M-Michael Jackson?!?! You're in here!? *wide-eyed*
MJ- Oh, yes... I had a little run in with a fan...
SK- Michael... You need to stop with the little boys! It's worse than my horror stories!
DM- You... you?... And a little kid?! *suprised* That's sick! Discusting!
MJ- Well... Bubbles wouldn't do it for me.
DM- I can't take this anymore! I'm eating! *takes a bite out of his baked potato*
*a big booming voice then sounds...*
BB- HEY!
*the DM looks up and gulps*
BB- *staring at the DM* YOU GONNA EAT YO' CO'N BREAD??
DM- Umm...
Ben- Give it to him, pal. *scared*
DM- Well... I was... uh... yeah... I am... *gulps*
BB- You don' gimme yo' co'n bread now... *picks up his eating tool* I shove my spo'k up yo' pee-hole!
DM- Uhh... O.o You know what... Did I say yes? I-I meant no I'm not gonna eat it! You...you can have it!... And the corn too!... You know... have the whole tray! I'm not hungry! *runs out of the room screaming*
SK- Up the pee-hole... *cringes* that's harsh...
---------------------------------2 DAYS LATER...-------------------------------------------------
Officer 1- *comes up to the DM's cell* You have someone here to bail you out, boy! *the Celtic Guardian steps forward*
DM- Celty!?
CG- Hey, dude... how ya been? *smiling*
DM- I'm... well... bail? What do you mean bail? *blinks twice*
Officer 1- Well... we made a mistake sir... *Edna walks in*
DM- Edna?! O.o***
Edna- Oh, hellooo! *smiling*
DM- I don't understand! *confused*
Officer 1- Well, we got your urine sample mixed up with someone elses...
Edna- My Herman's the drug addict... *shaking her head* and you're not Herman.
DM- So... I... *getting angry* I was here... for nothing???
Officer 1- *scratching his head* Ummm... We're sorry, sonny... but you're free to go now...
DM- You damn well better believe I'm free to go!!!
CG- Come on, Dude... Let's get you home. *the DM is let out to face Celty. His hair is ruffled, he has huge bags under his eyes, which are blood shot, and he's taken on an unmistakalbe stench* Whoa... You look like shit!
DM- Thanks! *sarcastically*... Oh! By the way... WHY DID IT TAKE YOU SO FUCKING LONG TO GET HERE?! WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU FOR THE PAST FEW DAYS?! *pissed*
CG- I was on a date with the Mystical Elf! I went home with her and... well... we've really got a lot in common! *smiles and winks*
DM- I don't wanna know...
Eddie- Hey! *waving to the DM* See ya Dre! It was fun!
DM- Eddie... my name is... oh, hell... call me whatever you want! I'm outta here!
BB- Bye-bye, chicken boy! *waving his huge arms*
SK- Hey D! I'll see you around! *waving*
DM- See ya! *waves at him*
CG- O.o Stephen King?!
SK- Hey! I'll write a novel about you, man!
DM- Wha-?
SK- You'll be a psyco that kills his family with a stick of celery!... I'll call it... The Veggie Chronicles! *smiles*
DM- O.o Umm... Yeah. See ya!
MJ- Good-bye Darky-Poo! I'll tell Bubbles all about you! *grabs his crotch* Owww!
CG- Uh... Are you aware of that? *points at MJ*
DM- Oh... yeah. *sighs* can I go home now?!
CG- Sure... Dark Magician Girl should be happy to see you!
DM- Yeah...
*The DM arrives home late that night. He finds a sleeping DMG on the couch, curled up in a blanket. A dry, but visible trail of tears was present on her face*
DM- *wearily* Poor girl... She must've been trying to wait up for me. *he walked over to her and lightly touched her forehead* I'm home...
DMG- *opens her eyes to find the DM, forcing a smile on his tired face* Wha-? DARKY?! YOU'RE BACK! *leaps into his arms and holds him in a death grip, despite his appearance* Oh, I'm soo happy you came back! *tears of relief coming from her eyes* I thought you shrank! I was sooo worried!
DM- *looks down at her* Shrank? What? What do you mean? *blinks*
DMG- Well... I found this stuck to the bottom of my boot! *shows him the shrunken staff*
DM- O.o *takes the staff* Hey!... I've been looking for that! Thanks for finding it! *smiles at her*
DMG- *blush* Oh, well... You're welcome! *giggle*
DM- I'm glad to be back home. I missed you a lot...
DMG- Me too... missed you that is! *smiles* You must have been through a lot, huh? *wipes some dirt of his forehead*
DM- More than your young, innocent ears nead to know! *laughs absent-mindedly* But... yeah...
DMG- Is there anything I can do for you? *sweetly*
DM- Uh... yeah... could you get me a towel? I need to shower!
DMG- M-kay, Darky. *nods*
DM- Thanks, you're too sweet... *kisses her on the cheek and goes to the bathroom*
DMG- *blushing* Wow... That was... great... *goes to get a towel and is daydreaming while doing that!*
-----------BACK AT THE PRISON...-------------------------------------------
SK- Oh... *singing* I pleadge allegience to the flag! Michael Jackson is a fag! My momma taught him how to sing, but all he does is pull his thing!
MJ- Hey!... Oh... I guess it's true! THANKS MOMMA KING! *grabs his crotch* OWWW!
********DAMN! That was a looooonnnnngggg assssssssss chapter! Well, one more to go and that'll be a wrap for this story! I hope you've really enjoyed it and want more! If so, I'll write you a sequel! Peace out for now! - GF
--------------AT THE PRISON...--------------------------------------------
*All of the inmates have gathered in the showers...*
DM- *looking around nervously* Umm... *he walks in, he's the only one with a towl on while showering*
Eddie- *comes up to the DM and gives him a wet willie* Hey, Dre... can I Tea-bag your adam's apple??? ((For those of you who don't know what t-bagging is... it's when a guy smacks his balls up against something... and for those of you who don't know what an adam's apple is... it's that huge bulge that guy's have on their throat... yeah...))
DM- O.o WTF??? EDDIE! *annoyed*
Eddie- Uhh.. It's 2-pac man...
DM- Alright... 2-pac... I have two words for you... go... away... *smiles and points in the opposite direction*
Eddie- Fine then... see ya at dinner! *winks and walks off*
DM- Oh, Ra... *shakes his head and then shudders*
*suddenly... one of the guys comes up and rips off Darky's towl*
DM- O.o Oh fuck!
Inmate 1- Hey... *showering next to him* Nice twig and berries there... I could go for that!
DM- O.o *covers his front and back with both hands*
*a bunch of guys start to shout cat calls... One of them comes up and grabs a huge piece of DM's ass*
DM- O.o GAAAW! *backs into a corner*
*another inmate slaps his right ass cheek with a towl*
DM- NOOOOOO! I'm never showering here again! GAAAAHH! *runs out of the shower screaming*
Eddie- What's with Dre?
SK- Maybe he's not gay like you guys!
Eddie- Just give me time... I'll turn him... I'll turn him...
********1 hour later...*********************************
Officer 1- *making his rounds* Dinner time in one hour boys! *he's passing the DM's cell*
DM- *goes up to the bars* When do I get my phone call?
Officer 1- *annoyed* You can have it now, I guess... but make it quick, pal. *let's Darky out and leads him to the payphone*
DM- Hmm... Who should I call?... Well, I can't call the Dark Magician Girl... She wouldn't understand... *he thinks deeply* Oh! I know... I'll call Celty! He'll know what to do!
Officer 2- *at the desk* Hurry it up over there pal!
DM- I'm going! I'm going!
Officer 2- *under his breath* Smart-ass youth today...
DM- Ra, I hope he picks up...*dials the number and a woman picks up*
Woman- Hello?
DM- Hello, uh...
Woman- You've reached your local Piggly Wiggly's. I'm Edna, how may I help you? ((Ha Ha... Edna returns...))
DM- EDNA?! *gulps*
Edna- Hello?... Oh, it's you! That nice young man looking for the turkey! How are you?
DM- I'm just peachy!! And I wasn't looking for a turkey, dammit! GOOD BYE! *hangs up the phone*
Officer 2- O.o *staring at him*
DM- Uhh... wrong number *smiles* O-kay... Let's try this again... *he makes sure to dial correctly...the phone rings 3 times* Come on Celty... Pick up...
Celty- Hello...
DM- CELTY?! *hyper-like*
Celty- *his answering machine is on... with a Bevis and Butthead impression* Heh heh... * in Bevis's voice* leave a message after the boob! *Butthead's voice* Huh huh... You said BOOB! Huh huh... *beep*
DM- DAMN YOU CELTY! YOU JUST HAVE TO BE GONE WHEN I'M IN PRISON DON'T YOU?! DUMB-ASS BASTARD! GAWWW! *he's cut off before he can finish*
Officer 2- Times up, boy! *the officer motions for him to get off* It's dinner time now... in the mess hall!
DM- Shit... *hangs up the phone and heads towards the cafeteria*
*Meanwhile... once again at DM's home...*
*the DMG sat on the old, worn-in couch and stared at the front door*
DMG- Hmm...*sigh* Where could he be? *she pulled a blanket over her and sat still once again* Where are you, Darky?... You're making me worry about you... *her eyes begin to slowly drift shut*... I miss you... *yawn*...Good night, Darky... *she falls into an uneasy sleep*...
-----------------BACK AT THE CAFETERIA...--------------------------------------
*the DM sits down beside Stephen King and some guy with ripped muscles*
SK- Hey D! You look a little troubled...
DM- *in a traumatized voice* I almost got raped in the showers! Raspberries! I can't take it anymore!
SK- Yeah... That was really nothing compared to what happens at night... You're just lucky you didn't drop the soap, pal. *pats the shacken up DM on the back*
*Suddenly, Eddie sits by the DM with a friend of his...*
Eddie- Hey there Dre! Have fun in the showers?
DM- *looks at him, annoyed* No! As a matter of fact I didn't, Eddie!
Eddie- Dude... It's 2-pac... man! *the huge muscular guy is listening to them*
Guy- *deep voiced* So you were the guy who got stripped in the shower!
DM- Umm... Yeah... It was bad... and who are you?
Guy- Oh, I know *does gay hand twitchy thing* Those guys are such brutes! *valley girl style* It's terrible!... Oh, I'm Ben... Ben Dover! *holds out his hand to DM*
DM- O.o *takes Ben's hand, wondering exactly "where" it's been...*
Eddie's friend- *sitting next to Ben* Oh, no kidding! But that's nothing compared to what Bubbles used to do to me... ((fyi: Bubbles is a chimp))
*The DM looks at him and gasps*
DM- Mi-M-Michael Jackson?!?! You're in here!? *wide-eyed*
MJ- Oh, yes... I had a little run in with a fan...
SK- Michael... You need to stop with the little boys! It's worse than my horror stories!
DM- You... you?... And a little kid?! *suprised* That's sick! Discusting!
MJ- Well... Bubbles wouldn't do it for me.
DM- I can't take this anymore! I'm eating! *takes a bite out of his baked potato*
*a big booming voice then sounds...*
BB- HEY!
*the DM looks up and gulps*
BB- *staring at the DM* YOU GONNA EAT YO' CO'N BREAD??
DM- Umm...
Ben- Give it to him, pal. *scared*
DM- Well... I was... uh... yeah... I am... *gulps*
BB- You don' gimme yo' co'n bread now... *picks up his eating tool* I shove my spo'k up yo' pee-hole!
DM- Uhh... O.o You know what... Did I say yes? I-I meant no I'm not gonna eat it! You...you can have it!... And the corn too!... You know... have the whole tray! I'm not hungry! *runs out of the room screaming*
SK- Up the pee-hole... *cringes* that's harsh...
---------------------------------2 DAYS LATER...-------------------------------------------------
Officer 1- *comes up to the DM's cell* You have someone here to bail you out, boy! *the Celtic Guardian steps forward*
DM- Celty!?
CG- Hey, dude... how ya been? *smiling*
DM- I'm... well... bail? What do you mean bail? *blinks twice*
Officer 1- Well... we made a mistake sir... *Edna walks in*
DM- Edna?! O.o***
Edna- Oh, hellooo! *smiling*
DM- I don't understand! *confused*
Officer 1- Well, we got your urine sample mixed up with someone elses...
Edna- My Herman's the drug addict... *shaking her head* and you're not Herman.
DM- So... I... *getting angry* I was here... for nothing???
Officer 1- *scratching his head* Ummm... We're sorry, sonny... but you're free to go now...
DM- You damn well better believe I'm free to go!!!
CG- Come on, Dude... Let's get you home. *the DM is let out to face Celty. His hair is ruffled, he has huge bags under his eyes, which are blood shot, and he's taken on an unmistakalbe stench* Whoa... You look like shit!
DM- Thanks! *sarcastically*... Oh! By the way... WHY DID IT TAKE YOU SO FUCKING LONG TO GET HERE?! WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU FOR THE PAST FEW DAYS?! *pissed*
CG- I was on a date with the Mystical Elf! I went home with her and... well... we've really got a lot in common! *smiles and winks*
DM- I don't wanna know...
Eddie- Hey! *waving to the DM* See ya Dre! It was fun!
DM- Eddie... my name is... oh, hell... call me whatever you want! I'm outta here!
BB- Bye-bye, chicken boy! *waving his huge arms*
SK- Hey D! I'll see you around! *waving*
DM- See ya! *waves at him*
CG- O.o Stephen King?!
SK- Hey! I'll write a novel about you, man!
DM- Wha-?
SK- You'll be a psyco that kills his family with a stick of celery!... I'll call it... The Veggie Chronicles! *smiles*
DM- O.o Umm... Yeah. See ya!
MJ- Good-bye Darky-Poo! I'll tell Bubbles all about you! *grabs his crotch* Owww!
CG- Uh... Are you aware of that? *points at MJ*
DM- Oh... yeah. *sighs* can I go home now?!
CG- Sure... Dark Magician Girl should be happy to see you!
DM- Yeah...
*The DM arrives home late that night. He finds a sleeping DMG on the couch, curled up in a blanket. A dry, but visible trail of tears was present on her face*
DM- *wearily* Poor girl... She must've been trying to wait up for me. *he walked over to her and lightly touched her forehead* I'm home...
DMG- *opens her eyes to find the DM, forcing a smile on his tired face* Wha-? DARKY?! YOU'RE BACK! *leaps into his arms and holds him in a death grip, despite his appearance* Oh, I'm soo happy you came back! *tears of relief coming from her eyes* I thought you shrank! I was sooo worried!
DM- *looks down at her* Shrank? What? What do you mean? *blinks*
DMG- Well... I found this stuck to the bottom of my boot! *shows him the shrunken staff*
DM- O.o *takes the staff* Hey!... I've been looking for that! Thanks for finding it! *smiles at her*
DMG- *blush* Oh, well... You're welcome! *giggle*
DM- I'm glad to be back home. I missed you a lot...
DMG- Me too... missed you that is! *smiles* You must have been through a lot, huh? *wipes some dirt of his forehead*
DM- More than your young, innocent ears nead to know! *laughs absent-mindedly* But... yeah...
DMG- Is there anything I can do for you? *sweetly*
DM- Uh... yeah... could you get me a towel? I need to shower!
DMG- M-kay, Darky. *nods*
DM- Thanks, you're too sweet... *kisses her on the cheek and goes to the bathroom*
DMG- *blushing* Wow... That was... great... *goes to get a towel and is daydreaming while doing that!*
-----------BACK AT THE PRISON...-------------------------------------------
SK- Oh... *singing* I pleadge allegience to the flag! Michael Jackson is a fag! My momma taught him how to sing, but all he does is pull his thing!
MJ- Hey!... Oh... I guess it's true! THANKS MOMMA KING! *grabs his crotch* OWWW!
********DAMN! That was a looooonnnnngggg assssssssss chapter! Well, one more to go and that'll be a wrap for this story! I hope you've really enjoyed it and want more! If so, I'll write you a sequel! Peace out for now! - GF