DMK: Oh yay!! You like me, you really like me!! Thank you for all your help with the different games, now I have some great torture *cough* I mean, games for the TF's to play. Now get ready for Whose Line is it Anyway, Armada Style, where everything's made up and the points don't matter, just like Thrust!
Thrust: [offstage] HEY!!
DMK: Whatever. Anyway, we have a great competition set up, thanks to the help of: Cobalt, Agent A.T., Negaprion, Radonna_ Dash, and Shadow Wolf (((thank you SO much...))). The next game we have is called Let's Make a Date!!
All the bots: -_- ??
Hotshot: Uhhh, there's no chicks. How are we supposed to-?
DMK: [interrupts] -We'll improvise. That's why this is called improv, you see?
Hotshot: Oooookay?
DMK: And since you've been forcefed evil veggies, you get to be the bachelorette!
Hotshot: Awwwww!
((Starscream, Cyclonus, and Jetfire chuckle.))
DMK: You're not getting off that easy. Would you three come down so you can get your little paper thingies that say who you're gonna have to act like???
((the three other bots groan and reluctantly take their seats on the stools that have been set up after taking their little sheets of paper describing their quirks))
DMK: You all understand how to play, right?
((the four TF's nod sullenly. Jetfire reads his sheet and it says "Blurr, G1". Starscream's said "Master Asia, G-Gundam". Cyclonus' reads "Drunk Mariachi"))
DMK: Okay, then begin!
Hotshot: Umm, bachelor #1, if I were a... um, sandwich, what kind of meat would you be?
Bachelor #1 (Starscream): Bwahahaha! Stupid Pupil! I wouldn't be meat! Because I am superior to deli meat!!! You are a fool!!! Bwahahaha!!
Hotshot: Uhhh, that's nice... Okay onto bachelor #2. Same Question.
Bachelor #2 (Jetfire): ::takes in a deep breath:: Whatdoyoumeanmeat?Icannotbemeat.Whatastrangequestiontobeaskingatatimelikethis.ButifIhadotbeakindofmeatIwouldbebaloney. ::gasps for air afterward::
Hotshot: {Dr. Evil- style} Right. Onto Bachelor #3. What's your answer?
Cyclonus: ::glares at DMK for torturing him so, sighs and begins:: [starts in a slurred Spanish accent] *hic* No comprende Ingles... {starts singing} De Colores, De Colores se vistan los *hic* yeepah yeepah andele! Uno Tequila, dos Tequila, tres Tequila... ::pretends to pass out::
*BUZZ!! BUZZ!! BUZZ!!
((Audience is laughing for about five minutes... DMK finally regains her composure.))
DMK: Oh my, that was certainly interesting... ::giggles:: well, Hotshot, can you guess who everyone was?
Hotshot: Okay, well, I know Starscream was that evil old guy from that Gundam show.
DMK: You're right, Master Asia from G-Gundam.
((Audience cheers))
Hotshot: Uhh, Jetfire was a guy on a sugar rush? Oh wait, he was the old Blurr from Generation 1!
((Jetfire nods. Audience applauds again))
Hotshot: And I'd have to say Cyclona-butt was a Drunk Mariachi guy.
DMK: You are absolutely right, my friend! Give it up for all four of them! They deserve it!
((crowd goes wild as the four go back to their chairs))
DMK: Now for points... Hotshot, you get 100 for guessing all three of them right, and Jetfire, you get 200 for being able to talk at that speed, and one hundred for being the only one to actually answer the question.
((Audience cheers again. Jetfire removes his mask for a second and pours himself a glass of Energon))
DMK: Starscream, you get three hundred points for doing such an *cough* accurate portrayal of Master Asia, And Cyclonus, for making me laugh and so freely humiliating yourself, you get five hundred points.
((Cyclonus grins.))
DMK: Alright! Another well-played round! Come back next time to see these four Mechs make themselves look like total clowns! For now, be well, stay happy, and don't do drugs!! Peace, love, and crabs to all!!
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Better? :D Hope ya liked it! TTFN, Ta ta for now!!!