Interlude: Yet Another.
Kyle: Guys, um, have you all noticed the Author's behavior lately?
Max: What do you mean?
Kyle: Well, is it just me or does he seem…
Michael: Hornier than a bunny on viagra near Jessica Rabbit?
Alex: Oh, I so did not need that mental image of the Author.
Kyle: Basically, yeah. Ever since he got back from almost drowning.
Max: Maybe it was that Gummi Berri juice he drank, maybe it's also an aphrodisiac.
Alex: Man, now that's scary. It makes humans stronger and horny, bad combination. But it makes sense, it makes the bears bounce, maybe it was intended for the bears' bedroom but because a defensive weapon, like breasts.
Kyle: Alex, not all breasts are weapons, just because you're with the Amazon…
Alex & Max: Hey!
Kyle: … doesn't mean they're weapons. If they were then Maria and Liz would be defenseless…
Max & Michael: Hey!
Kyle: … and we know they aren't, so that just blows your theory to hell.
*Kyle looks around and wonders why he's being glared at*
Kyle: What?
Alex: Man, you're clueless. Anyway, I mean, breasts are diversionary and distractionary weapons, guys forget stuff when they're around.
Max: Yeah, like when you're walking down the street and ogling and end up walking into a parking meter and almost castrating yourself just for cleavage.
Michael: Can we stop the breast talk?
*a cardboard box falls from the ceiling and lands on the desk between the guys, containt issues of Maxim, FHM, Stuff and movies of the actresses who play their girlfriends*
Author: I AM TAKING PITY ON ALL OF YOU, YOU SHALL HAVE MAGAZINES AND VIDEOS AND EVEN EXTRAS. BUT LATER IN THE FIC, IT WILL COST YOU SOME. BUT I BELIEVE YOU SHALL FIND THIS WORTH IT.
Kyle: Damn, I think I'm starting to like the Author.
Michael: Yeah.
*with that all the guys dig in and divvy out the magazines and SVCD's (instead of tapes), some DVD's and CD's*
Kyle: All in favor of ending this interlude so we can have some… "alone time" say "aye".
Alex: Aye.
Michael: Aye.
Kyle: *looks around* Where'd Max go?
Alex: I think he's already left for some "alone time".
Kyle: I'll take the distant panting sound I hear as his "Bloody aye", okay. Interlude adjourned.
Kyle: Guys, um, have you all noticed the Author's behavior lately?
Max: What do you mean?
Kyle: Well, is it just me or does he seem…
Michael: Hornier than a bunny on viagra near Jessica Rabbit?
Alex: Oh, I so did not need that mental image of the Author.
Kyle: Basically, yeah. Ever since he got back from almost drowning.
Max: Maybe it was that Gummi Berri juice he drank, maybe it's also an aphrodisiac.
Alex: Man, now that's scary. It makes humans stronger and horny, bad combination. But it makes sense, it makes the bears bounce, maybe it was intended for the bears' bedroom but because a defensive weapon, like breasts.
Kyle: Alex, not all breasts are weapons, just because you're with the Amazon…
Alex & Max: Hey!
Kyle: … doesn't mean they're weapons. If they were then Maria and Liz would be defenseless…
Max & Michael: Hey!
Kyle: … and we know they aren't, so that just blows your theory to hell.
*Kyle looks around and wonders why he's being glared at*
Kyle: What?
Alex: Man, you're clueless. Anyway, I mean, breasts are diversionary and distractionary weapons, guys forget stuff when they're around.
Max: Yeah, like when you're walking down the street and ogling and end up walking into a parking meter and almost castrating yourself just for cleavage.
Michael: Can we stop the breast talk?
*a cardboard box falls from the ceiling and lands on the desk between the guys, containt issues of Maxim, FHM, Stuff and movies of the actresses who play their girlfriends*
Author: I AM TAKING PITY ON ALL OF YOU, YOU SHALL HAVE MAGAZINES AND VIDEOS AND EVEN EXTRAS. BUT LATER IN THE FIC, IT WILL COST YOU SOME. BUT I BELIEVE YOU SHALL FIND THIS WORTH IT.
Kyle: Damn, I think I'm starting to like the Author.
Michael: Yeah.
*with that all the guys dig in and divvy out the magazines and SVCD's (instead of tapes), some DVD's and CD's*
Kyle: All in favor of ending this interlude so we can have some… "alone time" say "aye".
Alex: Aye.
Michael: Aye.
Kyle: *looks around* Where'd Max go?
Alex: I think he's already left for some "alone time".
Kyle: I'll take the distant panting sound I hear as his "Bloody aye", okay. Interlude adjourned.