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Back to the Future: The Weakest Link Chapter 6

JM: Okay, I'm baaaaaaack! Contestants, display your votes. Thank you.

Ted: Dude, that sure was one long toilet break!

JM: *stares* I had a stomachache. I ate nine mini chicken wings for lunch today. (a/n: Really. I did. Times like this I wonder why I'm still so underweight.)

T: Oh. Okay.

JM: Um, you're supposed to display your votes.

Biff: Biff

Doc: Biff

Lorraine: Ted

Ted: Lorraine

JM: O.O Um, Biff, is there any reason why you voted yourself off?

B: I did? What do you mean I… *looks down* Oh ****!

Censorship Guy: Beep.

B: I was just writing my name for fun! I forgot to erase it… wait, let me change…

JM: Sorry, that's against the rules. You can't change your vote.

B: IT'S NOT MY VOTE, ******!

Censorship Guy: Beep.

JM: Biff, you are the weakest link. Goodbye.

B: NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! IT'S A CONSPIRACY, ALL OF IT!

(The men in white coats appear and drag him out, screaming.)

B: NOOOOOOOO!

(Cut to a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. Luke Skywalker is sitting and meditating, when suddenly a long, drawn out 'no' reaches his ears…)

Luke: What the… HEY! That's MY line!

(Cut back to BttF: TWL)

JM: Okay, so on with Round 6… start the clock. Doc, name two rodents associated with the BttF cast.

D: Stuart Little and one of Willard's rats.

JM: Yup. Lorraine, continue this phrase. 'E.T….'

L: …Phone home.

JM: Correct! Okay, Ted, name the sequel of 'The Mummy Returns'.

T: The Daddy Returns, dude!

Audience: EXCELLENT!

JM: Yeah. Maybe I should suggest that to Universal Studios… Doc, one plus one is?

D: Two.

JM: Correct! O.O Wow, your Math is good. Lorraine, BttF was almost renamed…

L: Pass.

JM: Spaceman From Pluto. Uh… Ted, state the number of Michael J. Fox shows my country's TV stations have screened from August last year to now and their titles. In the order they were shown.

T: Dude, I don't know where you live!

JM: Too bad then. Just guess. Someone said that all your questions were too easy, so I'm trying to prove them wrong.

T: Okay… 8?

JM: O.O How'd you know that?

T: I guessed, dude! That's the number of letters in my name!

JM: O…kay… Titles?

T: Back to the Future 1, 2 & 3, The Frighteners, The American President, For Love or Money, Doc Hollywood, Casualties of War. (a/n: I think there was one more, but I can't remember. Either way, I SWEAR there's a MJF fan in the TV station somewhere.)
JM: *stares suspiciously at Ted for a LONG time * Okay… yeah, correct.

T: EXCELLENT!

JM: *gives occasional suspicious looks at Ted* Next question… Doc, who is Elrond's alter ego?

D: Agent Smith.

JM: Yup. Lorraine, if all the world's a stage, where does the audience sit?

L: They stand.

JM: Yeah! ^_^ Ted, give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip you apart.

T: Because then there'd be no one to clean the toilets, dude!

JM: That's a lousy reason but never mind. Doc, knock knock.

D: Who's there?

JM: Right.

T: Dude, what kind of question is THAT?

JM: A question is a question is a question. Lorraine, who's my favourite composer?

L: John Williams?

JM: Good for you. I might have killed you if you didn't know that.

T: *gulps*

JM: *doesn't notice Ted* JOHN WILLIAMS FOREVER! =D =D =D *screams like a fangirl* *starts a JW fan club with Irish Bug and Lady Baggins of the Shire* *all scream together in B-flat Concert* ^_^ Ahem. Ted, Dark Helmet is Lone Starr's…

T: Father's brother's nephew's cousin's former roommate. I've watched Spaceballs, dude!

JM: Fine, so have I. Doc, continue the following. Zyxwvut…

D: …srqponmlkjihgfedcba.

JM: Yeah! Lorraine, you are traveling through another dimension. A dimension not only of sight and sound but of the mind. A journey through a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. There's a signpost up ahead. Your next stop is…

L: The Twilight Zone.

T: *hums TTZ theme*

JM: Dude.

T: Huh? What?

JM: Stop that.

T: Oh. Okay.

JM: Next question. Ted,

T: Some crazy driver wearing Nike shoes just crashed my brand new Mercedes Benz in his weird looking DeLorean going at the speed of 87… *pauses to take a breath*… miles per hour and I demand compensation.

Timer: TEET!

T: EXCELLENT!

Audience: *cheer*

JM: What d'you mean, 'excellent'? You got the banking phrase wrong! It's 'Some crazy driver wearing Nike shoes just crashed my brand new Mercedes Benz in his weird looking DeLorean going at the speed of 87 miles per hour and I demand compensation.', not 'Some crazy driver wearing Nike shoes just crashed my brand new Mercedes Benz in his weird looking DeLorean going at the speed of 87… *pauses to take a breath*… miles per hour and I demand compensation.'

T: What's the difference, dude?

JM: Five words.

T: Bogus.

JM: Okay, anyway that's the end of Round 6. It's now time to vote off… The Weakest Link!

Miscellaneous voice: Since it doesn't matter who the weakest link is, I shan't bother telling you. *pause* This job is good. I get paid for doing nothing.

Miscellaneous voice #2: All right then… YOU'RE FIRED!

Miscellaneous voice: Huh? What? I was just joking!

JM: Bye for now! I got to go, but I'll be right back. *runs off* *slams straight into a wall* Ow… *gets up again, goes out the door and falls down the stairs.*

TO BE CONTINUED… Please review! ^_^