A/N: Hey everybody! Back with yet another chapter of DOOMyness! Here goes the...random hyperness and stuff!
Disclaimer: Don't own Twinkies. Or any product by Hostess, for that matter. I also don't own any of the movies that I make references to in this chapter (if you can name them, you'll get...something really cool!).
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Chapter 8
After puking his guts out on the floor of Morpheus' precious ship (and, incidentally, causing the rest of the crew to follow suit), Neo fell asleep. Again. While some may argue that he simply "lost consciousness", I would say "SCREW YOU! I'm RIGHT, you're WRONG, so GET OVER IT!"
NEO: *wakes up* Damn, my hair's gone again! I WANNA BE A GURPLE COUSIN IT!
MORPHEUS: Too bad, Mr. Projectile Vomit Guy.
NEO: AH! Where did you come from?!
MORPHEUS: That door over there. *points*
NEO: Oh, okay.
MORPHEUS: Yep.
NEO: ...
MORPHEUS: ...
NEO: ...!!!
MORPHEUS: .... . ... ...... ...........!!!!!!!!
NEO: ... ..... .. ... ...... ... ....... ... .. ..... .................... .. . .... . . . ....... . . . ........ . . .... . . . .......!!
MORPHEUS: Don't you have a question to ask me?
NEO: .....!
MORPHEUS: NEO!
NEO: Oh, yeah...WHERE'S THE CREAM FILLING?!
MORPHEUS: *sighs* Here *hands Neo a box of "real world" Twinkies*
NEO: YAY! *bites into Twinkie* EEWW!! That's disgusting! I think I might...
MORPHEUS: NO!
NEO: I might...*looks woozy*
MORPHEUS: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO *inhales deeply* OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
NEO: I...I...GERBILS!
MORPHEUS: Uhh...
NEO: What's in that stuff, anyway?
MORPHEUS: Oh, not much, just everything the body needs.
NEO: Runny eggs?
MORPHEUS: No.
NEO: Snot?
MORPHEUS: No...
NEO: Tasty Wheat?
MORPHEUS: No! NO, NO, NO!!!! Just everything the body needs! *muttering* andsomesnot.
NEO: Hey! I heard you!
MORPHEUS: No you didn't.
NEO: Oh. Okay. *sighs* I can't go back, can I?
MORPHEUS: You mean back up the sewage system OF THE REAL into your little slime pod OF THE REAL to be strangled by the robots OF THE REAL before all the wires OF THE REAL reattach themselves to your lifeless, naked body OF THE REAL?
NEO: Yeah, I guess so.
MORPHEUS: Oh. WELL NO! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! But if you could...would you really want to?
NEO: Yes.
MORPHEUS: Oh, okay, just asking. By the way, I owe you an apology. I...I...
NEO: Yes?
MORPHEUS: ...I THREW UP ON YOUR COMBAT BOOTS!
NEO: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
MORPHEUS: Just kidding! I threw up on Cypher's combat boots!
A loud, girly scream is heard from elsewhere in the ship.
CYPHER: MY SHOES! MY WONDERFUL, BEAUTIFUL, PERFECT SHOES!! RUINED! YOU did this, DIDN'T you?!
Odd choking noises are heard from outside the door before a rather hurt-looking Switch comes crashing through the door.
MORPHEUS: Are you okay?
SWITCH: I'm fine...it's just PAIN...
CYPHER: RAAAAARGH!
MORPHEUS: Calm down, calm down...you wanna know who REALLY threw up on your shoes?
CYPHER: RAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!!!
MORPHEUS: It was...it was...*looks at Neo* IT WAS HIM! *points behind Cypher, where Tank just happens to be walking*
TANK: Why hey there Cypher buddy ol' pal! Whatcha up to?
CYPHER: RRRROOOOOOOOOAAAAARRRRRGHHHH!!!!
TANK: AHHH!!! Maybe my charming smile will help! *smiles at Cypher*
CYPHER: Oooohhhhh...*stops in front of Tank* I'm sorry, Tank. I dunno what got into...RAAAAARRRR!! *tackles Tank*
MORPHEUS: *pressing his chest* Two to be beamed directly to sickbay.
VOICE OUT OF NOWHERE: Aye aye, Captain!
A few seconds later, Trinity runs into Neo's cabin, grabs Switch off the floor, then runs back out to get Tank. All the while she is making odd fwooshing noises.
MORPHEUS: HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU?! BEAMING PEOPLE TO SICKBAY DOESN'T SOUND ALL FWOOSHY!
TRINITY: Aye aye, Cap'n!
MORPHEUS: Oooohh, so we're PIRATES now, huh? I COMMAND YOU ALL TO WALK THE PLANK!
TRINITY: But we don't have a plank...
MORPHEUS: Then get off the ship in some other way! Shoot yourself out of a cannon! Jump through the windows! Flush yourselves down the toilet!
NEO: Umm...Morpheus?
MORPHEUS: Yeah, whaddaya want?
NEO: You were talking to me.
MORPHEUS: No I wasn't.
NEO: Yes you were. You were apologizing.
MORPHEUS: Oh, right. See, we have this rule. We never ever free a mind once it's reached a certain age.
NEO: Oh. So basically you didn't free me, you only freed my mind, and this is another gotdamned computer world?
MORPHEUS: That IS a theory...
NEO: o_O I was kidding...
MORPHEUS: ...oh. Anyway, it's dangerous to do it after that unspecified age. Usually people are in denial. They throw up on others. They have blurred vision. They lack hair.
NEO: So that's basically everyone ever unplugged?
MORPHEUS: You betcha. Basically, when you're a certain age and unplugged, you have trouble letting go. I've seen it before.
NEO: Ah. Mouse?
MORPHEUS: You bet.
NEO: So you're telling me it makes more sense to have ickle babies strangled by maniacal robots, flushed down a giant sewer system, dropped into a bottomless pool of water, and getting crushed by a gigantic claw?
MORPHEUS: Sho nuff. But I did what I did because I had to do what I did. Ya see, when the Matrix was first built, there was a dude born inside it who could change whatever he wanted. His name was Bruce. Bruce Nolan.
NEO: *gasp* You're telling me that the first One was JIM CARREY after MORGAN FREEMAN gave him the powers of God?!
MORPHEUS: Yep. He parted tomato soup. He changed clothes in the middle of a street. He caused a monkey to come out of some random thug's ass. He...was the first One eva! *lighting/thunder* GOTDAMN IT, TRINITY, I'M TRYING TO TELL A STORY!
TRINITY: But I did it for...uhh...dramatic effect?
Out of nowhere, a huge, gigantic piano fell on Trinity. Yes, I mean bigger than regular pianos. It was followed closely by an anvil, a really big rock, a bus, and a few bunnies.
NEO: Wow, how'd THAT happen?
MORPHEUS: *shrugs* Probably some kind of plot device. Anyway, it was Jim Carrey who freed the first of us. He wore a funny mask, had a million pets, tried to steal all our Christmas presents, occasionally went into odd fits of schizophrenia, asked us stupid riddles and laughed weird, and used to be friends with a kid that had stunted growth. I think his name was Simon. Doesn't matter...he died anyway.
NEO: *sniffles* That's SO SAD! *starts sobbing*
MORPHEUS: Yeah. Sure is. Uh-huh. Like I was saying...after Jim Carrey died, the Oracle prophesied his return, and that basically when he came back the Matrix would go bye-bye.
NEO: Like Kansas?
MORPHEUS: You bet. And guess what?! Lucky you, I think YOU'RE the one who is the One!
NEO: Uhh...
MORPHEUS: You're Jim Carrey reincarnated.
NEO: Reeee-heeee-heeeaaaaally?
MORPHEUS: You bet. God, why do I keep saying that!?
NEO: I dunno.
MORPHEUS: Get some rest. You're gonna need it. Savvy?
NEO: Okay.
MORPHEUS: Good. Savvy?
NEO: Sure.
MORPHEUS: Okay. I'll be going now so you can rest. Savvy?
NEO: ...I think Jack Sparrow has taken over your brain...
MORPHEUS/JACK: Whatever gave you that idea, love? GAH!
NEO: o_O I am VERY uncomfortable...
MORPHEUS/JACK: Well 'ow do ya think I feel? Bloody 'ell, I just called you 'love'!
NEO: YEAH! THAT'S ICKY!
MORPHEUS/JACK: Yeah! Savvy?
NEO: GO AWAYYYY!!!
MORPHEUS/JACK: Okie-dokie. I mean...err...
TRINITY: *walks in* Hey, Morpheus, do we have any more...
MORPHEUS/JACK: Whoa! And what's YOUR name, pray tell?
TRINITY: You know my name, silly! It's Trinity!
MORPHEUS/JACK: Aye, Trinity...That's a lovely name. Ya know, I'm 98% chum-free!
TRINITY: Uhh...
MORPHEUS/JACK: Wanna shiver me timbers?
TRINITY: AHHH!!! *runs away at full speed*
MORPHEUS/JACK: (chasing after Trinity) PREPARE TO BE BOARDED!
NEO: Whoa...That was really weird...I think I need...
MOUSE: Tasty Wheat?!
NEO: No, I need a drink.
MOUSE: But you can drink Tasty Wheat. Or maybe it's Tastee Wheat. Hell, go drink a snot and runny-egg smoothie!
NEO: That's...uhhh...ooohhh...I think I'm gonna...
MOUSE: NO! I'M WEARING CYPHER'S COMBAT BOOTS!
NEO: Ugh...It's okay, I'm good.
MOUSE: Cool. Hey, why am I here, anyway?
NEO: You've been written into the scene. Congrats to you! Yay!
MOUSE: Yay! Tasty Wheat for everyone!
NEO: I'm gonna...
MOUSE: NO!
NEO: Phew. I'm fine. Again...
MOUSE: Good, 'cause for a second there I thought you were going to...
NEO: *throws up*
MOUSE: You know, the author has a weird sense of humor.
AUTHOR: Yeah, and he's sick. Really.
MOUSE: Then why are you writing this disgusting stuff?
AUTHOR: So I'll get it out of my system. *throws up*
MOUSE: Ohhh, I'm telling Cypher on you!
AUTHOR: I don't care. I'm getting out of this story. Self-insertion is something that most people don't like.
MOUSE: Awww...you're no fun. But hey! If you hate self-insertion, why'd you do it in the first place?
*silence*
MOUSE: Hello?
*silence*
MOUSE: Hello?
NEO: Hi!
MOUSE: AHHH!! Neo, you scared the crap out of me! Literally! Haven't you started training yet?
NEO: Hmph...I suppose I should be asking YOU the same question, Mr. Poopypants.
MOUSE: That's not nice! I'm gonna tell Cypher that you threw up on his combat boots!
NEO: How bout some candy, and you forget I puked all over those nasty boots?
MOUSE: Okie-dokie!
So they had their fill of candy and tooth decay, and there was much rejoicing.
AUDIENCE: Yay! We rejoice!
But the author feels much too tired, sick, and delirious to carry on.
AUDIENCE: Boo! We protest!
But since this chapter is turning out unnecessarily long and random because of self-insertion and the powers of randomness, he will post this anyway, despite it still being only one scene...again.
AUDIENCE: Yay!
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Sorry about the self-insertion if it happens to be one of your peeves. And also sorry for the randomness if I got too far off track (another reason I stopped where I did). Anywho, I thank my nice reviewers who love me oh-so-much!
The Farting Menace: As you noticed, no SpongeBob references this time. Not intentional, at least. But hey, you seem to be a movie buff (or have better movie memory than me, which isn't saying much)...I think you'll be able to name the movies referenced in that whole Jim Carrey section!
smash: Nope, didn't know that. Thanks for telling me! And thanks for reviewing!
theshiz: Yep, gurple hair. Gurple gurple gurple. And thanks for reading!
Hobbit-eyes: Don't worry, I got revenge for you for the whole throwing up thing, lol, because I really AM sick right now! It sucks...anywho, I always look forward to updates of all your stories! I'm trying to think of a good idea for a PotC fic, but I can't think of one and my memory's not good enough to do a straight-up parody...MUST THINK!
Link101: You know, I think you're the first one to have noticed (or at least said anything)! I got it kind of out of order, though, since at that point I hadn't heard "Albuquerque" in a really long time...it was a miracle that I actually remembered everything that was said in the donut shop (but now that I think about it, I'm not sure if I did...). Anyway, thanks for reading!
lazy kaitou: Yeah, I watch Seinfeld A LOT! Hey, I actually LIKE that show! I can remember how much I hated it when the final episode came on and my parents insisted I watch it...I just wasn't mature enough back then. Or maybe immature...oh, I dunno. And there were no cats because Neo's allergic. Everyone should be allergic to cats *nods* Uhh...that's just the medicine talking, don't mind me...
Next chapter will hopefully be up sometime soon! Look for it here! Or at least somewhere in this dimension! I'm off to sleep...you know you're sick and delirious from medicine when you wanna dance to Jewel whenever her music comes on the radio...*shudders* Oh, one more thing! Happy International Talk Like a Pirate Day! Play on your hornpipes! Uncork the bung holes! Don't be perverted about that last statement! It's a piratey term! Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho!
Disclaimer: Don't own Twinkies. Or any product by Hostess, for that matter. I also don't own any of the movies that I make references to in this chapter (if you can name them, you'll get...something really cool!).
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Chapter 8
After puking his guts out on the floor of Morpheus' precious ship (and, incidentally, causing the rest of the crew to follow suit), Neo fell asleep. Again. While some may argue that he simply "lost consciousness", I would say "SCREW YOU! I'm RIGHT, you're WRONG, so GET OVER IT!"
NEO: *wakes up* Damn, my hair's gone again! I WANNA BE A GURPLE COUSIN IT!
MORPHEUS: Too bad, Mr. Projectile Vomit Guy.
NEO: AH! Where did you come from?!
MORPHEUS: That door over there. *points*
NEO: Oh, okay.
MORPHEUS: Yep.
NEO: ...
MORPHEUS: ...
NEO: ...!!!
MORPHEUS: .... . ... ...... ...........!!!!!!!!
NEO: ... ..... .. ... ...... ... ....... ... .. ..... .................... .. . .... . . . ....... . . . ........ . . .... . . . .......!!
MORPHEUS: Don't you have a question to ask me?
NEO: .....!
MORPHEUS: NEO!
NEO: Oh, yeah...WHERE'S THE CREAM FILLING?!
MORPHEUS: *sighs* Here *hands Neo a box of "real world" Twinkies*
NEO: YAY! *bites into Twinkie* EEWW!! That's disgusting! I think I might...
MORPHEUS: NO!
NEO: I might...*looks woozy*
MORPHEUS: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO *inhales deeply* OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
NEO: I...I...GERBILS!
MORPHEUS: Uhh...
NEO: What's in that stuff, anyway?
MORPHEUS: Oh, not much, just everything the body needs.
NEO: Runny eggs?
MORPHEUS: No.
NEO: Snot?
MORPHEUS: No...
NEO: Tasty Wheat?
MORPHEUS: No! NO, NO, NO!!!! Just everything the body needs! *muttering* andsomesnot.
NEO: Hey! I heard you!
MORPHEUS: No you didn't.
NEO: Oh. Okay. *sighs* I can't go back, can I?
MORPHEUS: You mean back up the sewage system OF THE REAL into your little slime pod OF THE REAL to be strangled by the robots OF THE REAL before all the wires OF THE REAL reattach themselves to your lifeless, naked body OF THE REAL?
NEO: Yeah, I guess so.
MORPHEUS: Oh. WELL NO! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! But if you could...would you really want to?
NEO: Yes.
MORPHEUS: Oh, okay, just asking. By the way, I owe you an apology. I...I...
NEO: Yes?
MORPHEUS: ...I THREW UP ON YOUR COMBAT BOOTS!
NEO: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
MORPHEUS: Just kidding! I threw up on Cypher's combat boots!
A loud, girly scream is heard from elsewhere in the ship.
CYPHER: MY SHOES! MY WONDERFUL, BEAUTIFUL, PERFECT SHOES!! RUINED! YOU did this, DIDN'T you?!
Odd choking noises are heard from outside the door before a rather hurt-looking Switch comes crashing through the door.
MORPHEUS: Are you okay?
SWITCH: I'm fine...it's just PAIN...
CYPHER: RAAAAARGH!
MORPHEUS: Calm down, calm down...you wanna know who REALLY threw up on your shoes?
CYPHER: RAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!!!
MORPHEUS: It was...it was...*looks at Neo* IT WAS HIM! *points behind Cypher, where Tank just happens to be walking*
TANK: Why hey there Cypher buddy ol' pal! Whatcha up to?
CYPHER: RRRROOOOOOOOOAAAAARRRRRGHHHH!!!!
TANK: AHHH!!! Maybe my charming smile will help! *smiles at Cypher*
CYPHER: Oooohhhhh...*stops in front of Tank* I'm sorry, Tank. I dunno what got into...RAAAAARRRR!! *tackles Tank*
MORPHEUS: *pressing his chest* Two to be beamed directly to sickbay.
VOICE OUT OF NOWHERE: Aye aye, Captain!
A few seconds later, Trinity runs into Neo's cabin, grabs Switch off the floor, then runs back out to get Tank. All the while she is making odd fwooshing noises.
MORPHEUS: HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU?! BEAMING PEOPLE TO SICKBAY DOESN'T SOUND ALL FWOOSHY!
TRINITY: Aye aye, Cap'n!
MORPHEUS: Oooohh, so we're PIRATES now, huh? I COMMAND YOU ALL TO WALK THE PLANK!
TRINITY: But we don't have a plank...
MORPHEUS: Then get off the ship in some other way! Shoot yourself out of a cannon! Jump through the windows! Flush yourselves down the toilet!
NEO: Umm...Morpheus?
MORPHEUS: Yeah, whaddaya want?
NEO: You were talking to me.
MORPHEUS: No I wasn't.
NEO: Yes you were. You were apologizing.
MORPHEUS: Oh, right. See, we have this rule. We never ever free a mind once it's reached a certain age.
NEO: Oh. So basically you didn't free me, you only freed my mind, and this is another gotdamned computer world?
MORPHEUS: That IS a theory...
NEO: o_O I was kidding...
MORPHEUS: ...oh. Anyway, it's dangerous to do it after that unspecified age. Usually people are in denial. They throw up on others. They have blurred vision. They lack hair.
NEO: So that's basically everyone ever unplugged?
MORPHEUS: You betcha. Basically, when you're a certain age and unplugged, you have trouble letting go. I've seen it before.
NEO: Ah. Mouse?
MORPHEUS: You bet.
NEO: So you're telling me it makes more sense to have ickle babies strangled by maniacal robots, flushed down a giant sewer system, dropped into a bottomless pool of water, and getting crushed by a gigantic claw?
MORPHEUS: Sho nuff. But I did what I did because I had to do what I did. Ya see, when the Matrix was first built, there was a dude born inside it who could change whatever he wanted. His name was Bruce. Bruce Nolan.
NEO: *gasp* You're telling me that the first One was JIM CARREY after MORGAN FREEMAN gave him the powers of God?!
MORPHEUS: Yep. He parted tomato soup. He changed clothes in the middle of a street. He caused a monkey to come out of some random thug's ass. He...was the first One eva! *lighting/thunder* GOTDAMN IT, TRINITY, I'M TRYING TO TELL A STORY!
TRINITY: But I did it for...uhh...dramatic effect?
Out of nowhere, a huge, gigantic piano fell on Trinity. Yes, I mean bigger than regular pianos. It was followed closely by an anvil, a really big rock, a bus, and a few bunnies.
NEO: Wow, how'd THAT happen?
MORPHEUS: *shrugs* Probably some kind of plot device. Anyway, it was Jim Carrey who freed the first of us. He wore a funny mask, had a million pets, tried to steal all our Christmas presents, occasionally went into odd fits of schizophrenia, asked us stupid riddles and laughed weird, and used to be friends with a kid that had stunted growth. I think his name was Simon. Doesn't matter...he died anyway.
NEO: *sniffles* That's SO SAD! *starts sobbing*
MORPHEUS: Yeah. Sure is. Uh-huh. Like I was saying...after Jim Carrey died, the Oracle prophesied his return, and that basically when he came back the Matrix would go bye-bye.
NEO: Like Kansas?
MORPHEUS: You bet. And guess what?! Lucky you, I think YOU'RE the one who is the One!
NEO: Uhh...
MORPHEUS: You're Jim Carrey reincarnated.
NEO: Reeee-heeee-heeeaaaaally?
MORPHEUS: You bet. God, why do I keep saying that!?
NEO: I dunno.
MORPHEUS: Get some rest. You're gonna need it. Savvy?
NEO: Okay.
MORPHEUS: Good. Savvy?
NEO: Sure.
MORPHEUS: Okay. I'll be going now so you can rest. Savvy?
NEO: ...I think Jack Sparrow has taken over your brain...
MORPHEUS/JACK: Whatever gave you that idea, love? GAH!
NEO: o_O I am VERY uncomfortable...
MORPHEUS/JACK: Well 'ow do ya think I feel? Bloody 'ell, I just called you 'love'!
NEO: YEAH! THAT'S ICKY!
MORPHEUS/JACK: Yeah! Savvy?
NEO: GO AWAYYYY!!!
MORPHEUS/JACK: Okie-dokie. I mean...err...
TRINITY: *walks in* Hey, Morpheus, do we have any more...
MORPHEUS/JACK: Whoa! And what's YOUR name, pray tell?
TRINITY: You know my name, silly! It's Trinity!
MORPHEUS/JACK: Aye, Trinity...That's a lovely name. Ya know, I'm 98% chum-free!
TRINITY: Uhh...
MORPHEUS/JACK: Wanna shiver me timbers?
TRINITY: AHHH!!! *runs away at full speed*
MORPHEUS/JACK: (chasing after Trinity) PREPARE TO BE BOARDED!
NEO: Whoa...That was really weird...I think I need...
MOUSE: Tasty Wheat?!
NEO: No, I need a drink.
MOUSE: But you can drink Tasty Wheat. Or maybe it's Tastee Wheat. Hell, go drink a snot and runny-egg smoothie!
NEO: That's...uhhh...ooohhh...I think I'm gonna...
MOUSE: NO! I'M WEARING CYPHER'S COMBAT BOOTS!
NEO: Ugh...It's okay, I'm good.
MOUSE: Cool. Hey, why am I here, anyway?
NEO: You've been written into the scene. Congrats to you! Yay!
MOUSE: Yay! Tasty Wheat for everyone!
NEO: I'm gonna...
MOUSE: NO!
NEO: Phew. I'm fine. Again...
MOUSE: Good, 'cause for a second there I thought you were going to...
NEO: *throws up*
MOUSE: You know, the author has a weird sense of humor.
AUTHOR: Yeah, and he's sick. Really.
MOUSE: Then why are you writing this disgusting stuff?
AUTHOR: So I'll get it out of my system. *throws up*
MOUSE: Ohhh, I'm telling Cypher on you!
AUTHOR: I don't care. I'm getting out of this story. Self-insertion is something that most people don't like.
MOUSE: Awww...you're no fun. But hey! If you hate self-insertion, why'd you do it in the first place?
*silence*
MOUSE: Hello?
*silence*
MOUSE: Hello?
NEO: Hi!
MOUSE: AHHH!! Neo, you scared the crap out of me! Literally! Haven't you started training yet?
NEO: Hmph...I suppose I should be asking YOU the same question, Mr. Poopypants.
MOUSE: That's not nice! I'm gonna tell Cypher that you threw up on his combat boots!
NEO: How bout some candy, and you forget I puked all over those nasty boots?
MOUSE: Okie-dokie!
So they had their fill of candy and tooth decay, and there was much rejoicing.
AUDIENCE: Yay! We rejoice!
But the author feels much too tired, sick, and delirious to carry on.
AUDIENCE: Boo! We protest!
But since this chapter is turning out unnecessarily long and random because of self-insertion and the powers of randomness, he will post this anyway, despite it still being only one scene...again.
AUDIENCE: Yay!
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Sorry about the self-insertion if it happens to be one of your peeves. And also sorry for the randomness if I got too far off track (another reason I stopped where I did). Anywho, I thank my nice reviewers who love me oh-so-much!
The Farting Menace: As you noticed, no SpongeBob references this time. Not intentional, at least. But hey, you seem to be a movie buff (or have better movie memory than me, which isn't saying much)...I think you'll be able to name the movies referenced in that whole Jim Carrey section!
smash: Nope, didn't know that. Thanks for telling me! And thanks for reviewing!
theshiz: Yep, gurple hair. Gurple gurple gurple. And thanks for reading!
Hobbit-eyes: Don't worry, I got revenge for you for the whole throwing up thing, lol, because I really AM sick right now! It sucks...anywho, I always look forward to updates of all your stories! I'm trying to think of a good idea for a PotC fic, but I can't think of one and my memory's not good enough to do a straight-up parody...MUST THINK!
Link101: You know, I think you're the first one to have noticed (or at least said anything)! I got it kind of out of order, though, since at that point I hadn't heard "Albuquerque" in a really long time...it was a miracle that I actually remembered everything that was said in the donut shop (but now that I think about it, I'm not sure if I did...). Anyway, thanks for reading!
lazy kaitou: Yeah, I watch Seinfeld A LOT! Hey, I actually LIKE that show! I can remember how much I hated it when the final episode came on and my parents insisted I watch it...I just wasn't mature enough back then. Or maybe immature...oh, I dunno. And there were no cats because Neo's allergic. Everyone should be allergic to cats *nods* Uhh...that's just the medicine talking, don't mind me...
Next chapter will hopefully be up sometime soon! Look for it here! Or at least somewhere in this dimension! I'm off to sleep...you know you're sick and delirious from medicine when you wanna dance to Jewel whenever her music comes on the radio...*shudders* Oh, one more thing! Happy International Talk Like a Pirate Day! Play on your hornpipes! Uncork the bung holes! Don't be perverted about that last statement! It's a piratey term! Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho!