Swarm of commercials.
A/N: I know I promised it a while ago. But I forgot... for a couple of months... I think... anyway, time for the commercials you so crave
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(Scene enters. Italian music fills the air. It's nighttime, a cricket chirps. Suspiciously it chirps in the tune of the Italian music)
Brak: Where are we know?
Moltar: Italy... or france... their music sounds the same.
Brak: No, Italy is accordion. That's how you tell
Moltar: I've heard French accordion.
Brak: No, you haven't, you big liar
Zorak: Where are we?
Brak: If you happened to pay ANY attention at all, we are in the Congo.
Moltar: Congo?
Jack: (As a word filler) Congo?
(Moltar looks around for Jack. Atleast I think he's looking around, it's like he doesn't have eyes..... oO)
Brak: Who said that?
Zoltar: I did!
Moltar: Zoltar? Who's Zoltar?
Author: (scratches out the word Zoltar) YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT!
Brak: WHERE ARE THE COMMERICIALS?
(Two dogs appear in the middle of them. They start eating speghti... or something spelled similar to that, only correctly)
Brak: Awww, how cute.
Zorak: That makes me sick.
Moltar: Let's eat 'em.
Zorak: I like your style.
Brak: EAT THEM!?!?!? That is so cruel, it makes me want to eat them.
(Silence)
Author: (kicks Brak) You are supposed to stop them!
Brak: I am? Says who?
(MORE Silence)
Jack: Meh, I'll stop them. (casts a spell, with some odd-ish outlandish pronounciation). REMENDITIANIO!
Brak: I had that for dinner last night...
Jack: You did?
Brak: Yup
Zorak: You missed! (eats a dog)
*INTERUPTION*
Censor: We are not allowed to view what you just saw on TV. Course we could of just EDITED that out, but we prefer just to add interruptions in. You will forget what you just saw.
*UNINTERUPTION*
Zorak: You missed! (eats a dog)
Censor: That too.
Moltar: (attempts to eat Censor. Can't get anything through his... mouth slit?)
Jack: You failed... you big failure
Moltar: It's all my mother's fault (cries)
Brak: DON'T YOU DARE BLAME IT ON ME.
(END COMMERICIALS!)
A/N: I was tired while writing this. Don't blame me. No dogs were harmed, except for those two. AND YES, I AM NOT ABLE TO SPELL SPEGHTI! ARE YOU HAPPY? Spaghetti.... there... I let my word editor do it for me. I'm going to go cry now.
A/N: I know I promised it a while ago. But I forgot... for a couple of months... I think... anyway, time for the commercials you so crave
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* (I like that border...)*~*~*~*~*~*~
(Scene enters. Italian music fills the air. It's nighttime, a cricket chirps. Suspiciously it chirps in the tune of the Italian music)
Brak: Where are we know?
Moltar: Italy... or france... their music sounds the same.
Brak: No, Italy is accordion. That's how you tell
Moltar: I've heard French accordion.
Brak: No, you haven't, you big liar
Zorak: Where are we?
Brak: If you happened to pay ANY attention at all, we are in the Congo.
Moltar: Congo?
Jack: (As a word filler) Congo?
(Moltar looks around for Jack. Atleast I think he's looking around, it's like he doesn't have eyes..... oO)
Brak: Who said that?
Zoltar: I did!
Moltar: Zoltar? Who's Zoltar?
Author: (scratches out the word Zoltar) YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT!
Brak: WHERE ARE THE COMMERICIALS?
(Two dogs appear in the middle of them. They start eating speghti... or something spelled similar to that, only correctly)
Brak: Awww, how cute.
Zorak: That makes me sick.
Moltar: Let's eat 'em.
Zorak: I like your style.
Brak: EAT THEM!?!?!? That is so cruel, it makes me want to eat them.
(Silence)
Author: (kicks Brak) You are supposed to stop them!
Brak: I am? Says who?
(MORE Silence)
Jack: Meh, I'll stop them. (casts a spell, with some odd-ish outlandish pronounciation). REMENDITIANIO!
Brak: I had that for dinner last night...
Jack: You did?
Brak: Yup
Zorak: You missed! (eats a dog)
*INTERUPTION*
Censor: We are not allowed to view what you just saw on TV. Course we could of just EDITED that out, but we prefer just to add interruptions in. You will forget what you just saw.
*UNINTERUPTION*
Zorak: You missed! (eats a dog)
Censor: That too.
Moltar: (attempts to eat Censor. Can't get anything through his... mouth slit?)
Jack: You failed... you big failure
Moltar: It's all my mother's fault (cries)
Brak: DON'T YOU DARE BLAME IT ON ME.
(END COMMERICIALS!)
A/N: I was tired while writing this. Don't blame me. No dogs were harmed, except for those two. AND YES, I AM NOT ABLE TO SPELL SPEGHTI! ARE YOU HAPPY? Spaghetti.... there... I let my word editor do it for me. I'm going to go cry now.