Chap: OH MY GOD IT'S ALIIIIIIIVE!!!

DISCLAIMER: I DUN OWN NOTHING!!

Christine: Wouldn't that be a double negative meaning you DO own something?

Eh......Yes. ^__^

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*waddles in wearing bullet proof clothing* Um, ok. It's REALLY been a while.

Audience: TRY THREE FREAKING MONTHS!!!

Oh, SURE if you wanna say it like that. *rolls eyes* Anyways, I have finally decided to get off my lazy butt and actually update this story of randomosity.

Raoul: Is that even a word? *blinks*

*pats his head* Yes it is. Now I-EH! __O *gets hug attacked by Erik* Ok, this is odd.

Meg: Well, it HAS been three months and sad enough as it is, he's actually suffering from withdrawal from you not writing this.

*blinks* WOW. O.O (pause) I FEEL SO LOOVED!! ^______^ *glomps everyone*

PotO Chars: __O;

Audience: *gets machine guns ready* TT This chapter had better be good.

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Erik: Um, did anyone else just hear a voice saying "MARTHA MAD!"?

CGG: Maybe......^___^

Erik: TT;

E.B.B. AKA Ima: *eating chips and laughing at them* They shall never escape from this!!

Nadir: *stares at her and laughs weakly* Yeah, they won't. o__O

(PAUSE)

Nadir: *licks popsicle* ^__^

(Audience: Don't you EVER get tired of the same joke?! TT)

Ima: Of course, the only way they will escape is if they somehow manage to press that huge button that says, "THIS IS THE ONLY ESCAPE ROUTE" written in big black letters which will cause them to escape and possibly free Nadir, but which we all know will NEVER happen!

(Audience: CLICHÉ!! We know it WILL happen!! Jeez, what a pitiful excuse for a good joke. *get guns ready*

Moi: Oy, crap. -__-;;)

Bodyguard: TT *rolls eyes*

PotO Chars......and CGG: *huddle together*

Raoul: Ok you guys, if we don't make it out of this alive; I just want you to know something......

*close up on his face*

Raoul: I never paid the driver those 8 francs I owed him.

(Audience: *glare toward moi* Aren't these Raoul jokes getting old!?!? TT

Moi: Meep. O__O; )

Everyone: *blinks*

Carlotta: Do you really think we CARE??

Raoul: *hangs head* I was just letting you know incase he ever called you guys up about the money.

Carlotta: TT *whacks CGG with the back of the gun*

(Audience: GUN?! O__O *go rabid*

Moi: o__O *slowly slinks away*)

CGG: GAH! Why me?!

Carlotta: Because you're more fun to injure.

(Audience: Amen to that.)

Erik: Amen to that.

(Audience: Hey......^-^)

CGG: (Pause) Ahkay! ^__^

Mme. Giry: So, people, what are we going to do now exactly?

Christine: Well, seeing as nothing has happened yet and seeing as the author is obviously stalling for time to think of a good plot twist, I'm guessing we just stand here.

(Moi: She knows too much. TT *pumps gun*)

Meg: Oh, that's rather boring though isn't it?

Erik: She hasn't updated this thing for three months now anyways so I'll be surprised if she still has any fans at all.

(Moi: Now that's just hurtful. ;___;

Audience: HA!!)

Meg: *nods and shrugs*

(Up in stadium)

Bodyguard: Um, Ima, isn't something supposed to be happening right about now?

Ima: Hmm? *painting nails*

Bodyguard: I mean, those people are just STANDING there. Shouldn't your "secret weapon" being going at them now?

Ima: *blinks* *looks over at door and sees that it got jammed in mid opening* Oh.

Bodyguard: Forgot to unlock the door completely?

Ima: Shut up. *presses button*

Nadir: I have an orange popsicle!! ^__^ *holds it up*

(In the ring)

Door: *opens completely*

Shadowed figure: *jumps out of door* HYAAAAH!! *swirls fork num-chucks around* LET'S GET READY TO MAKE SOME DELICIOUS DELECTABLES!!

Erik: I can tell this is going to be one LONG and stupid and very annoying battle. TT

(Audience: *nods in agreement*)

*Shadowed figure is revealed to be MARTHA STEWART! I bet you never would've guessed. Nope. Nada. You never would've.*

Martha: Prepare to feel the wrath......OF MY FLYING FORKED NUM-CHUCKS OF DOOM!! I hope you will find them, oh how shall I say this, delectable!

CGG: __O I LOATHE that word!!

(Audience: O___O Oh my God......you actually said something that makes sense!!

Moi: *bows*)

Martha: *grins evilly* I knew that would get to you. NOW! Feel thine wrath!! *shoots num-chucks toward CGG*

CGG: TT Guys......cue my life-saving music.

Christine: Oh no, please! Not that. It's not very good life-saving music. -__-;;

CGG: DO IT!! TT

Christine: *sighs* *flips switch and Prince Ali starts playing*

(Audience: Prince Ali!?!? Oo;

Moi: Ok, I don't care what anyone thinks. That song has the best intro EVER created.)

CGG: *grins* *and catches num-chucks flying at her*

Ima: *from audience* Holy crap. o_O;

Martha: *glares and gets out next weapon* HOME MADE HAND GRENADE! With a little bit of lettuce to add that festive green look. HYAH! *throws it*

PotO People except Erik: *have sat down now and are watching CGG and Martha like a volleyball match*

CGG: *gets out baseball bat and gets ready to hit it right back*

(Audience: Oh, she's gonna regret that.)

CGG: *smacks bat against grenade* *grenade explodes in her face*

(Audience: Knew it.)

CGG: *face is ashen* *glares at Martha*

Martha: Now wasn't that just, delightful? MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

CGG: *wipes face dramatically* *notices she just ruined her favorite shirt* EH!!! ;______; *tries to wipe it on pants* *was wearing favorite pants also* GAH!!! *falls down and rolls around on ground*

Martha: o___O This is just piti-*eyes grow dark* fuuuuuuuuuuuuulllllllllll......

Erik: TT *appears behind her swinging electric plug around gloved finger* Even a moron would've figured out by now she was a robot.

(Audience:......*shuffles feet*

Moi: HA!!!)

Carlotta: Well, yes, but we decided we wanted to have fun for a while.

Raoul: Yeah, now we're just going to have to be bored and stare at that huge red escape button.

Mme. Giry: Um, Erik? What was that you were saying about morons?

Erik: Shut up. TT

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And so it ends there. For now. How will Ima and Francis react to this? HOW??? O______O But more importantly......will I get shot?!

Audience: *pumps guns* Maybe......*grin*

Oh, poopy.