Whahahahahahaha! Three chapters at once! My muses just don't want to work on the parodies.
Kurt: Karla, if you didn't abuse us like you do, we might be more cooperative.
Karla: I only made you quit smoking the cigars and I'm trying to make Brian quit drinking. That's not abuse.
Kurt: *holds up a rolled up newspaper* Familiar?
Karla: That's discipline. You train muses the same as you train pets. Praise when they're good and a gentle whap with a newspaper when they're bad.
Kurt: And Brian is still unconscious why?
Karla: Because Jamie didn't do a good enough job turning all the beer into Club soda.
Kurt: Author magic works on Jamie Braddock?
Karla: Yes it does. Why were you not shocked before in Zelda?
Kurt: Didn't register I guess.
I'd gone off to find Brittany's friends to break the news. It was actually pretty easy considering that school was in. That got the teachers all in one go.
They were distressed and the one took leave right then and there. The other three decided it best to tell the students. I left after that and went to see Damia.
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"Hello?" I asked. The door was opened, but I didn't see by what.
"I'm in the dining room!" Came a female voice from presumably, the dining room.
I stepped inside to see if I could find her. The whole house was covered in plants. The were everywhere. Damia must have been a gardener supreme to do this.
"Oh!" She said when I stepped into the dining room. She scrambled to get her image inducer, then realized she was too late and so she looked at me sheepishly.
"Good to know I don't have to deal with you hiding who you are anymore." I said.
"How did you know?" She asked.
"Powers of my own. Anyway, that's not why I came." I paused, trying to get the strength to tell her.
"She's dead isn't she?" Damia asked simply.
"We haven't found a body yet, but yes." I replied.
"Have they had the funeral?"
"Not yet. We had to get the word out first." I said.
"Can I come?" She asked.
"You were her best friend. Of course you can come. Kurt was going to ask you to write a..." I paused trying to think of the word. Damn my one brain cell and it's vacation time!
"Eulogy?" She asked, realizing I wasn't coming up with anything.
"That's the one." I replied.
We left in the plane I had flown here. I couldn't fly the X-Jet, but I could fly the Midnight Runner (don't ask. I don't know why I can only fly that one. All I know is it was built by Brian in the days of Excalibur).
Interludes are fun aren't they? I had to get away from the mansion for awhile. I'm choosing not to write the funeral, although I do know how one works, I don't feel like writing one, although I might write flashbacks to it.
A/N: As to where Chris is, the author just doesn't like him. She's doing something foolish with him. I don't know what, she won't tell me. And remember, reviews pay for a Disclaimer machine!
Kurt: Karla, if you didn't abuse us like you do, we might be more cooperative.
Karla: I only made you quit smoking the cigars and I'm trying to make Brian quit drinking. That's not abuse.
Kurt: *holds up a rolled up newspaper* Familiar?
Karla: That's discipline. You train muses the same as you train pets. Praise when they're good and a gentle whap with a newspaper when they're bad.
Kurt: And Brian is still unconscious why?
Karla: Because Jamie didn't do a good enough job turning all the beer into Club soda.
Kurt: Author magic works on Jamie Braddock?
Karla: Yes it does. Why were you not shocked before in Zelda?
Kurt: Didn't register I guess.
I'd gone off to find Brittany's friends to break the news. It was actually pretty easy considering that school was in. That got the teachers all in one go.
They were distressed and the one took leave right then and there. The other three decided it best to tell the students. I left after that and went to see Damia.
*****************
"Hello?" I asked. The door was opened, but I didn't see by what.
"I'm in the dining room!" Came a female voice from presumably, the dining room.
I stepped inside to see if I could find her. The whole house was covered in plants. The were everywhere. Damia must have been a gardener supreme to do this.
"Oh!" She said when I stepped into the dining room. She scrambled to get her image inducer, then realized she was too late and so she looked at me sheepishly.
"Good to know I don't have to deal with you hiding who you are anymore." I said.
"How did you know?" She asked.
"Powers of my own. Anyway, that's not why I came." I paused, trying to get the strength to tell her.
"She's dead isn't she?" Damia asked simply.
"We haven't found a body yet, but yes." I replied.
"Have they had the funeral?"
"Not yet. We had to get the word out first." I said.
"Can I come?" She asked.
"You were her best friend. Of course you can come. Kurt was going to ask you to write a..." I paused trying to think of the word. Damn my one brain cell and it's vacation time!
"Eulogy?" She asked, realizing I wasn't coming up with anything.
"That's the one." I replied.
We left in the plane I had flown here. I couldn't fly the X-Jet, but I could fly the Midnight Runner (don't ask. I don't know why I can only fly that one. All I know is it was built by Brian in the days of Excalibur).
Interludes are fun aren't they? I had to get away from the mansion for awhile. I'm choosing not to write the funeral, although I do know how one works, I don't feel like writing one, although I might write flashbacks to it.
A/N: As to where Chris is, the author just doesn't like him. She's doing something foolish with him. I don't know what, she won't tell me. And remember, reviews pay for a Disclaimer machine!