Oh, man. Five chapters! I might do something for Halloween at some point, but I'm not sure exactly what. I would also like to say that there's more than just Gaea for munchkins at the institute. There are actually quite a few who we will meet later.
Kurt: A drinking game? Aren't you too young for that?
Karla: I'm sixteen. Not quite old enough, but I'm doing it because it's funny for the sober people to watch.
Brian: *muttering incoherently*
Karla: And the not so sober. Anyway, don't rain on my parade or I'll put you in the vacuum cleaner.
Kurt: ... *monotonous* I'm terrified.
Karla: Good.
In our drunken state of mind, it seemed like a good idea. I'll bet you know a lot of things like that. A drinking game seemed like a good way to celebrate not getting caught.
"So what song will we be 'singing'?" Cal asked. She still wasn't drunk but we would change that.
"The song the possessed lamb sings with that mental patient." I replied.
"Lamb Chop." Lisa said.
"I'm not cooking right now." I replied to her. To the rest, "it goes {this is the song that never ends, it goes on and on my friend, some people started singing it not knowing what it was, and they'll continue singing it forever just because} and it repeats."
"Lamb Chop." Lisa said more urgently.
"Tommorow then. Come on and sing with us." I replied. Then a thought struck me. She was a vegetarian.
"Why do you want lamb chops anyway?" I asked.
"No, Lamb Chop is the name of that possessed puppet." She explained that like I was two.
"Oh. I was worried there for a second. Okey dokey, pour the tequila!" I exclaimed. Cal being the most sober and therefore most dextrous, filled the shots. We began to sing.
"{This is the song that never ends, it goes on and on my mutants-} That's not right..." Tobias was the first to have to down one.
"{Some people started singing it not caring what-} Ah damn." I went next, although I think I went on purpose.
"{It was, and they'll continue singing it because Charlie X told them to subliminally!} Wheeeeeeeeee!" Cal was finally drunk and trying to make all of us laugh.
"{And we were dumb enough to listen!}" Lisa finished. "Let's play strip poker!"
"Oh no, you can't search me! I've got rights an' stuff!" Tobias exclaimed.
"Fetch the polaroid! I want to capture this!" I declared, nearly falling off the couch. Lisa and Cal promptly began giggling.
"Talia can't stand uh-up! Talia can't stand uh-up!" They crowed.
"Wait a second, she's lying down!" Lisa made that realisation after a few minutes.
"I'm flying damnit!" I replied, flailing my arms to prove it and actually and falling this time. I heard sarcastic clapping, scrambled up and bowed again losing my balance and falling headlong into the floor. More sarcastic clapping followed and so the process was repeated until Lisa took pity on me and decided she would be more comfortable in my lap.
"Cookies!" Tobias cried out trying to stand. "We must have cookies!"
"And muffins!" Cal added.
"Kitchen raid!" I exclaimed.
Okay, it's almost the end of the Night of Terrors. Next is a Halloween episode and then something for Christmas, okey dokey?
Kurt: A drinking game? Aren't you too young for that?
Karla: I'm sixteen. Not quite old enough, but I'm doing it because it's funny for the sober people to watch.
Brian: *muttering incoherently*
Karla: And the not so sober. Anyway, don't rain on my parade or I'll put you in the vacuum cleaner.
Kurt: ... *monotonous* I'm terrified.
Karla: Good.
In our drunken state of mind, it seemed like a good idea. I'll bet you know a lot of things like that. A drinking game seemed like a good way to celebrate not getting caught.
"So what song will we be 'singing'?" Cal asked. She still wasn't drunk but we would change that.
"The song the possessed lamb sings with that mental patient." I replied.
"Lamb Chop." Lisa said.
"I'm not cooking right now." I replied to her. To the rest, "it goes {this is the song that never ends, it goes on and on my friend, some people started singing it not knowing what it was, and they'll continue singing it forever just because} and it repeats."
"Lamb Chop." Lisa said more urgently.
"Tommorow then. Come on and sing with us." I replied. Then a thought struck me. She was a vegetarian.
"Why do you want lamb chops anyway?" I asked.
"No, Lamb Chop is the name of that possessed puppet." She explained that like I was two.
"Oh. I was worried there for a second. Okey dokey, pour the tequila!" I exclaimed. Cal being the most sober and therefore most dextrous, filled the shots. We began to sing.
"{This is the song that never ends, it goes on and on my mutants-} That's not right..." Tobias was the first to have to down one.
"{Some people started singing it not caring what-} Ah damn." I went next, although I think I went on purpose.
"{It was, and they'll continue singing it because Charlie X told them to subliminally!} Wheeeeeeeeee!" Cal was finally drunk and trying to make all of us laugh.
"{And we were dumb enough to listen!}" Lisa finished. "Let's play strip poker!"
"Oh no, you can't search me! I've got rights an' stuff!" Tobias exclaimed.
"Fetch the polaroid! I want to capture this!" I declared, nearly falling off the couch. Lisa and Cal promptly began giggling.
"Talia can't stand uh-up! Talia can't stand uh-up!" They crowed.
"Wait a second, she's lying down!" Lisa made that realisation after a few minutes.
"I'm flying damnit!" I replied, flailing my arms to prove it and actually and falling this time. I heard sarcastic clapping, scrambled up and bowed again losing my balance and falling headlong into the floor. More sarcastic clapping followed and so the process was repeated until Lisa took pity on me and decided she would be more comfortable in my lap.
"Cookies!" Tobias cried out trying to stand. "We must have cookies!"
"And muffins!" Cal added.
"Kitchen raid!" I exclaimed.
Okay, it's almost the end of the Night of Terrors. Next is a Halloween episode and then something for Christmas, okey dokey?