Thank you all my reviewers!
BBC6: Um, I dunno how to put this, but reviews consisting of 'lol' are, while better than flames or nothing, not exactly constructive.
Vaderisgod: Wow - what a long review. I thought of the oompaloompas already, I just need the main characters to be together again first otherwise there will be no-one to restrain Hermione from strangling the little blighters. However you have given me an amazing insight into the world of randomness and I will certainly use all your ideas except the ones I haven't heard of. ...okay I'll use SOME of your ideas. The Beatles may pose some difficulty.
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Hermione sat with her head in her hands. For a moment there she had thought that perhaps she had a way out. "Never trust a squirrel," she muttered. "Great. Now what?"
She absentmindedly pushed a button on the remote which suddenly had always been lying next to her. There was a
*bzzzzzzzzt*
...and she was suddenly indoors. She barely had time to think "what the-" when Jerry Springer bounded up to her and gave her a warm welcome, which was woolly and several sizes too big. The audience went wild.
"Um... thanks, I think" She looked around. She appeared to be sharing the stage with a drunken girl, a hippie, a small rectangular man with glasses and a laptop, and... the squirrel?!
However before she had the chance to say anything, the squirrel looked around wildly, gave a pop and became a really fat lady in a bikini. The audience went wild.
"Thank you, folks, and welcome to Jerry Springer! Today we are going to interview Random Confused People from other channels and then make fun of them!"
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!" Screamed the audience.
Hermione sank down onto her seat in despair.
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The last pink flamingo had finally stumbled off, singing something incoherent about bumblebees. Harry wondered whether three parts Alcohol to one part Other Stuff was a bit too much, but dismissed the idea immediately - after all, the flamingoes seemed happy.
He absentmindedly poured himself a martini, sat down and stared at it. After some contemplation he reached for the bottle of Pure Alcohol and emptied it into his mug.
He sat and stared at his drink for a moment more; trying to remember what it was he was supposed to do with it. It was on the tip of his tongue; he had done it to about half the drinks he'd mixed already... oh, yes.
Harry tipped up the mug and poured its contents into his mouth. He swallowed, coughed a couple of times, and promptly fell over.
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Ron woke up to find himself lying on a park bench. He sat up and frowned. His recent memory seemed to involve flat invisible space, high in the air. Oh well.
He yawned and stretched and asked a random passerby what the time was.
Then he realized there were no random passersby. In fact there were no passersby at all.
Ron scratched his head and started walking down the empty street. Suddenly a random giant truck ran him over.
BBC6: Um, I dunno how to put this, but reviews consisting of 'lol' are, while better than flames or nothing, not exactly constructive.
Vaderisgod: Wow - what a long review. I thought of the oompaloompas already, I just need the main characters to be together again first otherwise there will be no-one to restrain Hermione from strangling the little blighters. However you have given me an amazing insight into the world of randomness and I will certainly use all your ideas except the ones I haven't heard of. ...okay I'll use SOME of your ideas. The Beatles may pose some difficulty.
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Hermione sat with her head in her hands. For a moment there she had thought that perhaps she had a way out. "Never trust a squirrel," she muttered. "Great. Now what?"
She absentmindedly pushed a button on the remote which suddenly had always been lying next to her. There was a
*bzzzzzzzzt*
...and she was suddenly indoors. She barely had time to think "what the-" when Jerry Springer bounded up to her and gave her a warm welcome, which was woolly and several sizes too big. The audience went wild.
"Um... thanks, I think" She looked around. She appeared to be sharing the stage with a drunken girl, a hippie, a small rectangular man with glasses and a laptop, and... the squirrel?!
However before she had the chance to say anything, the squirrel looked around wildly, gave a pop and became a really fat lady in a bikini. The audience went wild.
"Thank you, folks, and welcome to Jerry Springer! Today we are going to interview Random Confused People from other channels and then make fun of them!"
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!" Screamed the audience.
Hermione sank down onto her seat in despair.
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The last pink flamingo had finally stumbled off, singing something incoherent about bumblebees. Harry wondered whether three parts Alcohol to one part Other Stuff was a bit too much, but dismissed the idea immediately - after all, the flamingoes seemed happy.
He absentmindedly poured himself a martini, sat down and stared at it. After some contemplation he reached for the bottle of Pure Alcohol and emptied it into his mug.
He sat and stared at his drink for a moment more; trying to remember what it was he was supposed to do with it. It was on the tip of his tongue; he had done it to about half the drinks he'd mixed already... oh, yes.
Harry tipped up the mug and poured its contents into his mouth. He swallowed, coughed a couple of times, and promptly fell over.
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Ron woke up to find himself lying on a park bench. He sat up and frowned. His recent memory seemed to involve flat invisible space, high in the air. Oh well.
He yawned and stretched and asked a random passerby what the time was.
Then he realized there were no random passersby. In fact there were no passersby at all.
Ron scratched his head and started walking down the empty street. Suddenly a random giant truck ran him over.