A/N: And NOW I, the slightly more controlled author, will attempt to save
the story from the disastrous elements that the uncontrollable author
placed in it. God that was a wordy sentence.
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Amongst the people who left Bekki...
"So, what are we going to do now?" inquired Jack.
"I really don't know," replied Trist.
"Damn it, Bekki was the one with all the good ideas!" Meara cursed.
Everyone sighed simultaneously, and then paused to reflect how absolutely cheesy that was.
"Should we try to go to the pseudo Wilmette?" Cisca suggested.
"Nyah. Too lazy," Trist replied.
HEY PEOPLE!!!! THE NARRATOR HERE IS TRYING NOT TO FALL ASLEEP!!! GET INTERESTING!!!!!
And then chaos broke out.
OK, not really. It was just that a bunch of little red and blue demons attacked our group of friends minus Bekki. And they were shouting, "VOTE FOR BUSH! VOTE FOR BUSH! VOTE FOR BUSH!"
"AH!" screamed Cisca. "We're being attacked by bushites!"
"Bushites?" Kevin inquired.
"Bushites are mindless people who vote for Bush! Despite the fact that he's awful! And that he doesn't wear deodorant!"
"How do you defeat them?" Jack asked curiously.
"That's the thing," Trist sighed. "You can't. They won't listen to reason."
"So what should we do?" Meara inquired.
"How about we stop this pointless conversation and run for it?" Cisca suggested.
"Sounds good," someone replied. I can't tell you who it was because our five friends (6-1 = 5 right?) were running so fast that they were a blur. A blur with a red and blue blur running behind them....
With Bekki...
"Take me to where Meara, Cisca, Trist, Jack, and Kevin are," Bekki told Somewhere.
And she did, arriving just as the aforementioned ran off.
"WAIT UP!!! HEY!!! WHERE ARE YOU PEOPLE GOING!!!" Bekki shouted after them.
What will happen to our five friends? Will they manage to escape from the Bushites? Will Bekki ever catch up with them? Why am I imitating the other narrator? All this and more in the next episode of...
ADVENTURES IN NOWHERE
Brought to you by your local Easter Bunny.
Isn't foreshadowing wonderful?
Happy Easter to everyone! Please review our fic! We are dying (or at least I am) without reviews!
Amongst the people who left Bekki...
"So, what are we going to do now?" inquired Jack.
"I really don't know," replied Trist.
"Damn it, Bekki was the one with all the good ideas!" Meara cursed.
Everyone sighed simultaneously, and then paused to reflect how absolutely cheesy that was.
"Should we try to go to the pseudo Wilmette?" Cisca suggested.
"Nyah. Too lazy," Trist replied.
HEY PEOPLE!!!! THE NARRATOR HERE IS TRYING NOT TO FALL ASLEEP!!! GET INTERESTING!!!!!
And then chaos broke out.
OK, not really. It was just that a bunch of little red and blue demons attacked our group of friends minus Bekki. And they were shouting, "VOTE FOR BUSH! VOTE FOR BUSH! VOTE FOR BUSH!"
"AH!" screamed Cisca. "We're being attacked by bushites!"
"Bushites?" Kevin inquired.
"Bushites are mindless people who vote for Bush! Despite the fact that he's awful! And that he doesn't wear deodorant!"
"How do you defeat them?" Jack asked curiously.
"That's the thing," Trist sighed. "You can't. They won't listen to reason."
"So what should we do?" Meara inquired.
"How about we stop this pointless conversation and run for it?" Cisca suggested.
"Sounds good," someone replied. I can't tell you who it was because our five friends (6-1 = 5 right?) were running so fast that they were a blur. A blur with a red and blue blur running behind them....
With Bekki...
"Take me to where Meara, Cisca, Trist, Jack, and Kevin are," Bekki told Somewhere.
And she did, arriving just as the aforementioned ran off.
"WAIT UP!!! HEY!!! WHERE ARE YOU PEOPLE GOING!!!" Bekki shouted after them.
What will happen to our five friends? Will they manage to escape from the Bushites? Will Bekki ever catch up with them? Why am I imitating the other narrator? All this and more in the next episode of...
ADVENTURES IN NOWHERE
Brought to you by your local Easter Bunny.
Isn't foreshadowing wonderful?