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Sorry.
I would do personalized thankyous to my reveiwers but i did and i cant find the document i did them on and im too tired to do em' again.
To ppl from souther new jersey i apologize i just needed a place to poke fun at. this is actually a whole bunch of towns in washington, idaho,and canada i went to over the summer, crammed into one horrible little place i made up in my mind :) enjoy
ps- if you belive some of this stuff i put in here then you are exxxxxxxxxxxxxxxtttttttttrreeeeeeeeeeeeemmmmmmmmmmmllllllllllyyyyy gulible. enen more so then me, and my friends once almost got me to belive my bus driver was in annie.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Okay everyone don't make any sudden movements and stay together." Bobby requested slowly and carefully. "And, John, will you get off that dumb thing!"
"WOOOOHHHOOOO!!!!" John shouted, sitting on one of those little rides they put outside grocery stores.
"Mon ami, dat ting ain't even movin'" Remy informed John.
"Oh, would you look at that. Ok, wheres that quarter slot?" John inspected the small vehicle until he came across a rather large hole in the side with small print above it. It looked just like a quarter slot on a gumball machine but the place you usually put the quarter in was large and round. John began to read it out loud.
"Place one human organ inside hole for two rides. Liver, Spleen and Lungs accepted. Please, no veins." John finished. He stared blankly for a few minutes, then said, "I have two lungs right?" Remy walked over and slung John over his shoulder.
"Shall ve continue now?" Kurt asked.
"Sure," Bobby said. "Let's find some place to eat."
*~*~*~*~*~*~* 10 min. later
The group of mutants stood between two buildings looking from sign to sign.
"So," Pietro said. "Which shall it be, Rusty's Spit Box, or Three Fingered Jack's Outhouse?"
"Ummmm," Ian said inteligently. "How bout' we split up and take a look inside both places."
"Okay," Jubilee responded. " Remy, Kurt, Kitty, Rouge, Jean, Gir and Scott will go to Jack's, and me, Bobby, Lance, Pyro, Ian, Amara, and Pietro will go to Rusty's." (A/N Todd and Wanda are back in the Bus doin whatever your imagination can materialize.) Then they went their seperate ways.
*~*~*~*~*~*~* Jack's
Remy, Kurt, Kitty, Rouge, Gir, Jean, and Scott walked into the small resturant. The place was what looked like a knock-off of an old seventies diner. It had bad music playing, crusty red and white wallpapering, cracking linolium floors and not too kindly-looking service. Remy, Rouge, Kurt, and Kitty climbed into one rotting booth and Jean, Scott, and Gir climbed in another. A woman in her late fourties with a rather large mole on her chin, overdone makeup, and bad hair walked over to the booths carringing some menus.
"Here," She said tossing some crippled menus onto the the table.
"We don't have that many so your gonna have to share." She tossed over her shoulder carelessly while walking away.
Rouge and Remy fumbled with one while Kurt and Kitty each had their own.
"The....uhhh.....crispitos look....utterly horrifying." Kitty stated. "While the raw french fries look just a normaly amount horrifying."
"Uhhh, Miss?" Jean called the waiteress over.
"What?"
"Well I was wondering if we could get some drinks."
"Hah!" The waitress laughed. Everyone exchanged looks. When the waitress's laughing died down she looked at them. "Ohhhhhh, you're serious. Ya must not be from around here. Fine, fine, I'll get you some drinks, you're highness."
"Can I get a diet-" But before Jean could finish the waitress had left. She came back a few moments later with some mucky-looking water. She turned and was about to leave when Scott's pimp-mode swiched on. And boy was it kicked into high-gear.
"Yo, waitress," Scott stood up. Everyone put their heads in their hands and thought the same thing. 'Here he goes again.'
"Yes......." The waitress asked.
"I demand I be served Pimp-Juice in my Pimp-Glass and nothing less." Scott stated firmly.
"Well, if you don't shut up I'm gonna put a pimp-lugi in your pimp-food."
"Not until I am served my Pimp-Juice in my Pimp-Glass!"
"Well, that's too bad, so you better sit you pimp-ass down before I kick the pimp-crap out of it."
"Hey, you're pretty good at this. Have you ever considered being a bitch full-time I always have openings."
"That's it pretty-boy, we're takin' this outside."
"Fine by me."
"Scott," Jean said when the waitress left to go waitout side. "You know shes going to kick the crap out of your sorry ass, right?"
"Come on Jean have a little faith in a guy, will ya?"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*Meanwhile at Rusty's
Bobby, Lance, Jubilee, Pyro, Ian, Amara, and Pietro all walked into the small badly-lit diner. Diner was being optimistic about this place. There were a few booths in the back but in the front, right when you walked in to your left was a long bar table with stools and ten rather large men sittin on some of them. To the right were two old-beaten up pool tables with a small red lamp hanging down from the ceiling over them. Besides for the flicker of the tv and a few stray wall-lamps, thats all the light that was in there. The place was also clouded heavely with smoke and dust floating though the air.
They walked slowly into the bar and everyone stopped what they were doing and watched them. Including th bartender. they all walked rather quickly to the booths.
"Ug, this place is so creeping me out." Amara said. Both Ian and Pyro put their arms around her at the same time. They then glare at each other.
"Kay, how bout I go get drinks." Bobby voulentered.
"Yea, I'll go too." Lance said and followed Bobby.
"Twenty bucks says they won't last out there five minutes." Juiblee said as soon as they left.
"Hah," Pietro said taking out his wallet. "twenty says alot shorter then that, sweetie."
*~*~**~*~*~* At the bar
Lance and Bobby walked up to the bar slowly and cautiously.
"Crieky," Bobby started saying when he tought no one but Lance could hear him, on acount of the bad music that had started softly playing out of the old machine in the corner. "What we have here ar some grade A, prime New Jersey beef."
"Bobby," Lance said in a warning tone. "Don't get us in trouble here."
"Aw come on," Bobby said. "You need to lighin up, you want to get in trouble everywhere else we go." Bobby punced him on the arm playfully. Suddenly he was met with a rifle to his head.
"Ok, buddy," The bartender said. "I don't want any trouble here."
"I-I was j-just kidding around." Bobby stuttered.
"Let's keep it that way." The bartender lowered his gun. "Now, what do you want?"
"Ummm, how much is a drink?" Bobby asked. The bartender looked between the two of them.
"Five bucks." The bartender said. Bobby and Lance moved backed to converse quietly.
"How much you got?" Bobby asked
"Ten bucks." Lance said. Bobby looked at him for a few seconds wondering why in the world Lance would admit to having money in front of 'the Bobby' himself. Bobby was almost insulted. Did this guy not know Bobby was a master manipulator? But then he got an idea.
"Well I got nothin, so the others will just have to deal." Bobby said. They walked up to the bar and ordered two Cokes.
One rather large trucker turned to Lance and told him he had 'Purtty' hair. When Lance said thank you everyone started laughing, but not kindly, just at his stupidity.
Bobby was about to take a drink when he overheard a converstaion going on.
"Yeah I heard that the police found a buried body in town."
"Really?"
"In this town," Bobby muttered "You'd be lucky if it's not Jimmy Hoffa."
"What's that city slicker?" One of the bigger guys shouted at Bobby. Everyone who was playing pool, drinking at the bar, or talking abrubtly stopped and turned to Bobby.
"YES!! Three miutes!!!" Pyro shouted. Everyone looked at him for a second while he was dancing around muttering lyrics to Celebration.
"So you think you're too good for this town?" The trucker got up and pushed Bobby to the middle of the floor.
"Well you may not be from around here but-" He was cut short by Jubilee's fist planting itself firmly in his jaw.
"RUN!!" She shouted.
What followed was a huge mashpit of everyone in the bar swinging at each other with their fists and some had pool sticks.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The bus
"Man, am I hungry." Jaime said climbing out of the cabnit.
He looked around the cabnits but found nothing. He opened some random doors. And knowing nothing of what was going on inside, opened up the bathroom door.
*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*
Scott and everyone else in the diner exited, and looked over to the side to see tons of people swarming out of the bar. Amoung them being Bobby, Lance, Jubilee, Pyro, Ian, Amara, and Pietro.
Everyone completley silenced for a moment looking at each other.
"MY EYES!!!!!!!" Jaime came running off the bus covering his eyes with his hands.
"To the bus!" Jubilee shouted, plowing anyone in her way down.
They all piled on to the bus as quickly as possible and looked around.
"Where's Jack?" Amara shouted.
The residents of Southern Jersey were banging on the bus loudly.
"We've gaht ta go!" Rouge shoted and turned on the bus and started driving slowly. Then they turned and saw Jack banging on the bus door with one hand and holing up his pants with the other. They opened the door and let him on, still moving.
"Well that wasn't such a bad place." Jack said.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
whew ok now im tired. R&R plez!!!!!!
Sorry.
I would do personalized thankyous to my reveiwers but i did and i cant find the document i did them on and im too tired to do em' again.
To ppl from souther new jersey i apologize i just needed a place to poke fun at. this is actually a whole bunch of towns in washington, idaho,and canada i went to over the summer, crammed into one horrible little place i made up in my mind :) enjoy
ps- if you belive some of this stuff i put in here then you are exxxxxxxxxxxxxxxtttttttttrreeeeeeeeeeeeemmmmmmmmmmmllllllllllyyyyy gulible. enen more so then me, and my friends once almost got me to belive my bus driver was in annie.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Okay everyone don't make any sudden movements and stay together." Bobby requested slowly and carefully. "And, John, will you get off that dumb thing!"
"WOOOOHHHOOOO!!!!" John shouted, sitting on one of those little rides they put outside grocery stores.
"Mon ami, dat ting ain't even movin'" Remy informed John.
"Oh, would you look at that. Ok, wheres that quarter slot?" John inspected the small vehicle until he came across a rather large hole in the side with small print above it. It looked just like a quarter slot on a gumball machine but the place you usually put the quarter in was large and round. John began to read it out loud.
"Place one human organ inside hole for two rides. Liver, Spleen and Lungs accepted. Please, no veins." John finished. He stared blankly for a few minutes, then said, "I have two lungs right?" Remy walked over and slung John over his shoulder.
"Shall ve continue now?" Kurt asked.
"Sure," Bobby said. "Let's find some place to eat."
*~*~*~*~*~*~* 10 min. later
The group of mutants stood between two buildings looking from sign to sign.
"So," Pietro said. "Which shall it be, Rusty's Spit Box, or Three Fingered Jack's Outhouse?"
"Ummmm," Ian said inteligently. "How bout' we split up and take a look inside both places."
"Okay," Jubilee responded. " Remy, Kurt, Kitty, Rouge, Jean, Gir and Scott will go to Jack's, and me, Bobby, Lance, Pyro, Ian, Amara, and Pietro will go to Rusty's." (A/N Todd and Wanda are back in the Bus doin whatever your imagination can materialize.) Then they went their seperate ways.
*~*~*~*~*~*~* Jack's
Remy, Kurt, Kitty, Rouge, Gir, Jean, and Scott walked into the small resturant. The place was what looked like a knock-off of an old seventies diner. It had bad music playing, crusty red and white wallpapering, cracking linolium floors and not too kindly-looking service. Remy, Rouge, Kurt, and Kitty climbed into one rotting booth and Jean, Scott, and Gir climbed in another. A woman in her late fourties with a rather large mole on her chin, overdone makeup, and bad hair walked over to the booths carringing some menus.
"Here," She said tossing some crippled menus onto the the table.
"We don't have that many so your gonna have to share." She tossed over her shoulder carelessly while walking away.
Rouge and Remy fumbled with one while Kurt and Kitty each had their own.
"The....uhhh.....crispitos look....utterly horrifying." Kitty stated. "While the raw french fries look just a normaly amount horrifying."
"Uhhh, Miss?" Jean called the waiteress over.
"What?"
"Well I was wondering if we could get some drinks."
"Hah!" The waitress laughed. Everyone exchanged looks. When the waitress's laughing died down she looked at them. "Ohhhhhh, you're serious. Ya must not be from around here. Fine, fine, I'll get you some drinks, you're highness."
"Can I get a diet-" But before Jean could finish the waitress had left. She came back a few moments later with some mucky-looking water. She turned and was about to leave when Scott's pimp-mode swiched on. And boy was it kicked into high-gear.
"Yo, waitress," Scott stood up. Everyone put their heads in their hands and thought the same thing. 'Here he goes again.'
"Yes......." The waitress asked.
"I demand I be served Pimp-Juice in my Pimp-Glass and nothing less." Scott stated firmly.
"Well, if you don't shut up I'm gonna put a pimp-lugi in your pimp-food."
"Not until I am served my Pimp-Juice in my Pimp-Glass!"
"Well, that's too bad, so you better sit you pimp-ass down before I kick the pimp-crap out of it."
"Hey, you're pretty good at this. Have you ever considered being a bitch full-time I always have openings."
"That's it pretty-boy, we're takin' this outside."
"Fine by me."
"Scott," Jean said when the waitress left to go waitout side. "You know shes going to kick the crap out of your sorry ass, right?"
"Come on Jean have a little faith in a guy, will ya?"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*Meanwhile at Rusty's
Bobby, Lance, Jubilee, Pyro, Ian, Amara, and Pietro all walked into the small badly-lit diner. Diner was being optimistic about this place. There were a few booths in the back but in the front, right when you walked in to your left was a long bar table with stools and ten rather large men sittin on some of them. To the right were two old-beaten up pool tables with a small red lamp hanging down from the ceiling over them. Besides for the flicker of the tv and a few stray wall-lamps, thats all the light that was in there. The place was also clouded heavely with smoke and dust floating though the air.
They walked slowly into the bar and everyone stopped what they were doing and watched them. Including th bartender. they all walked rather quickly to the booths.
"Ug, this place is so creeping me out." Amara said. Both Ian and Pyro put their arms around her at the same time. They then glare at each other.
"Kay, how bout I go get drinks." Bobby voulentered.
"Yea, I'll go too." Lance said and followed Bobby.
"Twenty bucks says they won't last out there five minutes." Juiblee said as soon as they left.
"Hah," Pietro said taking out his wallet. "twenty says alot shorter then that, sweetie."
*~*~**~*~*~* At the bar
Lance and Bobby walked up to the bar slowly and cautiously.
"Crieky," Bobby started saying when he tought no one but Lance could hear him, on acount of the bad music that had started softly playing out of the old machine in the corner. "What we have here ar some grade A, prime New Jersey beef."
"Bobby," Lance said in a warning tone. "Don't get us in trouble here."
"Aw come on," Bobby said. "You need to lighin up, you want to get in trouble everywhere else we go." Bobby punced him on the arm playfully. Suddenly he was met with a rifle to his head.
"Ok, buddy," The bartender said. "I don't want any trouble here."
"I-I was j-just kidding around." Bobby stuttered.
"Let's keep it that way." The bartender lowered his gun. "Now, what do you want?"
"Ummm, how much is a drink?" Bobby asked. The bartender looked between the two of them.
"Five bucks." The bartender said. Bobby and Lance moved backed to converse quietly.
"How much you got?" Bobby asked
"Ten bucks." Lance said. Bobby looked at him for a few seconds wondering why in the world Lance would admit to having money in front of 'the Bobby' himself. Bobby was almost insulted. Did this guy not know Bobby was a master manipulator? But then he got an idea.
"Well I got nothin, so the others will just have to deal." Bobby said. They walked up to the bar and ordered two Cokes.
One rather large trucker turned to Lance and told him he had 'Purtty' hair. When Lance said thank you everyone started laughing, but not kindly, just at his stupidity.
Bobby was about to take a drink when he overheard a converstaion going on.
"Yeah I heard that the police found a buried body in town."
"Really?"
"In this town," Bobby muttered "You'd be lucky if it's not Jimmy Hoffa."
"What's that city slicker?" One of the bigger guys shouted at Bobby. Everyone who was playing pool, drinking at the bar, or talking abrubtly stopped and turned to Bobby.
"YES!! Three miutes!!!" Pyro shouted. Everyone looked at him for a second while he was dancing around muttering lyrics to Celebration.
"So you think you're too good for this town?" The trucker got up and pushed Bobby to the middle of the floor.
"Well you may not be from around here but-" He was cut short by Jubilee's fist planting itself firmly in his jaw.
"RUN!!" She shouted.
What followed was a huge mashpit of everyone in the bar swinging at each other with their fists and some had pool sticks.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The bus
"Man, am I hungry." Jaime said climbing out of the cabnit.
He looked around the cabnits but found nothing. He opened some random doors. And knowing nothing of what was going on inside, opened up the bathroom door.
*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*
Scott and everyone else in the diner exited, and looked over to the side to see tons of people swarming out of the bar. Amoung them being Bobby, Lance, Jubilee, Pyro, Ian, Amara, and Pietro.
Everyone completley silenced for a moment looking at each other.
"MY EYES!!!!!!!" Jaime came running off the bus covering his eyes with his hands.
"To the bus!" Jubilee shouted, plowing anyone in her way down.
They all piled on to the bus as quickly as possible and looked around.
"Where's Jack?" Amara shouted.
The residents of Southern Jersey were banging on the bus loudly.
"We've gaht ta go!" Rouge shoted and turned on the bus and started driving slowly. Then they turned and saw Jack banging on the bus door with one hand and holing up his pants with the other. They opened the door and let him on, still moving.
"Well that wasn't such a bad place." Jack said.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
whew ok now im tired. R&R plez!!!!!!