Geniussss9's Talk Show of Doom:
Easter Special
Announcer: Welcome to... Geniusss9's Talk Show of Do- Huh? *Geniusss9 is sitting at
his desk, and is surrounded by the Playboy bunnies*
Geniusss9: *Really frikin' happy* So ladies, where yall from? What tittie- I mean city?
Announcer: Uhh sir? We're on the air.
Geniusss9: OH SHIT! You ladies clear out of here. I'll see you later. *Winks*
Playboy Bunnies: Ok hun. *Walk out. When they all leave, out see Geniusss9 sitting
behind his desk, his tie askew and lipstick marks on his face*
Geniusss9: Well, on with the show. Since it's Easter, I've decided to invi- . Wait, where's
Dythonen? DYTHONEN! GET YOUR LAZY ASS OUT HERE!
*Dythonen walks out. He's missing his shirt and has a lot more lipstick
marks on
him.*
Dythonen: Ladies like short people more than I expected. Well, what's up?
Geniusss9: We're on the air, dipshit.
Dythonen: !!!! *Runs backstage, then comes out in a slightly messy suit.
Walks to his
chair with his hand in his pocket*
Geniusss9: Well, as I was saying, we have a spe-
Dythonen: *Checking his pockets* Hey? Where's my wallet? Genius, check
your
pockets.
Geniusss9: *Checks his pockets too* Hey, my wallet's gone too! Why those
assholes!
*Dythonen and Geniusss9 run backstage where suddenly the sound of
screams,
dropping bodies and gunfire is heard. Geniusss9 and Dythonen walk back
onstage
with their suits covered in spots of blood*
Dythonen: Serve's 'em right.
Geniusss9: *Sits back at his desk* Well as I was saying, we have a
special guest here
tonight to commemer- *Drumroll* DAMN IT! THIS IS THE LAST TIME I WILL
BE INTERRUPTED! DIE! *Types in his laptop, and the Drummer, who is on the
balcony, spontaneously combusts*
Real Drummer: Hah! You only got my stunt double. *Runs away, chased by
men in
suits*
Geniusss9: You know, I am gonna kill him eventually... Well anyway, We
have a
special guest to commemorate the joyous holiday of Easter. Prepare to
welcome, the
Easter Bunny!!
Crowd: BOOOO!!!
Geniusss9: *Presses a button on his desk and the crowd is subjected to
high voltage.
Then, they clap instead*
Dythonen: Much better. Where is the fluffy freak anyway?
*Meanwhile, at what is known as the Bishie Bunker, the unlucky anime
stars argue
amongst themselves*
Kenshin: You're going to do it. You were only sexually harassed three
times this
week. I was five times! (Sad isn't it. Send money to the Bishie Defense
Fund and the
Anti Fangirl
Coalition)
Sesshomaru: Hell no!
*Finally, the argument boiled down to two people*
Hiei: Hey, they nicknamed you Lord Fluffy. You're perfect for the part!
Sesshomaru: Never! Never has the Lord of the Western Lands had to
embarrass
himself in such a way! I will never do it!
Hiei: Well, I wouldn't be caught dead doing that.
Fangirl (Over intercom): Why don't you both crowd yourselves in the
costume?
You'll need to take you clothes off to fit *Giggles*
Hiei+Sesshomaru: HELL NO!
*They end up doing roshambo*
Sesshomaru: Hah! Scissors cuts paper!
Hiei: Damn. *Gets dressed up in an Easter Bunny costume* At least it's
not for some
fangirl's sick pleasure...
*At the Talk Show*
Dythonen: And he's coming when?
Geniusss9: Soon I hope. *Hiei batters down the door, in his costume and
holding a
basket of eggs and chocolate* Speak of the devil! Here he is folk!
Fangirls: *Somehow instinctively know it's Hiei, and rush to grab him.
Yet again,
they forgot that I still have a Fangirl Forcefield online. Oh, if you
want to buy one,
there's a dealer in the Rockefeller Center. They're not cheap though.
Many people die
daily to make them*
Hiei: *Disguised* If you make one Easter Bunny joke, I swear I'll kill
you.
Geniusss9: Looks like someone's had a rough day.
Hiei: You bet your momma's ass I did.
Dythonen: I like this Easter Bunny, He's got attitude man.
Hiei: *Sigh*
Geniusss9: So, how do you manage getting around the world so fast,
delivering eggs
n stuff?
Hiei: *Looks at cue cards* Umm... The same way Santa does.
Dythonen: So the Easter Bunny has his own sleigh driven by jackrabbits or
something?
Hiei: No, I have jackasses pulling. Jackasses like you! HAHAHAHAHAHA
Geniusss9: OOooOooOO You just got burned, boy!
Dythonen: There is only one way to solve this argument. A dance contest!
Hiei: Very well. Prepare to get served ghetto style, m----------- (D---.
The FCC finally
got me.)
*Hiei and Dythonen start pulling superhuman dance stunts. Neither gives
an inch
until...*
*Power goes out*
Geniusss9: Huh?
Fangirls: AHAHAHAHAHA! The second phase of Operation Mass Bishie Capture
now may begin! *All rush the stage. Suddenly, the lights turn back on and
the all
crash into the forcefield.*
Geniusss9: Looks like you forgot about my backup generator. *Dythonen
runs out of
breath and stops dancing*
Hiei: Hah! You got served, b---- a-- m-----------!
Dythonen: Die, m------------ a-- c---------!
*Dythonen and Hiei start fighting
Geniusss9: Something tells me I might need to change the rating of this
show soon...
Announcer: Well, that's all the time we have left. See you next time on
Geniusss9's
Talk Show of Doom!
*At a congressional meeting the next day*
Evil Republican: We must pass strict FCC indecency laws. Look at this
trash
polluting our airwaves! *Shows a tape of the Talk Show*
Evil Congress: We agree! Pass the law!
*Door breaks down*
Geniusss9, Dythonen and Sara, the Demon Sister from Hell: We don't think
so. *The
scene changes to outside the Capitol, where the sounds of mass murder can
be heard*
R+R
Easter Special
Announcer: Welcome to... Geniusss9's Talk Show of Do- Huh? *Geniusss9 is sitting at
his desk, and is surrounded by the Playboy bunnies*
Geniusss9: *Really frikin' happy* So ladies, where yall from? What tittie- I mean city?
Announcer: Uhh sir? We're on the air.
Geniusss9: OH SHIT! You ladies clear out of here. I'll see you later. *Winks*
Playboy Bunnies: Ok hun. *Walk out. When they all leave, out see Geniusss9 sitting
behind his desk, his tie askew and lipstick marks on his face*
Geniusss9: Well, on with the show. Since it's Easter, I've decided to invi- . Wait, where's
Dythonen? DYTHONEN! GET YOUR LAZY ASS OUT HERE!
*Dythonen walks out. He's missing his shirt and has a lot more lipstick
marks on
him.*
Dythonen: Ladies like short people more than I expected. Well, what's up?
Geniusss9: We're on the air, dipshit.
Dythonen: !!!! *Runs backstage, then comes out in a slightly messy suit.
Walks to his
chair with his hand in his pocket*
Geniusss9: Well, as I was saying, we have a spe-
Dythonen: *Checking his pockets* Hey? Where's my wallet? Genius, check
your
pockets.
Geniusss9: *Checks his pockets too* Hey, my wallet's gone too! Why those
assholes!
*Dythonen and Geniusss9 run backstage where suddenly the sound of
screams,
dropping bodies and gunfire is heard. Geniusss9 and Dythonen walk back
onstage
with their suits covered in spots of blood*
Dythonen: Serve's 'em right.
Geniusss9: *Sits back at his desk* Well as I was saying, we have a
special guest here
tonight to commemer- *Drumroll* DAMN IT! THIS IS THE LAST TIME I WILL
BE INTERRUPTED! DIE! *Types in his laptop, and the Drummer, who is on the
balcony, spontaneously combusts*
Real Drummer: Hah! You only got my stunt double. *Runs away, chased by
men in
suits*
Geniusss9: You know, I am gonna kill him eventually... Well anyway, We
have a
special guest to commemorate the joyous holiday of Easter. Prepare to
welcome, the
Easter Bunny!!
Crowd: BOOOO!!!
Geniusss9: *Presses a button on his desk and the crowd is subjected to
high voltage.
Then, they clap instead*
Dythonen: Much better. Where is the fluffy freak anyway?
*Meanwhile, at what is known as the Bishie Bunker, the unlucky anime
stars argue
amongst themselves*
Kenshin: You're going to do it. You were only sexually harassed three
times this
week. I was five times! (Sad isn't it. Send money to the Bishie Defense
Fund and the
Anti Fangirl
Coalition)
Sesshomaru: Hell no!
*Finally, the argument boiled down to two people*
Hiei: Hey, they nicknamed you Lord Fluffy. You're perfect for the part!
Sesshomaru: Never! Never has the Lord of the Western Lands had to
embarrass
himself in such a way! I will never do it!
Hiei: Well, I wouldn't be caught dead doing that.
Fangirl (Over intercom): Why don't you both crowd yourselves in the
costume?
You'll need to take you clothes off to fit *Giggles*
Hiei+Sesshomaru: HELL NO!
*They end up doing roshambo*
Sesshomaru: Hah! Scissors cuts paper!
Hiei: Damn. *Gets dressed up in an Easter Bunny costume* At least it's
not for some
fangirl's sick pleasure...
*At the Talk Show*
Dythonen: And he's coming when?
Geniusss9: Soon I hope. *Hiei batters down the door, in his costume and
holding a
basket of eggs and chocolate* Speak of the devil! Here he is folk!
Fangirls: *Somehow instinctively know it's Hiei, and rush to grab him.
Yet again,
they forgot that I still have a Fangirl Forcefield online. Oh, if you
want to buy one,
there's a dealer in the Rockefeller Center. They're not cheap though.
Many people die
daily to make them*
Hiei: *Disguised* If you make one Easter Bunny joke, I swear I'll kill
you.
Geniusss9: Looks like someone's had a rough day.
Hiei: You bet your momma's ass I did.
Dythonen: I like this Easter Bunny, He's got attitude man.
Hiei: *Sigh*
Geniusss9: So, how do you manage getting around the world so fast,
delivering eggs
n stuff?
Hiei: *Looks at cue cards* Umm... The same way Santa does.
Dythonen: So the Easter Bunny has his own sleigh driven by jackrabbits or
something?
Hiei: No, I have jackasses pulling. Jackasses like you! HAHAHAHAHAHA
Geniusss9: OOooOooOO You just got burned, boy!
Dythonen: There is only one way to solve this argument. A dance contest!
Hiei: Very well. Prepare to get served ghetto style, m----------- (D---.
The FCC finally
got me.)
*Hiei and Dythonen start pulling superhuman dance stunts. Neither gives
an inch
until...*
*Power goes out*
Geniusss9: Huh?
Fangirls: AHAHAHAHAHA! The second phase of Operation Mass Bishie Capture
now may begin! *All rush the stage. Suddenly, the lights turn back on and
the all
crash into the forcefield.*
Geniusss9: Looks like you forgot about my backup generator. *Dythonen
runs out of
breath and stops dancing*
Hiei: Hah! You got served, b---- a-- m-----------!
Dythonen: Die, m------------ a-- c---------!
*Dythonen and Hiei start fighting
Geniusss9: Something tells me I might need to change the rating of this
show soon...
Announcer: Well, that's all the time we have left. See you next time on
Geniusss9's
Talk Show of Doom!
*At a congressional meeting the next day*
Evil Republican: We must pass strict FCC indecency laws. Look at this
trash
polluting our airwaves! *Shows a tape of the Talk Show*
Evil Congress: We agree! Pass the law!
*Door breaks down*
Geniusss9, Dythonen and Sara, the Demon Sister from Hell: We don't think
so. *The
scene changes to outside the Capitol, where the sounds of mass murder can
be heard*
R+R