A/N: Rarely so does one find an author has parodied her own story. Which
is why, lovely readers, I have decided to. For I am an oddball, and
several of the people at Middleton High Auditorium can vouch for this.
Heck, they all think I'm funny. I think. Anyway, everyone, I hope you
enjoy this fanfic, brought to you by nachonaco, and a FULL FREAKIN' CUP OF
COFFEE, Y'ALL! Oh, yeah, just to make it incredibly interesting or
confusing, depending on your view of the world, it's set in medieval time.
Onward, readers! Insanity's ahead for all! Another note, everyone sort of
has different personalities than in the actual fanfic...this is just an
interesting idea I had while watching 'The Princess Bride'. And yes, in
case you are curious and are fighting the urge to flame me, it is supposed
to be stupid.
Medieval Mishaps
(Establishing Shot – Town square. Crowds of people gather around Syd, who's tied to a stake)
Syd: This is NOT the way I wanted to spend detention! (to Executioner) Whatever happened to putting the kid in a room for an hour?!
Executioner: Well, it hasn't quite been able to catch on, we prefer torture. (removes hood)
Syd: Aunt Jessie?! You're my executioner?!
Jessie: No, this is my day off.
Syd: So what were you trying to scare me for?!
Jessie: (shrugs) Payback.
Syd: Will you people just leave me alone! I am not a witch!
Crowd: (to Jessie) USE THE LIGHTER FLUID!
Jessie: I told you people, I'M OFF DUTY! Besides, lighter fluid hasn't been invented yet.
Syd: It'll probably catch on.
Jessie: I doubt it.
(A sword lands by the stake, cutting the ropes)
Syd: (looking up toward the sky) Thank you, Lord.
(Ron leaps in on the scene)
Ron: Mind thanking me instead?
Syd: Yes. I mind.
(Buzzer sound)
Ron: Curses!
(Later. Syd and Ron are riding a horse through a forest)
Ron: Did I mention I have horrible depth perception and a slight stigmatism?
Syd: No, you didn't!
Ron: Oops.
Syd: Well, I'll say 'Oops'!
(They stop)
Syd: Hm.
Ron: You're quite picky, do you know that, madam?
Syd: Yes. I do. And I also know that your hair is unkempt, good sir, and your breath smells of meat and cheese, limburger to be precise, and perhaps....YOUR EYES ARE TOO CLOSE TOGETHER!!!
Ron: I already told you I had eye problems!
Syd: YOU HAD LEFT OUT THAT DETAIL!
Ron: You are very picky in the ways of your rescuer, yes?
Syd: Quite. Now, let's go forth through the forest.
Ron: The forest? THAT forest?
Syd: Do you see any other forests around?!
Ron: That's the forest belonging to the MROUA!
Syd: (enunciating it) Muh-rou-a. Don't you mean Maria?
Ron: No! The Mole Rats Of Unusual Appetite!
Syd: Well, that's new.
Ron: You don't get out much?
Syd: Nope.
Ron: How very interesting.
Syd: Do you fence?
Ron: I put up fencing for a living.
Syd: Oy vey. Rescued by a moron.
Ron: ONWARD!
(A MROUA bites his scabbard, pulling down his pants)
Medieval Mishaps
(Establishing Shot – Town square. Crowds of people gather around Syd, who's tied to a stake)
Syd: This is NOT the way I wanted to spend detention! (to Executioner) Whatever happened to putting the kid in a room for an hour?!
Executioner: Well, it hasn't quite been able to catch on, we prefer torture. (removes hood)
Syd: Aunt Jessie?! You're my executioner?!
Jessie: No, this is my day off.
Syd: So what were you trying to scare me for?!
Jessie: (shrugs) Payback.
Syd: Will you people just leave me alone! I am not a witch!
Crowd: (to Jessie) USE THE LIGHTER FLUID!
Jessie: I told you people, I'M OFF DUTY! Besides, lighter fluid hasn't been invented yet.
Syd: It'll probably catch on.
Jessie: I doubt it.
(A sword lands by the stake, cutting the ropes)
Syd: (looking up toward the sky) Thank you, Lord.
(Ron leaps in on the scene)
Ron: Mind thanking me instead?
Syd: Yes. I mind.
(Buzzer sound)
Ron: Curses!
(Later. Syd and Ron are riding a horse through a forest)
Ron: Did I mention I have horrible depth perception and a slight stigmatism?
Syd: No, you didn't!
Ron: Oops.
Syd: Well, I'll say 'Oops'!
(They stop)
Syd: Hm.
Ron: You're quite picky, do you know that, madam?
Syd: Yes. I do. And I also know that your hair is unkempt, good sir, and your breath smells of meat and cheese, limburger to be precise, and perhaps....YOUR EYES ARE TOO CLOSE TOGETHER!!!
Ron: I already told you I had eye problems!
Syd: YOU HAD LEFT OUT THAT DETAIL!
Ron: You are very picky in the ways of your rescuer, yes?
Syd: Quite. Now, let's go forth through the forest.
Ron: The forest? THAT forest?
Syd: Do you see any other forests around?!
Ron: That's the forest belonging to the MROUA!
Syd: (enunciating it) Muh-rou-a. Don't you mean Maria?
Ron: No! The Mole Rats Of Unusual Appetite!
Syd: Well, that's new.
Ron: You don't get out much?
Syd: Nope.
Ron: How very interesting.
Syd: Do you fence?
Ron: I put up fencing for a living.
Syd: Oy vey. Rescued by a moron.
Ron: ONWARD!
(A MROUA bites his scabbard, pulling down his pants)