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Rated PG for some foul language, for some mild violence that may become not- so-mild if we happen to be on a sugar high while writing this, drug references, and because this may have a negative effect on sane minds, forcing them to laugh themselves into insanity.
Summary: Two insane girls (i.e. us) turn into mutants through a computer malfunction and are plunged into the X-Men world.
Disclaimer: We don't own, you don't sue. Charisma and Limbo'll be right peeved if ya do...
Copyright: Charisma belongs to me, Amelia, as of now and forever. Limbo belongs to Flyk (same terms and conditions as above) and the plot belongs to both of us unless Marvel decides to steal it. Which we doubt, as, frankly, we think it's a whole pile of funny crap.
Note: This is a true story, except for the bits that are made up.
Another Note: Any combination of symbols, eg, #%(#, equals unadulterated swearing. Now let's get on with the &(#% story.
Chapter One.
Of Scribbleland and Solitaire.
Narrator: Amelia
"I hate you."
"I hate you to."
"Let's be friends."
"Okay."
Another completely random conversation successfully completed. I closed Scribbleland 11 down. Flyk chose this moment to make a comment.
"Incorrectlyistheonlywordwhenspeltcorrectlyspeltincorrectly."
"Wah?"
"It's Flyk's all confusing uninspiring phrase of stuffness; the new craze sweeping the world one broom at a time!"
"I know that. You've said it before. But what exactly is it you said?
"Incorrectly is the only word when spelt correctly spelt incorrectly. There are rules and guidelines to using this phrase. It must be said quickly and all in one breath otherwise it just borders on credibility and logic. Therefore I did not say, 'It's Flyk's all confusing uninspiring phrase of stuffness; the new craze sweeping the world one broom at a time!' because that would be breaking the rule."
"Oh..."
We were just messing around on the computer when it happened. Playing solitaire, and seeing who dies of boredom first. Revisiting the Scribbleland Saga for the first time since Scribbleland 6 was produced.
"Why is the computer glowing?"
"You mean it's not usually? Hang on, let me get my glasses on. Crud! You're right!"
"Wow... I always knew the world looked better on LSD..."
"Since when have you been on LSD?"
"I dunno..."
By the way, Flyk is on LSD, not me. I'm the one with the vision impairment.
"Flyk?"
"Yeah Ame?"
"Is that Hugh Jackman?"
"Oh my God, you're hallucinating!"
"Dude, it is! And... oh crud, you're right, I am delirious."
"I said you were hallucinating, not delirious... dude, it is Hugh Jackman! And he's in the whole Wolverine setup!"
"Dude!"
By now we were severely freaked out, which was causing us to say 'dude' more often than we should have, considering we were both female and never say dude. Ever. Period.
"Did we accidentally open the X-Men movie sight or something?"
"That wasn't in the movie. Trust me. I know these things."
"You do?"
"Surprising as it may seem, I have an IQ of more then two. Unlike you... #(&!"
"What?! WHAT?!"
"I'M GROWING A TAIL!"
"Holy... I won't swear, I won't swe—hey, let me see that!"
At this point, Flyk went to grab my tail. Her hand went straight through it. At first we thought it was a hologram, but then Honey, my dog, walked up and bit it. The next few seconds will be written in script form.
FLYK: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! AMELIA: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! FLYK: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! AMELIA: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! BOTH: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Basically, we screamed.
"HONEY! GET THE %#($&#% OFF MY TAIL!"
"WHY ME? I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!"
"Flyk."
"IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII'MMMMMM TOOOOOOOOOOOOO YOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUNG TOOOOOOOOOOO DIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!"
"FLYK!"
"Yeah, what?"
"Shut up. Please."
"Why?"
"Because I'm growing cat ears and it's very loud."
"And I'm turning green."
It was at this point that the green/blue/purple/orange/yellow/red/pink/gold screen of the computer started swirling and we plummeted straight through it.
Authors' Note: Yes, we know it's a short chapter, but that's just how we write. Now press the little 'Go' button down there and submit a review... or we'll haunt you. Yes, YOU.
Rated PG for some foul language, for some mild violence that may become not- so-mild if we happen to be on a sugar high while writing this, drug references, and because this may have a negative effect on sane minds, forcing them to laugh themselves into insanity.
Summary: Two insane girls (i.e. us) turn into mutants through a computer malfunction and are plunged into the X-Men world.
Disclaimer: We don't own, you don't sue. Charisma and Limbo'll be right peeved if ya do...
Copyright: Charisma belongs to me, Amelia, as of now and forever. Limbo belongs to Flyk (same terms and conditions as above) and the plot belongs to both of us unless Marvel decides to steal it. Which we doubt, as, frankly, we think it's a whole pile of funny crap.
Note: This is a true story, except for the bits that are made up.
Another Note: Any combination of symbols, eg, #%(#, equals unadulterated swearing. Now let's get on with the &(#% story.
Chapter One.
Of Scribbleland and Solitaire.
Narrator: Amelia
"I hate you."
"I hate you to."
"Let's be friends."
"Okay."
Another completely random conversation successfully completed. I closed Scribbleland 11 down. Flyk chose this moment to make a comment.
"Incorrectlyistheonlywordwhenspeltcorrectlyspeltincorrectly."
"Wah?"
"It's Flyk's all confusing uninspiring phrase of stuffness; the new craze sweeping the world one broom at a time!"
"I know that. You've said it before. But what exactly is it you said?
"Incorrectly is the only word when spelt correctly spelt incorrectly. There are rules and guidelines to using this phrase. It must be said quickly and all in one breath otherwise it just borders on credibility and logic. Therefore I did not say, 'It's Flyk's all confusing uninspiring phrase of stuffness; the new craze sweeping the world one broom at a time!' because that would be breaking the rule."
"Oh..."
We were just messing around on the computer when it happened. Playing solitaire, and seeing who dies of boredom first. Revisiting the Scribbleland Saga for the first time since Scribbleland 6 was produced.
"Why is the computer glowing?"
"You mean it's not usually? Hang on, let me get my glasses on. Crud! You're right!"
"Wow... I always knew the world looked better on LSD..."
"Since when have you been on LSD?"
"I dunno..."
By the way, Flyk is on LSD, not me. I'm the one with the vision impairment.
"Flyk?"
"Yeah Ame?"
"Is that Hugh Jackman?"
"Oh my God, you're hallucinating!"
"Dude, it is! And... oh crud, you're right, I am delirious."
"I said you were hallucinating, not delirious... dude, it is Hugh Jackman! And he's in the whole Wolverine setup!"
"Dude!"
By now we were severely freaked out, which was causing us to say 'dude' more often than we should have, considering we were both female and never say dude. Ever. Period.
"Did we accidentally open the X-Men movie sight or something?"
"That wasn't in the movie. Trust me. I know these things."
"You do?"
"Surprising as it may seem, I have an IQ of more then two. Unlike you... #(&!"
"What?! WHAT?!"
"I'M GROWING A TAIL!"
"Holy... I won't swear, I won't swe—hey, let me see that!"
At this point, Flyk went to grab my tail. Her hand went straight through it. At first we thought it was a hologram, but then Honey, my dog, walked up and bit it. The next few seconds will be written in script form.
FLYK: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! AMELIA: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! FLYK: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! AMELIA: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! BOTH: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Basically, we screamed.
"HONEY! GET THE %#($&#% OFF MY TAIL!"
"WHY ME? I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!"
"Flyk."
"IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII'MMMMMM TOOOOOOOOOOOOO YOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUNG TOOOOOOOOOOO DIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!"
"FLYK!"
"Yeah, what?"
"Shut up. Please."
"Why?"
"Because I'm growing cat ears and it's very loud."
"And I'm turning green."
It was at this point that the green/blue/purple/orange/yellow/red/pink/gold screen of the computer started swirling and we plummeted straight through it.
Authors' Note: Yes, we know it's a short chapter, but that's just how we write. Now press the little 'Go' button down there and submit a review... or we'll haunt you. Yes, YOU.