Me: Wow! People actually LIKED this story. EXCELLENT!
Phoenix: DAMN IT! I was hoping they'd want you to never write again.
Me: Well you're wrong, now review reviews please.
Phoenix: Why?
Me: Because I've got a sword.
Phoenix: I hate you.
DW–881: YAY! I'm on favorites! Glad you like the story so much.
Dash142: I'm doing Max in this chapter, but I'll do Sami next chapter. By the way, I asked her and she said she thinks you're pretty cute and she's sorry but she's with Eagle. LOL!
KrOnIk–SpOon: Thanks for your review! I'll do my best.
Kat: Thanks for your compliments!
Naval Ace: Thanks. And look at it this way. You tried, and at least you can write good serious fics. Update your story soon!
Me: All right! Let's start the story!
Phoenix: Whoopee. (Can you just FEEL the sarcasm?)
Disclaimer: I don't own Advance Wars or it's characters. If I did, I'd make my country and it's be named White Galaxy.
Chapter 2: Max
{We see a stage with two orange couches, a table in between, and windows overlooking the Orange Star Capital.}
Announcer: Ladies and gentleman! Welcome to the new hit, ADVANCE WARS INTERVIEWS!
{Lots of clapping and cheering}
Announcer: Now, please put your hands together for that author you know and love, MASTER OF THE PHOENIX!
{I step out in my stupid orange suit. Clapping, though they are still goggling at my horrible suit.}
Me: Hello and welcome to the show! I'm Master of the Phoenix, and I will be interviewing Advance Wars characters. AND YES I'M STILL WEARING THE STUPID SUIT!
{Audience is a little surprised but then they try not to make eye contact with the suit.}
Me: Right, now put your hands together for the king of combat, the bodybuilder of bodies,
Grit: We know its ole Maxie just get on with it before I cap you!
{Grit and some of his fans are standing up and not looking happy that Max is here.}
Me: Um, put your hands together for MAX!
{Clapping, a few boos from Grit lovers. Max comes onto the stage showing off his steroid pumped muscles.}
Max: Hey everyone! Check out these muscles! I lift weights every day from 7:00 P.M. to 9:00 P.M. so if you want to be like me do what I do.
{Max fan boys are taking notes and some girls are ogling him. Grit lovers are readying their Grit-like revolvers. I'm getting nervous and try to convince the big guy to sit down.}
Me: Max, this isn't an advertisement. This is an interview. Now please sit down!
Max: All right little man! You don't need to yell.
{I'm fuming at being called little man but I compose myself and start the interview.}
Me: Right, now first question. Why did you want to be a bodybuilder in the first place?
Max: Well, when I was younger I tried to talk to girls, but they always ignored me and went for the strong men. I made a vow to be stronger than them and I succeeded. Girls flock to me, and my dream is complete.
{Max lovers are clapping and crying. Grit lovers are mocking Max and the rest are clapping politely.}
Me: Thank you for that story Max. Now second question, why do you think Flak is so much like you?
Max: Well, he had the same idea as I did! He just didn't study like I did.
{Flak lovers, (wait, ARE there Flak lovers?) are a little ticked off at Max's statement, Max lovers are laughing, and Grit lovers aren't even responding.}
Me: Well that is a reason. Last question, what is going on in the love triangle between you, Nell, and Grit?
Max: That has been a problem for a while, but I think Nell is going to choose me over lousy Grit. I mean come on! He betrayed his country and went to fight for Blue Moon! Who would want to love a traitor?
{Grit and his lovers are furious. Grit stands up with his revolver raised.}
Grit: All right Maxie! You're going down!
BANG!
{Grit shoots at Max. Max hides behind his couch. Max lovers charge over to the Grit lovers and a fight commences. Security and I are trying to calm everyone down but failing.}
BANG! CRASH! CLATTER! CRASH! BANG!
Me: PLEASE EVERYONE CALM DOWN! NO MAX! NOT THE COUCH!
WHAM!
{Max lifts up the couch he was hiding behind. He throws it at Grit but Grit dodges. The couch hits the wall and is ruined. I am horrified. Everyone has frozen. The guards are ushering everyone out.}
Me: My couch. That cost 3,000 gold. And my stage, all ruined. Grr, MAAAXX!
{Max is now getting a little nervous. I turn to Grit and stomp toward him.}
Me: Grit, kindly give me your revolver. I want to shoot Max.
{Grit is delighted at the idea}
Grit: Go right ahead son.
Me: Thank you Grit.
{I point the revolver at Max. He tries to reason with me.}
Max: Um, sorry little man. I, I think I can fix all of this. Please don't shoot. AAAHHH!
BANG!
{He runs away as I fire at him. I follow shooting.}
Me: DAMN YOU MAX! GET BACK HERE AND TAKE THESE SHOTS LIKE A MAN!
BANG! BANG! BANG!
{Grit chuckles and walks out. The announcer's voice comes in.}
Announcer: Wow, this is going to raise the ratings. Um, I mean. That's all the time we have left! This is Advance Wars Interviews and, hey! Don't come in here Max! SIR! DON'T SHOOT ME!
BANG!
Announcer: OW! YOU SHOT ME IN THE LEG!
Me: GET BACK HERE MAX!
{I chase Max out the door still shooting. Screen fades out.}
(This picture was made by Seal Productions. It is also sponsored by FanFicton.Net, where YOU make the stories.)
Phoenix: COOL! THAT WAS SO VIOLENT! And funny at the same time!
Me: Yes well, I'm in a violent mood today. And I still have Grit's gun.
Phoenix: Hey, don't point that thing at me! STOP!
BANG!
Phoenix: OW! YOU SHOT ME IN THE ARM!
Me: You deserved it. Anyway, hope this wasn't too violent and still funny. REVIEW PLEASE!
Phoenix: SOMEONE HELP ME! I'M BLEEDING ALL OVER THE PLACE!
Phoenix: DAMN IT! I was hoping they'd want you to never write again.
Me: Well you're wrong, now review reviews please.
Phoenix: Why?
Me: Because I've got a sword.
Phoenix: I hate you.
DW–881: YAY! I'm on favorites! Glad you like the story so much.
Dash142: I'm doing Max in this chapter, but I'll do Sami next chapter. By the way, I asked her and she said she thinks you're pretty cute and she's sorry but she's with Eagle. LOL!
KrOnIk–SpOon: Thanks for your review! I'll do my best.
Kat: Thanks for your compliments!
Naval Ace: Thanks. And look at it this way. You tried, and at least you can write good serious fics. Update your story soon!
Me: All right! Let's start the story!
Phoenix: Whoopee. (Can you just FEEL the sarcasm?)
Disclaimer: I don't own Advance Wars or it's characters. If I did, I'd make my country and it's be named White Galaxy.
Chapter 2: Max
{We see a stage with two orange couches, a table in between, and windows overlooking the Orange Star Capital.}
Announcer: Ladies and gentleman! Welcome to the new hit, ADVANCE WARS INTERVIEWS!
{Lots of clapping and cheering}
Announcer: Now, please put your hands together for that author you know and love, MASTER OF THE PHOENIX!
{I step out in my stupid orange suit. Clapping, though they are still goggling at my horrible suit.}
Me: Hello and welcome to the show! I'm Master of the Phoenix, and I will be interviewing Advance Wars characters. AND YES I'M STILL WEARING THE STUPID SUIT!
{Audience is a little surprised but then they try not to make eye contact with the suit.}
Me: Right, now put your hands together for the king of combat, the bodybuilder of bodies,
Grit: We know its ole Maxie just get on with it before I cap you!
{Grit and some of his fans are standing up and not looking happy that Max is here.}
Me: Um, put your hands together for MAX!
{Clapping, a few boos from Grit lovers. Max comes onto the stage showing off his steroid pumped muscles.}
Max: Hey everyone! Check out these muscles! I lift weights every day from 7:00 P.M. to 9:00 P.M. so if you want to be like me do what I do.
{Max fan boys are taking notes and some girls are ogling him. Grit lovers are readying their Grit-like revolvers. I'm getting nervous and try to convince the big guy to sit down.}
Me: Max, this isn't an advertisement. This is an interview. Now please sit down!
Max: All right little man! You don't need to yell.
{I'm fuming at being called little man but I compose myself and start the interview.}
Me: Right, now first question. Why did you want to be a bodybuilder in the first place?
Max: Well, when I was younger I tried to talk to girls, but they always ignored me and went for the strong men. I made a vow to be stronger than them and I succeeded. Girls flock to me, and my dream is complete.
{Max lovers are clapping and crying. Grit lovers are mocking Max and the rest are clapping politely.}
Me: Thank you for that story Max. Now second question, why do you think Flak is so much like you?
Max: Well, he had the same idea as I did! He just didn't study like I did.
{Flak lovers, (wait, ARE there Flak lovers?) are a little ticked off at Max's statement, Max lovers are laughing, and Grit lovers aren't even responding.}
Me: Well that is a reason. Last question, what is going on in the love triangle between you, Nell, and Grit?
Max: That has been a problem for a while, but I think Nell is going to choose me over lousy Grit. I mean come on! He betrayed his country and went to fight for Blue Moon! Who would want to love a traitor?
{Grit and his lovers are furious. Grit stands up with his revolver raised.}
Grit: All right Maxie! You're going down!
BANG!
{Grit shoots at Max. Max hides behind his couch. Max lovers charge over to the Grit lovers and a fight commences. Security and I are trying to calm everyone down but failing.}
BANG! CRASH! CLATTER! CRASH! BANG!
Me: PLEASE EVERYONE CALM DOWN! NO MAX! NOT THE COUCH!
WHAM!
{Max lifts up the couch he was hiding behind. He throws it at Grit but Grit dodges. The couch hits the wall and is ruined. I am horrified. Everyone has frozen. The guards are ushering everyone out.}
Me: My couch. That cost 3,000 gold. And my stage, all ruined. Grr, MAAAXX!
{Max is now getting a little nervous. I turn to Grit and stomp toward him.}
Me: Grit, kindly give me your revolver. I want to shoot Max.
{Grit is delighted at the idea}
Grit: Go right ahead son.
Me: Thank you Grit.
{I point the revolver at Max. He tries to reason with me.}
Max: Um, sorry little man. I, I think I can fix all of this. Please don't shoot. AAAHHH!
BANG!
{He runs away as I fire at him. I follow shooting.}
Me: DAMN YOU MAX! GET BACK HERE AND TAKE THESE SHOTS LIKE A MAN!
BANG! BANG! BANG!
{Grit chuckles and walks out. The announcer's voice comes in.}
Announcer: Wow, this is going to raise the ratings. Um, I mean. That's all the time we have left! This is Advance Wars Interviews and, hey! Don't come in here Max! SIR! DON'T SHOOT ME!
BANG!
Announcer: OW! YOU SHOT ME IN THE LEG!
Me: GET BACK HERE MAX!
{I chase Max out the door still shooting. Screen fades out.}
(This picture was made by Seal Productions. It is also sponsored by FanFicton.Net, where YOU make the stories.)
Phoenix: COOL! THAT WAS SO VIOLENT! And funny at the same time!
Me: Yes well, I'm in a violent mood today. And I still have Grit's gun.
Phoenix: Hey, don't point that thing at me! STOP!
BANG!
Phoenix: OW! YOU SHOT ME IN THE ARM!
Me: You deserved it. Anyway, hope this wasn't too violent and still funny. REVIEW PLEASE!
Phoenix: SOMEONE HELP ME! I'M BLEEDING ALL OVER THE PLACE!