Disclaimer: AAAHHH IS THERE NO JUSTICE IN THE WORLD!!!! PLEASE GOD, BRING
BACK EVO!!! (and while you're at it please fix the extreme evo site???)
(AN: Yeah, I know that last chappy was a little harsh, but I was mad and I had lost sight of the PRIME DIRECTIVE (i.e.= To please the masses and otherwise torture and mangle Jott and completely destroy any plot lines made by the WB or anyone running the evo things.) so... yeah. Anywaaay, remember for all points and purposes Jott is still alive. Yup, I need somebody to torture. Sorry to anyone I offended. NOT that I care. Ok, yup, on with the story. Oh yeah, insert eeeevil laughter Oh and MUCH GREETINGS to my friends here. HIIII!)
Scott and Jean walked in arm in arm and otherwise making out. Just then Bobby walked in.
=BOBBY'S POV, WITH MY COMMENTARY,(PREPARE FOR LOTSA EXTRA SPACE IN HIS EMPTY MIND) IN= 3
2
1
So I sit down and everbody's looking at me. Smooth with the ladies, that's me. Smooth with the guys too. Why do you think I sang "all things just keep getting better" instead of some other song. (Actually, he was going to sing "I'm too sexy" but that didn't work out since Scott sang it.)
So I'm sitting there. Yup, just sitting there. Then Rogue storms in. Whoo, baby, she is smokin'. (Waaaaay out of your league Bobby. BN:Hey, I resent that remark! AN:No, you resemble it.) Aaaanyway, I watched her shake that be-a-utiful booty across the room. She was mad, though, so I didn't try to use one of my lame pick-up lines on her. (Ok, if you know they're lame, why do you use them? BN: winks and generally looks stupid AN: Okaaaaay, then. That was truly awful.)
Rogue pulled out that little portable dry-erase "tell-your-bandmates-what- to-do" board (patent pending) that she's always carrying around. She scribbled a few things on it, all the while looking really hot. (Remember, this is NOT my narrative anymore!)
"Ok, guys, we need to get ready for the Battle Of the Bands." She flipped out a little pointer thingy (Could you use the word "thingy" any more? BN: Well, duh! Thingy thing thingy!!! Ahahaha!! AN:Oooook, note to self, STAY AWAY FROM BOBBY. BN:You do know I'm standing right here? AN:Well, yeah, but SO?) and started pointing at thingys on the thing and talking. As soon as she started talking, I instantly slumped into a stupor.
"ahhhhh," I mumbled. "ahhhhhhhhhh". Drool trailed from my mouth as I bleahed my way out of this world and into the next. (Ok, we should just slip back to my narrative now. Bobby's brain and self is currently MIA. Wait, his brain was always like that.)
=BACK TO MY NARRATIVE=
Rogue discussed strategies for winning the Battle Of the Bands laaaate into the night.
She bored just about everybody into a stupor after about the third hour. (Except for Remy, of course.)
So that's where we'll leave them for now, as I yawn don't want to be bored into a stupor myself. Bye all!
(AN: Yeah, I know that last chappy was a little harsh, but I was mad and I had lost sight of the PRIME DIRECTIVE (i.e.= To please the masses and otherwise torture and mangle Jott and completely destroy any plot lines made by the WB or anyone running the evo things.) so... yeah. Anywaaay, remember for all points and purposes Jott is still alive. Yup, I need somebody to torture. Sorry to anyone I offended. NOT that I care. Ok, yup, on with the story. Oh yeah, insert eeeevil laughter Oh and MUCH GREETINGS to my friends here. HIIII!)
Scott and Jean walked in arm in arm and otherwise making out. Just then Bobby walked in.
=BOBBY'S POV, WITH MY COMMENTARY,(PREPARE FOR LOTSA EXTRA SPACE IN HIS EMPTY MIND) IN= 3
2
1
So I sit down and everbody's looking at me. Smooth with the ladies, that's me. Smooth with the guys too. Why do you think I sang "all things just keep getting better" instead of some other song. (Actually, he was going to sing "I'm too sexy" but that didn't work out since Scott sang it.)
So I'm sitting there. Yup, just sitting there. Then Rogue storms in. Whoo, baby, she is smokin'. (Waaaaay out of your league Bobby. BN:Hey, I resent that remark! AN:No, you resemble it.) Aaaanyway, I watched her shake that be-a-utiful booty across the room. She was mad, though, so I didn't try to use one of my lame pick-up lines on her. (Ok, if you know they're lame, why do you use them? BN: winks and generally looks stupid AN: Okaaaaay, then. That was truly awful.)
Rogue pulled out that little portable dry-erase "tell-your-bandmates-what- to-do" board (patent pending) that she's always carrying around. She scribbled a few things on it, all the while looking really hot. (Remember, this is NOT my narrative anymore!)
"Ok, guys, we need to get ready for the Battle Of the Bands." She flipped out a little pointer thingy (Could you use the word "thingy" any more? BN: Well, duh! Thingy thing thingy!!! Ahahaha!! AN:Oooook, note to self, STAY AWAY FROM BOBBY. BN:You do know I'm standing right here? AN:Well, yeah, but SO?) and started pointing at thingys on the thing and talking. As soon as she started talking, I instantly slumped into a stupor.
"ahhhhh," I mumbled. "ahhhhhhhhhh". Drool trailed from my mouth as I bleahed my way out of this world and into the next. (Ok, we should just slip back to my narrative now. Bobby's brain and self is currently MIA. Wait, his brain was always like that.)
=BACK TO MY NARRATIVE=
Rogue discussed strategies for winning the Battle Of the Bands laaaate into the night.
She bored just about everybody into a stupor after about the third hour. (Except for Remy, of course.)
So that's where we'll leave them for now, as I yawn don't want to be bored into a stupor myself. Bye all!