DISCLAIMER: I like Cheese, oh and this story doesn't belong to me. Well the story does, the characters don't. I'm just using them for my sins of the flesh. evil grinEvil Ballerina. OH OH OH! Wait a minute! I would like to dedicate this chapter to Birdie rum rum, she helped me with all this. So thank her if you like this, send her nasty little hate mails filled with toads if you don't. Either way it's her fault.
Rocky is still frolicking like an idiot. I am beginning to regret using Eddie's Brain. Sure, he was musically talented and had a certain knack for keeping Columbia subdued, but other than that…useless..
"Eddie? EDDIE?'' Columbia shrieks, "WHERE?''
The thing about being In non existence, you have no privacy to think to yourself. It's like your mind is open, and anyone can just sneak a peek if they really want to.
"There is No Eddie." I snap back at her. She starts crying.
I feel awful, really I do. In a freakish, compassionate way.
Not like me one bit. Personally I'm frightened.
This oblivion is really beginning to warp my mind. I mean, first I start thinking about how I should have actually made Rocky intelligent and now I'm feeling compassion. I'm not sure I like this feeling. All warm and mushy inside, sort of like when Magenta laced my corset too tight. No, I don't like this feeling at all. At best it feels like a really weak orgasm.
And No one likes weak orgasms, now do they?
"Urgh! Ug, AUURAGH!"
"Rocky, quiet please. Mommy's trying to think"
Stupid git, he started ripping at my one of a kind, made it myself sequin hand beaded garter. Bastard, he should know by now no one messes with my ehem, intimate day wear apparel.
"ROCKY! Don't force me to make yet another Bridal Suite!"
I love threats, he stopped immediately. Damn, there goes the feeling of instantly regretting again.
"Rocky, I didn't mean it like that. Honestly sweetums, not one bit. Want to cuddle"
"Urgh"
"Fine then, be that way. I made you Rocky! And Cared for you, not to mention I made that corset especially for you-" "ARUAGH!" "Yes, the feathered boa too"
I shaked my head and went searching for some fresh smirk blood, you might say. Though it would be hard to find some in such a small place like this non existence.
"Frank!"
Stupid Columbia.
Stupid, Stupid girl.
"What is it?"
"The time Warp!"
"What about it?"
"It warps time"
"So?"
"So...we can go back in time before we were blasted to non existence!"
"You know for once, you slightly make sense"
"So get Rocky!"
"Must we?"
"Yes."
"Fine"
The time warp, why didn't I think of that before? Aren't I supposed to be the mad genius alien scientist? She's just supposed to be a groupie. A red headed helium voiced tap dancing fanatic groupie. I suppose in oblivion, stereotypical roles are reversed somehow.
This is really starting to confuse me entirely.
Rocky is still frolicking like an idiot. I am beginning to regret using Eddie's Brain. Sure, he was musically talented and had a certain knack for keeping Columbia subdued, but other than that…useless..
"Eddie? EDDIE?'' Columbia shrieks, "WHERE?''
The thing about being In non existence, you have no privacy to think to yourself. It's like your mind is open, and anyone can just sneak a peek if they really want to.
"There is No Eddie." I snap back at her. She starts crying.
I feel awful, really I do. In a freakish, compassionate way.
Not like me one bit. Personally I'm frightened.
This oblivion is really beginning to warp my mind. I mean, first I start thinking about how I should have actually made Rocky intelligent and now I'm feeling compassion. I'm not sure I like this feeling. All warm and mushy inside, sort of like when Magenta laced my corset too tight. No, I don't like this feeling at all. At best it feels like a really weak orgasm.
And No one likes weak orgasms, now do they?
"Urgh! Ug, AUURAGH!"
"Rocky, quiet please. Mommy's trying to think"
Stupid git, he started ripping at my one of a kind, made it myself sequin hand beaded garter. Bastard, he should know by now no one messes with my ehem, intimate day wear apparel.
"ROCKY! Don't force me to make yet another Bridal Suite!"
I love threats, he stopped immediately. Damn, there goes the feeling of instantly regretting again.
"Rocky, I didn't mean it like that. Honestly sweetums, not one bit. Want to cuddle"
"Urgh"
"Fine then, be that way. I made you Rocky! And Cared for you, not to mention I made that corset especially for you-" "ARUAGH!" "Yes, the feathered boa too"
I shaked my head and went searching for some fresh smirk blood, you might say. Though it would be hard to find some in such a small place like this non existence.
"Frank!"
Stupid Columbia.
Stupid, Stupid girl.
"What is it?"
"The time Warp!"
"What about it?"
"It warps time"
"So?"
"So...we can go back in time before we were blasted to non existence!"
"You know for once, you slightly make sense"
"So get Rocky!"
"Must we?"
"Yes."
"Fine"
The time warp, why didn't I think of that before? Aren't I supposed to be the mad genius alien scientist? She's just supposed to be a groupie. A red headed helium voiced tap dancing fanatic groupie. I suppose in oblivion, stereotypical roles are reversed somehow.
This is really starting to confuse me entirely.