A/N: *rubbing cheek* Sorry Ashley! Well, thanks to everyone who reviewed! From now on, I'll try to fit everyone in who wants to ask a question. ^^ Sorry if I'm slow at updating, but I'm EXTREMELY lazy. ............o.-......... yeah. Some spoilers, but you'll get over it. Anyway, here's Wolfwood's chapter! So read and enjoy!
Disclaimer: .....*twitch. What do you think? If you forgot what I don't own, go back to the previous chapters and read the disclaimers. *huggles Trigun plushies*....*twitch. R+R! ...*twitch
~*~*~*~*~*NO SMOKING!*~*~*~*~*~
It's the usual scene, with Ashley waiting patiently...ISH, in her chair, and the other hostess away doing something stupid. Everything's pretty much quiet until Megan runs frantically onstage with a hammer and some nails in her mouth. She whips out a NO-SMOKING sign and nails it quickly to the back wall.
"Phew! Thought I was never gonna find that thing!" she takes a seat in her chair.
"...uh, Megan," Ashley glances back at the wall, "Do you really think that's gonna keep him from smoking?"
"YES IT WILL!" she shouts in a voice familiar to Knives'. "Besides, why would he want to smoke in our wonderful Studio?"
"...because he loves to smoke."
"But he'll be too busy answering our wonderful questions!"
*sweatdrop "Yeah, I'm sure he will."
Megan rises and goes into introduction mode, "Well, give a big round of applause for-"
"Wait!' Ashley screams.
She turns her head mechanically towards Ashley, "...what?"
"Come here!" she yanks her down into the chair. "Did you soundproof that damn room yet?"
"...maybe."
"Ah, you idiot! If Wolfwood finds out Millie's in there, he's gonna kill us!"
"...be right back." Megan runs offstage and returns with a large bowl of pudding. She pushes a red button to open the wall and goes inside.
"Oh!" a high-pitched voice squeals, "Pudding again!"
Some mumbles are heard from Megan before Meryl begins screeching, "No way! I'm not as stupid as Millie! You can't make me eat that pudding! I know you put something in it! You can't-" A trigger noise erupts from the room, then all is quiet. Megan walks out, gun in hand, then sits down and presses the button to close the wall.
Ashley looks at her in awe, "Did you just-"
"Nope. Just gave her a little tranquilizer, and the pudding was drugged."
"Oh...da'mit!"
Hiding the gun under her chair, Megan stands up and gestures over to where Wolfwood would come out. "Here he is folks, Nicholas D. Wolfwood!"
A man in a dark blue leisure suit (or is it black? or grey? it always changes! AH! ) walks onstage, carrying a large cross wrapped in canvas and tied with belt...things. "Hey!" He sets it down with a thud and plops on the sofa.
Megan stares at the giant cross-shaped gun. "..can, can I touch it?"
"Of course you can!"
She slowly gets up and takes a step over to it, running her hand down its side, "It's so big..."
"Ah! MEGAN!" Ashley screams, whipping her head in the direction of Wolfwood. She sees Megan stroking the cross, and smiles crookedly. "Uh, nevermind."
"Hey, have you guys seen Millie anywhere?"
"Nope," Ashley replies. Megan simply shakes her head and continues petting the gun.
"Didn't think so. Damnit..." he pulls a cigarette out from his shirt and puts it in his mouth, "Haven't seen her for a while. It's startin' to worry me." He fumbles around in his pocket and grabs a lighter. "Do you mind?"
"No, it's okay. Go ahead."
He lights up and takes a drag, blowing the smoke out slowly and putting the lighter back in his pocket.
Megan stops caressing the weapon and smells the air. "What is this?" She turns around and sees Wolfwood smoking. "Oh, goddamnit!" She stomps her way over to him and points to the back wall. "NO SMOKING ASSHOLE!"
*gasp!* "Megan, did you just call Wolfwood an asshole?"
She slaps her hand over her mouth. "Oh my gosh, I did. I'm so sorry!" She jumps on him, squeezing his cheeks together. "I didn't mean it Wolfie! Don't cry!"
"Ah! It's okay!" He puts her down. "Just didn't see the sign."
"Oh. Well ASHley should've shown it to you," she glares at her friend.
"Ptbbbbh!"
"Well, any questions for me?"
*ponder* "Yeah, I have one," Ashley peers at him, "Here on Earth, cigarettes cost a good four to five bucks a pack. Unlike Gunsmoke, however, we can actually grow tobacco to MAKE the cigarettes. So riddle me this: how the hell can you afford to buy all those cigarettes? I mean, they must cost more there than here. How much for a pack of smokes and where do you get that kind of money?"
"Well, uh..." he pulls out another cigarette and looks at it. "I'm not too sure how they grow the tobacco or get the paper to make this, but I get all my money by spreading the word of God and helping people out wherever I can."
"...you get money by 'spreading the word of God'?"
"Well, no actually..."
"Wait. Don't tell me you get money by helping people out. If you're helping them out, shouldn't THEY get the money?"
"Yeah, but..."
"I know you work for Knives."
"What!? No! I USE to, but that was when I needed the money! I had to help the children! If I hadn't joined him, the children would suffer! It was all for the-"
"AH! SHUT-UP!" Megan screeches. "No more talking about children!"
"But, you're just a child yourself!"
"No I'm not! I'm a frikkin TEENager! I hate little kids! Get it right!"
*sweatdrop "Sorry, my mistake."
"You know what, I can't even look at you right now." She stands up and looks away. "It's time for an AUDIENCE question."
"Haha. Drama-queen."
"Don't make me come over there Ashley!"
"Okay, let's go to the audience. Wolfwood, go ahead."
"Alrighty then," he looks around and sees two girls holding hands and giggling, "Heheh. What about you two ladies? What're your names?"
They stand up, still giggling. "Hi, I'm Cara," the one dressed all in black (you know: a shirt, vest, boots, studded bracelet. the works.) with long, wavy blonde hair says. The other girl, with long, braided red hair (wearing a long-sleeved blue shirt with matching pants and a white belt) introduces herself as Marisol.
Wolfwood looks at them with a raised brow. What were they laughing about?
"Are you," *giggle* "Are..hahahahahaha...are you a homosexual?" They break into a fit giggles.
"What!? No!" He smacks his hand to his forehead, "Why does everyone think that!? I got some Millie ass right before I died! Remember!?"
The girls giggle some more.
He looks at their joined hands. He suddenly smiles (and not one of those happy, bright ones. more like a dirty one. yeah, you know what he's thinkin'. haha.) "Well, I'M not gay. But YOU girls..." he trails off, looking at the tall, blue-eyed pair. "Are you two...together?"
*gigglegiggle*
"Eaugh, enough of that," Megan interrupts. "Since I don't feel like letting you indulge in your twisted little fantasies all day, does anyone else have a question?" The two girls sit down and more raise their hands.
"Why'd you have to do that?" Wolfwood pouts.
"Just pick someone else."
"Fine," he points to a scrawny 16-year-old girl with brown hair and really weird clothes. "What's your question?"
^^ "Yay! I wanna know how Vash got his glasses back a few episodes after you stepped on them.....and the name's Aurus."
"Well, you'll have to ask Vash about that one. BUT," he pulls out another cigarette, "See, I didn't even know I had another one in my pocket. I'm guessing his glasses are like my cigarettes here. They're just there."
"Oh. Well, I have one more question!"
"What?"
"Do you have Vash's phone number? Can I have it?"
*sigh "What about me? Doesn't anyone want MY phone number!?"
The fangirls go wild. "Oh,oh! I do!" "Me! " "What is it!?" "Tell us!" "Please!"
^^ "I'm so loved."
"Okay. I'm gonna read one off of this card. Vain wants to know 'why did you have to die? ...WAH' "
"Well, I didn't want to kill Chapel. After all, he was the one who taught me everything I knew. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have been able to help Vash out when he was in trouble."
"Haha," Megan laughs, "Bastard shot you in the back."
"It was Legato. Chapel would have never pulled off anything cheap like that. He was controlling him."
"Yeah, maybe, but I wanna know why the hell you didn't kill him after that. I mean, he had just shot you so badly, you died afterwards. Yet, he was still alive after you were dead, so how the hell does that work?"
"Like I said, it was my own decision not to kill him."
"But he died anyway. So doesn't that piss you off that you died for nothing?"
"...wow, never actually thought about it like that..."
"It was Vash's fault," Ashley interrupts.
"No, I controlled my own actions. It was completely my fault."
"NO. If Vash hadn't poisoned your mind with his stupid, idealistic ways, you would have killed Chapel and you'd still be alive!"
"No!"
"Just admit it, you're pissed!"
"...argh, alright! I hate that little bastard for making me think like him! He turned me into a pussy right when I needed to be strong!"
O.O "Whoa. Had that bottled up for a while?"
"...yeah."
"It's alright. We'll just have a couple more audience members ask a question."
"Okay," he picks out a tall girl with spiked brown hair, mismatched blue and green eyes, jeans, and a red t-shirt reading 'The cats talk to me, they tell me to bite you'.
"Hey Nick! Can I have your cross punisher?"
"...no."
"Can I have a cookie?"
"...I don't have any."
"Fine! But I wanna know why you smoke? It's bad for you!"
"It helps me ease the stress of my life...err, afterlife, or whatever the hell this is. I'm a very stressed out guy."
"You don't seem like you are in the series!"
"Yeah, well, that was before I was dead."
"Ah, gotcha." She sits down.
Megan begins playing with the cross again. "Hey Wolfwood."
"Yeah?"
"Can I have your cross punisher?"
"No."
"...damn you."
Ashley shifts in her chair, "One more question."
"Last one, huh?" he looks around and picks out a hyper-active girl, "Your name?"
"Hey! That's Sheen Tacos!" Megan waves.
"Hey!" she waves back, "Wolfwood! Can I have your cross punisher!?"
"That's the third time today! How many times do I have to say it!? NO!" He picks it up and hugs it protectively. "I'll never let anyone hurt you. You'll be mine forever. All mine. Forever and ever," he whispers to it, hugging it tighter.
"...freak."
"Wait! I'll give you an apple!"
He stops and looks up, "...what kind?"
"Uh, the really sweet green kind!"
"...I'll think about it."
"Man, why do you like apples so much?"
"...I don't."
"Don't lie."
"What? The only time I had an apple was when I took it from Chapel. And I did that just to spite him! ...and to see if it was tasty..."
"Okay, I'll talk to you later about it!"
".........."
"Well then, I think that was the last question," says Megan.
"Yeah, we'd better end the show. It's getting late."
The hosts start to get up and leave when a beeping noise is heard.
"...what was that?"
"...sounds like a bomb."
"Yeah, right."
They begin walking towards the exit when the door near the audience is blown open. A man wearing black clothing and a gas mask abruptly introduces himself as mimic12355 and asks, "Wolfwood. How do you carry a cross that weighs 500 pounds?"
Still choking on the smoke and dusting off bits of debris, he replies, "Oh, I'm sure it doesn't weigh THAT much. *cough* It's just all the mercy."
Megan and Ashley begin laughing their asses off.
"What now?"
"Haha, MERCY. I mean, what?"
"Anyway, it doesn't seem that heavy to me. Besides, I exercise a lot and am fit to carry it anywhere I want."
"Oh, okay then. Just curious." The man heads out the door...er, hole in the wall.
"Hahahahahaha," Megan laughs, "You're full of yourself."
"What? No I'm not."
"Haha," Ashley joins in, " 'Will you eat them with me'?"
"What are you two talking about?"
They laugh and shout in unison, "SANDWICHES! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"Oh, you guys are so immature."
*still laughing their asses off*
"Hey, it's not that funny!"
"Oh yes it is!" *laugh* "That's just about the worst pick-up line I've ever heard!"
"Yeah, only Millie's dumb enough to fall for it!" *laugh*
"WHAT!? Did you just call my Millie DUMB!?" he stands up and pulls on a belt (thing), making the canvas on his cross punisher fly off and striking a pose.
"Oooo! SHINY!" Ashley dives for it.
"Hey, get off of it!" Wolfwood shakes it to no avail.
"No, it's mine!" Megan grabs it and pulls as hard as she can, ripping it out of his hands and screaming at the top of her lungs, "BWA HAHAHAHAHA!! IT'S MINE! ALL MIIIIIINE!!!!"
"NOO! Give it BACK!" Wolfwood chases her offstage.
"SHIINYYYYY!" Ashley follows close behind.
In the back of the Studio, a man looking similar to Bob spins the camera around and explains, "Hey. I'm Joe. I'm substituting for Bob while he's at work on 'Trading Spaceships'. You should go read it. He's in it." He turns his attention onstage, where Wolfwood, Megan, and Ashley are wrestling for the cross punisher. "Well, I don't think they're gonna be able to end the show tonight, but tune in next time when they'll be interviewing Mr. E.G. Mine. Goodnight!" he smiles and turns off the camera.
~*~*~*~*~*THE END...not*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: Gyah! Da'mit belongs to Ashley! ^^ Anyway, please review. *sniff* I get sad and don't write much when I don't get reviews. But I know you'll review because YOU LOVE ME DAMNIT! ...XD...Next up is E.G.! YAY! *does happy dance* See you then!
Disclaimer: .....*twitch. What do you think? If you forgot what I don't own, go back to the previous chapters and read the disclaimers. *huggles Trigun plushies*....*twitch. R+R! ...*twitch
~*~*~*~*~*NO SMOKING!*~*~*~*~*~
It's the usual scene, with Ashley waiting patiently...ISH, in her chair, and the other hostess away doing something stupid. Everything's pretty much quiet until Megan runs frantically onstage with a hammer and some nails in her mouth. She whips out a NO-SMOKING sign and nails it quickly to the back wall.
"Phew! Thought I was never gonna find that thing!" she takes a seat in her chair.
"...uh, Megan," Ashley glances back at the wall, "Do you really think that's gonna keep him from smoking?"
"YES IT WILL!" she shouts in a voice familiar to Knives'. "Besides, why would he want to smoke in our wonderful Studio?"
"...because he loves to smoke."
"But he'll be too busy answering our wonderful questions!"
*sweatdrop "Yeah, I'm sure he will."
Megan rises and goes into introduction mode, "Well, give a big round of applause for-"
"Wait!' Ashley screams.
She turns her head mechanically towards Ashley, "...what?"
"Come here!" she yanks her down into the chair. "Did you soundproof that damn room yet?"
"...maybe."
"Ah, you idiot! If Wolfwood finds out Millie's in there, he's gonna kill us!"
"...be right back." Megan runs offstage and returns with a large bowl of pudding. She pushes a red button to open the wall and goes inside.
"Oh!" a high-pitched voice squeals, "Pudding again!"
Some mumbles are heard from Megan before Meryl begins screeching, "No way! I'm not as stupid as Millie! You can't make me eat that pudding! I know you put something in it! You can't-" A trigger noise erupts from the room, then all is quiet. Megan walks out, gun in hand, then sits down and presses the button to close the wall.
Ashley looks at her in awe, "Did you just-"
"Nope. Just gave her a little tranquilizer, and the pudding was drugged."
"Oh...da'mit!"
Hiding the gun under her chair, Megan stands up and gestures over to where Wolfwood would come out. "Here he is folks, Nicholas D. Wolfwood!"
A man in a dark blue leisure suit (or is it black? or grey? it always changes! AH! ) walks onstage, carrying a large cross wrapped in canvas and tied with belt...things. "Hey!" He sets it down with a thud and plops on the sofa.
Megan stares at the giant cross-shaped gun. "..can, can I touch it?"
"Of course you can!"
She slowly gets up and takes a step over to it, running her hand down its side, "It's so big..."
"Ah! MEGAN!" Ashley screams, whipping her head in the direction of Wolfwood. She sees Megan stroking the cross, and smiles crookedly. "Uh, nevermind."
"Hey, have you guys seen Millie anywhere?"
"Nope," Ashley replies. Megan simply shakes her head and continues petting the gun.
"Didn't think so. Damnit..." he pulls a cigarette out from his shirt and puts it in his mouth, "Haven't seen her for a while. It's startin' to worry me." He fumbles around in his pocket and grabs a lighter. "Do you mind?"
"No, it's okay. Go ahead."
He lights up and takes a drag, blowing the smoke out slowly and putting the lighter back in his pocket.
Megan stops caressing the weapon and smells the air. "What is this?" She turns around and sees Wolfwood smoking. "Oh, goddamnit!" She stomps her way over to him and points to the back wall. "NO SMOKING ASSHOLE!"
*gasp!* "Megan, did you just call Wolfwood an asshole?"
She slaps her hand over her mouth. "Oh my gosh, I did. I'm so sorry!" She jumps on him, squeezing his cheeks together. "I didn't mean it Wolfie! Don't cry!"
"Ah! It's okay!" He puts her down. "Just didn't see the sign."
"Oh. Well ASHley should've shown it to you," she glares at her friend.
"Ptbbbbh!"
"Well, any questions for me?"
*ponder* "Yeah, I have one," Ashley peers at him, "Here on Earth, cigarettes cost a good four to five bucks a pack. Unlike Gunsmoke, however, we can actually grow tobacco to MAKE the cigarettes. So riddle me this: how the hell can you afford to buy all those cigarettes? I mean, they must cost more there than here. How much for a pack of smokes and where do you get that kind of money?"
"Well, uh..." he pulls out another cigarette and looks at it. "I'm not too sure how they grow the tobacco or get the paper to make this, but I get all my money by spreading the word of God and helping people out wherever I can."
"...you get money by 'spreading the word of God'?"
"Well, no actually..."
"Wait. Don't tell me you get money by helping people out. If you're helping them out, shouldn't THEY get the money?"
"Yeah, but..."
"I know you work for Knives."
"What!? No! I USE to, but that was when I needed the money! I had to help the children! If I hadn't joined him, the children would suffer! It was all for the-"
"AH! SHUT-UP!" Megan screeches. "No more talking about children!"
"But, you're just a child yourself!"
"No I'm not! I'm a frikkin TEENager! I hate little kids! Get it right!"
*sweatdrop "Sorry, my mistake."
"You know what, I can't even look at you right now." She stands up and looks away. "It's time for an AUDIENCE question."
"Haha. Drama-queen."
"Don't make me come over there Ashley!"
"Okay, let's go to the audience. Wolfwood, go ahead."
"Alrighty then," he looks around and sees two girls holding hands and giggling, "Heheh. What about you two ladies? What're your names?"
They stand up, still giggling. "Hi, I'm Cara," the one dressed all in black (you know: a shirt, vest, boots, studded bracelet. the works.) with long, wavy blonde hair says. The other girl, with long, braided red hair (wearing a long-sleeved blue shirt with matching pants and a white belt) introduces herself as Marisol.
Wolfwood looks at them with a raised brow. What were they laughing about?
"Are you," *giggle* "Are..hahahahahaha...are you a homosexual?" They break into a fit giggles.
"What!? No!" He smacks his hand to his forehead, "Why does everyone think that!? I got some Millie ass right before I died! Remember!?"
The girls giggle some more.
He looks at their joined hands. He suddenly smiles (and not one of those happy, bright ones. more like a dirty one. yeah, you know what he's thinkin'. haha.) "Well, I'M not gay. But YOU girls..." he trails off, looking at the tall, blue-eyed pair. "Are you two...together?"
*gigglegiggle*
"Eaugh, enough of that," Megan interrupts. "Since I don't feel like letting you indulge in your twisted little fantasies all day, does anyone else have a question?" The two girls sit down and more raise their hands.
"Why'd you have to do that?" Wolfwood pouts.
"Just pick someone else."
"Fine," he points to a scrawny 16-year-old girl with brown hair and really weird clothes. "What's your question?"
^^ "Yay! I wanna know how Vash got his glasses back a few episodes after you stepped on them.....and the name's Aurus."
"Well, you'll have to ask Vash about that one. BUT," he pulls out another cigarette, "See, I didn't even know I had another one in my pocket. I'm guessing his glasses are like my cigarettes here. They're just there."
"Oh. Well, I have one more question!"
"What?"
"Do you have Vash's phone number? Can I have it?"
*sigh "What about me? Doesn't anyone want MY phone number!?"
The fangirls go wild. "Oh,oh! I do!" "Me! " "What is it!?" "Tell us!" "Please!"
^^ "I'm so loved."
"Okay. I'm gonna read one off of this card. Vain wants to know 'why did you have to die? ...WAH' "
"Well, I didn't want to kill Chapel. After all, he was the one who taught me everything I knew. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have been able to help Vash out when he was in trouble."
"Haha," Megan laughs, "Bastard shot you in the back."
"It was Legato. Chapel would have never pulled off anything cheap like that. He was controlling him."
"Yeah, maybe, but I wanna know why the hell you didn't kill him after that. I mean, he had just shot you so badly, you died afterwards. Yet, he was still alive after you were dead, so how the hell does that work?"
"Like I said, it was my own decision not to kill him."
"But he died anyway. So doesn't that piss you off that you died for nothing?"
"...wow, never actually thought about it like that..."
"It was Vash's fault," Ashley interrupts.
"No, I controlled my own actions. It was completely my fault."
"NO. If Vash hadn't poisoned your mind with his stupid, idealistic ways, you would have killed Chapel and you'd still be alive!"
"No!"
"Just admit it, you're pissed!"
"...argh, alright! I hate that little bastard for making me think like him! He turned me into a pussy right when I needed to be strong!"
O.O "Whoa. Had that bottled up for a while?"
"...yeah."
"It's alright. We'll just have a couple more audience members ask a question."
"Okay," he picks out a tall girl with spiked brown hair, mismatched blue and green eyes, jeans, and a red t-shirt reading 'The cats talk to me, they tell me to bite you'.
"Hey Nick! Can I have your cross punisher?"
"...no."
"Can I have a cookie?"
"...I don't have any."
"Fine! But I wanna know why you smoke? It's bad for you!"
"It helps me ease the stress of my life...err, afterlife, or whatever the hell this is. I'm a very stressed out guy."
"You don't seem like you are in the series!"
"Yeah, well, that was before I was dead."
"Ah, gotcha." She sits down.
Megan begins playing with the cross again. "Hey Wolfwood."
"Yeah?"
"Can I have your cross punisher?"
"No."
"...damn you."
Ashley shifts in her chair, "One more question."
"Last one, huh?" he looks around and picks out a hyper-active girl, "Your name?"
"Hey! That's Sheen Tacos!" Megan waves.
"Hey!" she waves back, "Wolfwood! Can I have your cross punisher!?"
"That's the third time today! How many times do I have to say it!? NO!" He picks it up and hugs it protectively. "I'll never let anyone hurt you. You'll be mine forever. All mine. Forever and ever," he whispers to it, hugging it tighter.
"...freak."
"Wait! I'll give you an apple!"
He stops and looks up, "...what kind?"
"Uh, the really sweet green kind!"
"...I'll think about it."
"Man, why do you like apples so much?"
"...I don't."
"Don't lie."
"What? The only time I had an apple was when I took it from Chapel. And I did that just to spite him! ...and to see if it was tasty..."
"Okay, I'll talk to you later about it!"
".........."
"Well then, I think that was the last question," says Megan.
"Yeah, we'd better end the show. It's getting late."
The hosts start to get up and leave when a beeping noise is heard.
"...what was that?"
"...sounds like a bomb."
"Yeah, right."
They begin walking towards the exit when the door near the audience is blown open. A man wearing black clothing and a gas mask abruptly introduces himself as mimic12355 and asks, "Wolfwood. How do you carry a cross that weighs 500 pounds?"
Still choking on the smoke and dusting off bits of debris, he replies, "Oh, I'm sure it doesn't weigh THAT much. *cough* It's just all the mercy."
Megan and Ashley begin laughing their asses off.
"What now?"
"Haha, MERCY. I mean, what?"
"Anyway, it doesn't seem that heavy to me. Besides, I exercise a lot and am fit to carry it anywhere I want."
"Oh, okay then. Just curious." The man heads out the door...er, hole in the wall.
"Hahahahahaha," Megan laughs, "You're full of yourself."
"What? No I'm not."
"Haha," Ashley joins in, " 'Will you eat them with me'?"
"What are you two talking about?"
They laugh and shout in unison, "SANDWICHES! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"Oh, you guys are so immature."
*still laughing their asses off*
"Hey, it's not that funny!"
"Oh yes it is!" *laugh* "That's just about the worst pick-up line I've ever heard!"
"Yeah, only Millie's dumb enough to fall for it!" *laugh*
"WHAT!? Did you just call my Millie DUMB!?" he stands up and pulls on a belt (thing), making the canvas on his cross punisher fly off and striking a pose.
"Oooo! SHINY!" Ashley dives for it.
"Hey, get off of it!" Wolfwood shakes it to no avail.
"No, it's mine!" Megan grabs it and pulls as hard as she can, ripping it out of his hands and screaming at the top of her lungs, "BWA HAHAHAHAHA!! IT'S MINE! ALL MIIIIIINE!!!!"
"NOO! Give it BACK!" Wolfwood chases her offstage.
"SHIINYYYYY!" Ashley follows close behind.
In the back of the Studio, a man looking similar to Bob spins the camera around and explains, "Hey. I'm Joe. I'm substituting for Bob while he's at work on 'Trading Spaceships'. You should go read it. He's in it." He turns his attention onstage, where Wolfwood, Megan, and Ashley are wrestling for the cross punisher. "Well, I don't think they're gonna be able to end the show tonight, but tune in next time when they'll be interviewing Mr. E.G. Mine. Goodnight!" he smiles and turns off the camera.
~*~*~*~*~*THE END...not*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: Gyah! Da'mit belongs to Ashley! ^^ Anyway, please review. *sniff* I get sad and don't write much when I don't get reviews. But I know you'll review because YOU LOVE ME DAMNIT! ...XD...Next up is E.G.! YAY! *does happy dance* See you then!