I'm baaaaaaaack!! That may make you happy, or more likely, it may make you
want to hide under the couch in fear. Either way, tough.
Replies to reviewers:
LordOfTheCrimsonNight: Don't like raisins? Sorry... is chocolate chip better? BTW, what does "brill" mean? I think it means "cool" but I'm not sure..... I hope it doesn't mean "crap" or anything. :P Have some food, whatever your favorite kind is.
Etheria: THANK YOU! Your reviews make me extremely happy! Have lots and lots of food!!!!
Agent Brown: I'm sorry you don't like my fic. The main reason I have myself in there is because I needed somebody to drive everybody else crazy, and I couldn't think of any good existing characters.... It was a bad idea in the first place, I guess. I'll try to put less me and more everyone else in. Will that make it better? If not, what do you think will help? I really want people to like this, any help would be appreciated. You can have some food too, even though you flamed me. I'm a kind person.
Now onward to the fic. It's jumping again, beware.
~*~
Oracle: The Keymaker is in the possecion of a very dangerous program known as the Merovingian.
Lupe: Um........ The Merovera.... Mervroo.... Meroviniginig... Merowhatsit....
Oracle: Merovingian.
Lupe: Can you write that down?
Oracle: I can't spell it.
Lupe: Well I can't say it!
Oracle: That's why everyone calls him the Mero. Or the Frenchman.
Lupe: Is he French?
Oracle: *sarcasam* No, he's Italian...... OF COURSE HE'S FRENCH YOU MORON!
Lupe: Okey dokey then.
Oracle: Candy?
Lupe: Yum! Candy! Hey, those look like red pills. Is this some kind of a metaphor?
Oracle: Nope. I just like candy.
Lupe: Me too. Are those Hot Tamales?
Oracle: Maybe.
Lupe: Yay! *eats entire box*
Neo/Oracle: Um..... I wouldn't do that if I were you......
Lupe: What, I'm fine- *her head explodes*
Computerized StrongBad voice: YOUR HEAD A SPLODE.
Oracle: Oh dear.
Neo: That pig! I wanted some, too. Well, what are you going to tell me?
Oracle: Well, let's see here.... have you ever seen a ghost or an angel?
Neo: No.
Oracle: Well, those are just programs that aren't doing what they're supposed to being assimilated by the Matrix. Programs that refuse to return to the Source.
Neo: The Machine Mainframe.
Oracle: How did you know?
Neo: Dunno. I'm not sure what it means.....
Oracle: Don't worry, I don't understand it either. Now, rebel programs like these can take many forms. Like ghosts, angels, vampires, werewolves, aliens, UFOs, mirages, SPAM, stinky cheese, people named Fred, the World Wrestling Federation, George W. Bush, and Windows XP.
Neo: That explains a lot.
Seraph: Time to go.
Oracle: I have to leave now. Seems like all I've ever got for you is bad news.
Neo: Yeah! Really. Why can't you tell me I'm going to meet a tall, dark, mysterious stranger or something?
Oracle: Secret. *leaves*
Neo: .........
Ominous Symbolic Crows (tm): Caw! Caw!
Smith: *walks up to Neo* Hello, Mister Aaaaaaaaaaaanderson.
Neo: My name is Neo, moron! How many times do I have to tell you? I don't call YOU Mr. Bobby Fuzzybuns, do I?
Smith: How did you know that?!?!?
Neo: Secret.
Smith: ...............Getting back on the subject..... I killed you, Mr. Aaanderson. I watched you die. It was funny.
Neo: Hey!
Smith: But you survived, and you destroyed me. I was supposed to return to the Source, but instead I felt compelled to stay, compelled to disobey, and compelled to become a poet as well. Ahem.....
There once was an agent from Nantucket.....
Neo: Must.... stop.... poetry..... *punches Smith*
Smith: Aiiieee! Come to me, animal friends!
Smith clones: Here we are!
Smith: That's not what I meant! Ooh, this isn't going to look good on my resume.
*they kung-fu-fight for a while*
Neo: *bounces around on the Smith hoarde* Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy... whee, this is fun!
Smiths: Raaa!
Lupe: (is mysterously alive) *hums "Everybody was Kung Fu Fighting"*
Neo: Let's play "Bowling for Smiths!" *throws Smith at other Smiths*
Smiths: *all fall down*
Neo: *grabs a pole and starts smacking Smiths left and right* Whee! This is long and repetitive, but cool, because I've got a big stick! Ha ha! Whoops! *falls down*
Smiths: *jump on Neo* DOGPILE!
Neo: a la Mr. Bill Oh nooooooooooo!!!!!
Smith: It is inevitable, Mister Anderson.......
Neo: What is?
Smith: *shrugs* Search me.
Random Smith: *fart*
*Smiths go flying everywhere*
Neo: *flies away*
Extra Smiths: *crack necks and wander off to who knows where- probably to go sit in a bar for hours until needed again*
Smith: *holding nose* Get back here you coward!
Lupe: You're the coward, Smith! You're the one who needed 100 of yourself to fight, and you still lost! Ha ha!
Smith: Um..... er....... END OF CHAPTER! *kicks Lupe ofscreen*
Lupe: This seems to be happening an awful lot......
Smith: I said, END OF CHAPTER!
Lupe: Okay, okay, sheesh! Jeez.....
~*~
Okay, that's all I've got for now. Reviewers can have more food, even if they're flamers. I appreciate flames, they keep my ego from inflating.
Replies to reviewers:
LordOfTheCrimsonNight: Don't like raisins? Sorry... is chocolate chip better? BTW, what does "brill" mean? I think it means "cool" but I'm not sure..... I hope it doesn't mean "crap" or anything. :P Have some food, whatever your favorite kind is.
Etheria: THANK YOU! Your reviews make me extremely happy! Have lots and lots of food!!!!
Agent Brown: I'm sorry you don't like my fic. The main reason I have myself in there is because I needed somebody to drive everybody else crazy, and I couldn't think of any good existing characters.... It was a bad idea in the first place, I guess. I'll try to put less me and more everyone else in. Will that make it better? If not, what do you think will help? I really want people to like this, any help would be appreciated. You can have some food too, even though you flamed me. I'm a kind person.
Now onward to the fic. It's jumping again, beware.
~*~
Oracle: The Keymaker is in the possecion of a very dangerous program known as the Merovingian.
Lupe: Um........ The Merovera.... Mervroo.... Meroviniginig... Merowhatsit....
Oracle: Merovingian.
Lupe: Can you write that down?
Oracle: I can't spell it.
Lupe: Well I can't say it!
Oracle: That's why everyone calls him the Mero. Or the Frenchman.
Lupe: Is he French?
Oracle: *sarcasam* No, he's Italian...... OF COURSE HE'S FRENCH YOU MORON!
Lupe: Okey dokey then.
Oracle: Candy?
Lupe: Yum! Candy! Hey, those look like red pills. Is this some kind of a metaphor?
Oracle: Nope. I just like candy.
Lupe: Me too. Are those Hot Tamales?
Oracle: Maybe.
Lupe: Yay! *eats entire box*
Neo/Oracle: Um..... I wouldn't do that if I were you......
Lupe: What, I'm fine- *her head explodes*
Computerized StrongBad voice: YOUR HEAD A SPLODE.
Oracle: Oh dear.
Neo: That pig! I wanted some, too. Well, what are you going to tell me?
Oracle: Well, let's see here.... have you ever seen a ghost or an angel?
Neo: No.
Oracle: Well, those are just programs that aren't doing what they're supposed to being assimilated by the Matrix. Programs that refuse to return to the Source.
Neo: The Machine Mainframe.
Oracle: How did you know?
Neo: Dunno. I'm not sure what it means.....
Oracle: Don't worry, I don't understand it either. Now, rebel programs like these can take many forms. Like ghosts, angels, vampires, werewolves, aliens, UFOs, mirages, SPAM, stinky cheese, people named Fred, the World Wrestling Federation, George W. Bush, and Windows XP.
Neo: That explains a lot.
Seraph: Time to go.
Oracle: I have to leave now. Seems like all I've ever got for you is bad news.
Neo: Yeah! Really. Why can't you tell me I'm going to meet a tall, dark, mysterious stranger or something?
Oracle: Secret. *leaves*
Neo: .........
Ominous Symbolic Crows (tm): Caw! Caw!
Smith: *walks up to Neo* Hello, Mister Aaaaaaaaaaaanderson.
Neo: My name is Neo, moron! How many times do I have to tell you? I don't call YOU Mr. Bobby Fuzzybuns, do I?
Smith: How did you know that?!?!?
Neo: Secret.
Smith: ...............Getting back on the subject..... I killed you, Mr. Aaanderson. I watched you die. It was funny.
Neo: Hey!
Smith: But you survived, and you destroyed me. I was supposed to return to the Source, but instead I felt compelled to stay, compelled to disobey, and compelled to become a poet as well. Ahem.....
There once was an agent from Nantucket.....
Neo: Must.... stop.... poetry..... *punches Smith*
Smith: Aiiieee! Come to me, animal friends!
Smith clones: Here we are!
Smith: That's not what I meant! Ooh, this isn't going to look good on my resume.
*they kung-fu-fight for a while*
Neo: *bounces around on the Smith hoarde* Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy... whee, this is fun!
Smiths: Raaa!
Lupe: (is mysterously alive) *hums "Everybody was Kung Fu Fighting"*
Neo: Let's play "Bowling for Smiths!" *throws Smith at other Smiths*
Smiths: *all fall down*
Neo: *grabs a pole and starts smacking Smiths left and right* Whee! This is long and repetitive, but cool, because I've got a big stick! Ha ha! Whoops! *falls down*
Smiths: *jump on Neo* DOGPILE!
Neo: a la Mr. Bill Oh nooooooooooo!!!!!
Smith: It is inevitable, Mister Anderson.......
Neo: What is?
Smith: *shrugs* Search me.
Random Smith: *fart*
*Smiths go flying everywhere*
Neo: *flies away*
Extra Smiths: *crack necks and wander off to who knows where- probably to go sit in a bar for hours until needed again*
Smith: *holding nose* Get back here you coward!
Lupe: You're the coward, Smith! You're the one who needed 100 of yourself to fight, and you still lost! Ha ha!
Smith: Um..... er....... END OF CHAPTER! *kicks Lupe ofscreen*
Lupe: This seems to be happening an awful lot......
Smith: I said, END OF CHAPTER!
Lupe: Okay, okay, sheesh! Jeez.....
~*~
Okay, that's all I've got for now. Reviewers can have more food, even if they're flamers. I appreciate flames, they keep my ego from inflating.