Disclaimer: I do not own ALIAS or South Park
Vaughn sat slumped against the chair in the plane. He and Weiss were heading back to Los Angeles, victorious, with the disc in their position, but... it just wasn't what he wanted.
"Why must you CONSTANTLY be a 100% bonafide manic depressant?" Weiss asked.
"Excuse me? A bonafide manic depressant? Have you taken a page out of that stupid Brit's book?" Vaughn questioned.
"By 'stupid Brit,' do you mean Sark or Lauren? Because, you know that Catherine is Russian." Weiss replied.
"I didn't know that." Vaughn muttered, slumping farther down in his seat.
"Besides, I highly doubt that Catherine calls Sark, or Lauren, a bonafide manic depressant... more like a bonafide idiot, or a bonafide numbskull, or a bonafide moron, or a bona..." Weiss hypothesized.
"OK! I get the picture! And Lauren isn't dumb!" Vaughn defended.
"Nope, I suppose not. Just you, then..." Weiss teased.
"Shut... the... monkey... behind... up." Vaughn ordered,
"How long did it take you to come up with THAT?" Weiss asked.
"Not as long as it took me to do your momma!" Vaughn snapped.
"That is so inappropriate. You are most defiantly going to get jumped." Weiss replied.
"And what you just did... was really, 100%, bonafide..." Vaughn's voice became a whisper, "gay."
"And what you just did... was really, 100%, bonafide..." Weiss mocked, "dim- witted"
"Cut the malarkey!" Vaughn ordered.
"Oh, cut the phony 'I'm-better-than-you-because-I'm-blonde' act. It doesn't work for Sark, AND IT WON'T WORK FOR YOU!!" Weiss exclaimed.
People had begun to stare. "They must be a couple!" One woman remarked to her husband.
"Let's get off this ship!" Vaughn hissed, getting up from his seat.
"Ship? We're in a mother flipping plane!" Weiss exclaimed.
The same woman from early snapped at Weiss, "Watch your language, there are children on board!"
"I'm sure they watch South Park like every other child in America." Weiss muttered.
At that, half of the children on the plane shouted, "TIMMAH!"
"Told you" Weiss sung, beginning to try to catch up to Vaughn.
Vaughn sat slumped against the chair in the plane. He and Weiss were heading back to Los Angeles, victorious, with the disc in their position, but... it just wasn't what he wanted.
"Why must you CONSTANTLY be a 100% bonafide manic depressant?" Weiss asked.
"Excuse me? A bonafide manic depressant? Have you taken a page out of that stupid Brit's book?" Vaughn questioned.
"By 'stupid Brit,' do you mean Sark or Lauren? Because, you know that Catherine is Russian." Weiss replied.
"I didn't know that." Vaughn muttered, slumping farther down in his seat.
"Besides, I highly doubt that Catherine calls Sark, or Lauren, a bonafide manic depressant... more like a bonafide idiot, or a bonafide numbskull, or a bonafide moron, or a bona..." Weiss hypothesized.
"OK! I get the picture! And Lauren isn't dumb!" Vaughn defended.
"Nope, I suppose not. Just you, then..." Weiss teased.
"Shut... the... monkey... behind... up." Vaughn ordered,
"How long did it take you to come up with THAT?" Weiss asked.
"Not as long as it took me to do your momma!" Vaughn snapped.
"That is so inappropriate. You are most defiantly going to get jumped." Weiss replied.
"And what you just did... was really, 100%, bonafide..." Vaughn's voice became a whisper, "gay."
"And what you just did... was really, 100%, bonafide..." Weiss mocked, "dim- witted"
"Cut the malarkey!" Vaughn ordered.
"Oh, cut the phony 'I'm-better-than-you-because-I'm-blonde' act. It doesn't work for Sark, AND IT WON'T WORK FOR YOU!!" Weiss exclaimed.
People had begun to stare. "They must be a couple!" One woman remarked to her husband.
"Let's get off this ship!" Vaughn hissed, getting up from his seat.
"Ship? We're in a mother flipping plane!" Weiss exclaimed.
The same woman from early snapped at Weiss, "Watch your language, there are children on board!"
"I'm sure they watch South Park like every other child in America." Weiss muttered.
At that, half of the children on the plane shouted, "TIMMAH!"
"Told you" Weiss sung, beginning to try to catch up to Vaughn.