Wow, this is possibly the most fucked up chapter in the history of…ever. Shout outs:

Digi: Of course your in the fic, silly. Your kewl!

Linnsey003: Yes Linnsey, I have bad grammer, glad I made you laugh though!

Inu-haynou/raven: Wow. I have nothing to say to you. But thanks.

Noel: Hey Noel! I know, I wish you could be back with me to help me write the story again too. Miss you, but I'm glad you like it.

Disclaimer: Bright Eyes: he's cute. But he cant sing to save his life.

NOEL: Hey Razz, who is this guy? –points to Chris-

RAZZ: Chris? This is Chris. And Chris is his name. And his name shall be Chris and Chris shall keep the name Chris forever because it is his name and his name is Chris. Chris being the name which is Chris's and-

CHRS-slaps hand over Razz's mouth- Hi! My name is Chris. I'm 15 years old. I am a psyco pyro. And I sell Kalua and believe that you have never lived unless your blood alchohol level isn't constantly above the limit. I'm Razz's friend. Oh, and if you didn't realize it before now, I can control the wind.

NOEL: Oh. Where's Johnny?

DEPP: Um, who are you again?

NOEL-drools-

CHRIS-hands Razz a bottle of Kalua- So what's going on now?

RAZZ: I don't know. I'm out of ideas.

EVERYBODY-stops what their doing and stares at Razz-

RAZZ: What? I'm sick! As in "I think I need to go talk to Ralph on the big white phone" sick!

EVERYBODY: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

CYBORG-is suddenly up in your face staring at you- THAT'S RIGHT FOLKS! RAZZ SICK! AND SHE'S OUT OF IDEAS! THE SKY HAS TURNED AN UNHEALTHY SHADE OF PURPLE AND IS FALLING; DRACULA JUST ORDERED A GARLIC PIZZA; THE LOCH NESS MONSTER AND BIGFOOT HAVE TEAMED UP WITH THE SIX TOED MARYILIN MONROE AND HER ARMY OF RADIO-ACTIVE SQUIRRLS TO TAKE OVER LUKE SKYWALKER AND JIM CAREY'S TV SET! YODA IS NOW TALKING LIKE A NORMAL PERSON AND THE YETI IS CURRENTLY IN NEWPORT TRYING ON SHOES! MCDONALD'S IS GOING OUT OF BUISNESS AND JAPAN IS BEING EATEN BY A VERY HUNGERY SEAMONSTER. GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEAD PEOPLE! THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS 'TUSEDAY' AND NORTH DAKOTA IS A MYTH! 'BLUE' IS NOT A COLOR IT IS A VERB AND IF YOU PUT AN ACTIVE GRINADE DOWN YOUR PANTS THEN IT WILL TURN INTO A PINATA AND YOU HIT WITH YOUR BROTHERS PINA COLATA CANDY CANE! APPERNTLY THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS 'FEET' 'PENCILS' OR 'A HARE'! AND DOES ANYONE REALLY CARE IF TUESDAY IS NOW THE MOST FUN DAY OF THE WEEK ACCORDING TO DANATOS? TUESDAY DOESN'T EVEN EXSIST! WE HAVE AGREED THAT DECAPITATING SOMEONE WITH A SHOVEL SOUNDS LIKE FUN AND -takes a gasp for breath, ignoring the frightened stares from everyone else, especially the author is contemplating what the fuck she is typing- DOES ANYONE ELSE THINK THAT DIET CHERRY VANILLA DOCTOR PEPPER IS TO LONG OF A POP NAME? POODLES ARE EVIL AND SHOULD BE WIPED OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH WITH TOILET PAPER; TERRA IS A STUPID FUCKIN BITCH WHO'S LIFES AMBITION IS TO BREAK BB'S HEART AS MANY TIMES AS SHE CAN IN ONE BREATH!

TERRA: Hey!

CYBORG: POPCORN AND POLYESTER IS AS GOOD AS ANY CHEESEBURGER AND WHEN YOU MIX KALUA WITH VODKA WHAT DO YOU GET? IF AN ORANGE IS ORANGE WHY ISN'T AN APPLE RED? THERE IS NO EGG IN EGGPLANT NOR HAM IN HAMBURGER; NEITHER APPLE NOR PINE IN PINEAPPLE. ENGLISH MUFFINS WEREN'T INVENTED IN ENGLAND OR FRENCH FRIES IN FRANCE. SWEETMEATS ARE CANDIES WHILE SWEETBREADS, WHICH AREN'T SWEET, ARE MEATS. QUICKSAND WORKS SLOWLY, BOXING RINGS ARE SQUARE AND A GUINEA PIG IS NEITHER FROM GUINEA NOR IS IT A PIG. AND WHY IS IT THAT WRITERS WRITE BUT FINGERS DON'T FING, GROCERS DON'T GROCE AND HAMMERS DON'T HAM?

IF THE PLURAL OF TOOTH IS TEETH, WHY ISN'T THE PLURAL OF BOOTH BEETH? ONE GOOSE, TWO GEESE. SO ONE MOOSE, TWO MEESE? IF YOU HAVE A BUNCH OF ODDS AND ENDS AND GET RID OF ALL BUT ONE OF THEM, WHAT DO YOU CALL IT? IS IT AN ODD, OR AN END?
IF TEACHERS TAUGHT, WHY DIDN'T PREACHERS PRAUGHT? IF A VEGETARIAN EATS VEGETABLES, WHAT DOES A HUMANITARIAN EAT? IN WHAT LANGUAGE DO PEOPLE RECITE AT A PLAY AND PLAY AT A RECITAL? SHIP BY TRUCK AND SEND CARGO BY SHIP?
HAVE NOSES THAT RUN AND FEET THAT SMELL?
HOW CAN A SLIM CHANCE AND A FAT CHANCE BE THE SAME, WHILE A WISE MAN AND A WISE GUY ARE OPPOSITES?
YOU HAVE TO MARVEL AT THE UNIQUE LUNACY OF A LANGUAGE IN WHICH YOUR HOUSE CAN BURN UP AS IT BURNS DOWN, IN WHICH YOU FILL IN A FORM BY FILLING IT OUT, AND IN WHICH, AN ALARM GOES OFF BY GOING ON.

OUR ENGLISH LANGUAGE WAS INVENTED BY PEOPLE, NOT COMPUTERS! AND IT REFLECTS THE CREATIVITY OF THE HUMAN RACE, WHICH, OF COURSE, IS NOT A RACE AT ALL. THAT IS WHY, WHEN THE STARS ARE OUT, THEY ARE VISIBLE, BUT WHEN THE LIGHTS ARE OUT, THEY ARE INVISIBLE.

BB-shakily- is he done?

CHRIS-anime like: eyes bugged out, looks REALLY scared, he takes a swig of kalua- Wow, Razz, I've never seen this side of you before.

RAZZ-even more scared- Me neither.

NOEL: She did all that without me. Whoa

CYBORG: PS- WHY DOESN'T BUICK RHYME WITH QUICK? WHY DO WE PARK IN THE DRIVEWAY AND DRIVE ON THE PARKWAY?

NOEL: Well, glad this chapter is over. Tune in next time, we'll have a guest- Linnsey! REVIEW NOW OR I SHALL SMACK YOU WITH MY CLUB!

REVIEW

RAZZ: I didn't even know I could do something that fucked up. OH WELL! REVIEW!

There is nothing to say to this.