Hey, everyone! I'm back! Woo hoo! Here we go:
To my Reviewers:
LandUnderWave: Sorry it took me so long to update… I really am sorry, but I kept on putting it off and getting school projects and putting it off… I hope you aren't too mad at me… But I'll duck just in case ducks… I have heard of Banshee in the Kitchen, they're awesome!... or maybe that was Baby in the Kitchen… And Anonymous 4 rules! (who are they again?)
Amaya: Thanks for understanding!
Anonamous: Glad you enjoyed it.
And if I skipped anyone, kudos to them for reviewing too!
Chapter 8 Part 1: A Hair Fetish Arises (Maybe)
Writer: I'm back!
Alanna: So what? They've all ditched you by now…
Writer: Ah, but 12 of them can't ditch me because… dun dun dun… I'm on their author alert lists!
high-pitched screams
Alanna: Oooooo… so scary… NOT! They can just ignore those emails, you know.
Writer: Whatever… If we don't bring in other people and establish a plot, they aren't going to want to read this.
Alanna: Fine, but it's not like they can complain about 5 lines of dialogue, that… heaven forbid!... doesn't have anything to do with TP!
Writer: They can complain all they want… Hence the "Review" button…
Alanna: Pchaw!
Writer: Boy, that was OOC!
Alanna: Pfft!
Writer: You're just getting weird… Let's poof people in!
Everyone is poofed in.
Joren: I have a hair fetish!
Writer: No, no, no… You're supposed to build up to the fetish… We're working on the whole Rising Action thing here.
Neal: Actually, I believe that we are still in the Exposition…
Everyone: SHUT UP!
Writer: No, no, don't tell him to shut up. Neal, what were you saying about the Exposition?
Neal: Well, the Exposition is the part...
Kel: Get him!
Daine: Stuff his mouth!
Jon: Gag him!
Thayet: Here, use my royal petticoats…
Writer: I don't know if that's enough material to stopper up his whole mouth.
Owen: You're right, his mouth is huge!
Kel: Look who's talking.
Owen: Pfft!
Neal: MPH! MMMMM MMMM MMPH!
Numair: He's still making noise!
Daine: Here's a horse blanket!
Kel: Ew, that's gotta taste bad.
Neal: UUUUUUUUUUUU!
Owen: That's still noise!
Jon: Here's my doublet!
Numair: Take my robe!
Daine: But, honey, that's your black robe!
Numair: I don't care… Anything to shut him up!
Joren: Here's my loincloth!
Kel: No way! You have Wonder Woman underwear, too!
Joren: Huh? What? Looks down at underwear, which now have Wonder Woman on them Hey! These aren't mine!
Kel: Yes they are… We just saw you take them off your skinny white arse.
Joren: I swear they aren't mine!
Writer: Hehehehe. I love being the writer.
Kel: mildly interested look Joren, if they aren't yours then why are you wearing them?
Joren: blush meep…
Owen: Hey, everyone! Joren wears Wonder Woman undies!
Everyone: O.O crickets
Neal: spits out clothes Damn, that's just freaky!
Joren: They aren't mine!
Neal: Right… So what other habits do you have that we don't know about, Joren?
Kel: Yeah, give us the scoop… What's up in Jorey-land?
Joren: None of your damn business!
Neal: Oh, I think it's everyone's business now.
Writer: Why does that sound familiar?
Joren: Maybe you stole it from someone!
Writer: I did not!... I don't think I did anyway…
Joren: Ha! You all are pathetic. Saying whatever this blondie types on her little computer… PATHETIC!
Kel: You're saying it too…
Joren: Shut up!
Writer: I think Joren needs a time out.
Owen: Oo! I have an idea! I do, I do! Pick me, please pick me! I have a really good idea!
What is Owen's idea? Will the Writer ever get back to the hair fetish? And when is her birthday? Find out next time on Tortallan Court (Chapter 8 Part 2)!
