This is what happens when I get together with my evil family, In case you're wondering where I get my warped mind it's genetic...er...generic um...geriatric...NEVER MIND!
Chapter 2 Or at least the third chapter posted as chapter 2. Well, you get the idea anyway.
Or...since I'm in a particularly evil mood, I may just fast forward to chapters 4, 5 and 6 and make you wait 20 years for chapters 1,2 and 3 all over again.
Except this time the characters will really suck.
One of them may just happen to don a perennially out of fashion purple and red striped scarf (but I'm unclear about the color, really, for I am rather color blind. At least for the purposes of this fic. Or should I call it an "Ick"). If you hate me for it, call someone who cares. I think the phone booth is open.
A Tribble for you troubles, you say? Don't Kling-On to the past. I-hura that the king is dead. It's OK, he will be back. You know, just like Mary Sue and Jason and Freddie. They never go very far.
Where do they go? Cleveland? Maybe they are visiting relatives. It's not true opposites attract. I'm sure that there is a Mary Sue compound somewhere. Like souls tend to congregate. They probably have conventions. I'm not sure though; that's just a rumor.
How blasphemous of me! Mocking the Holy Trinity! I am just playing the Devil's Advocate, after all. O say Keanu see...
Oracle Schmoracle. I can bake cookies. I call them Ma-Triskits.
If the prior three were the Holy Trinity, then my Ma-Triskits would be those little tasteless wafer thingies. Got Whine? And if that is the case, Token would be the, er...token testament?
Is Mary Sue's last name Keebler? Just wondering...
Parsley, sage, rosemary and...what? Aragon? Can you put that on a roast? (Ahhhhhh-herrr-ahhhh...uh. I carack myself up!)
An Orc is an Orc, of course, of course! But no one can talk to an Orc of course unless he's Mr. Scary Wizzard Guy. New type: the bad guy you can't remember who always has really bad hair. Boo!
Oh I digress..What about poor little Miss Mary Sue Keebler? We shant forget her. Even if we try. But we can forget that precocious little schmuck with the big round eyeglasses. God, he's annoying. He's on my short list of those I'd like to bitch-slap before I die. Did I say that out loud?
Ok kids and cohorts, here's for the finale. But alas, I apologize. I can't honestly remember how this dreck ends. I fell asleep. When I woke up, the credit were rolling. The good news is, the Director's second cousin's former roommate got an honorable mention as the gaffer's gopher.
So, the saga ends and the light come up.
My credits include, Tessabe: The Magnificent...and my two real life evil muses: the Sinister Sister Canibal Kisster and the Malevolent Madre who can't stand the Padre.
Thus, this real life trinity bodes you... That's it. I'm all outta stuff. No more goodies for you, Kiddie Koodle. It's time for your bedtime anyway. Now off with your head! Don't let the bug beds get you! HAPPY SNAKKIN!
THE END.
