The Second Meeting of Murderers' Anonymous

Doc Saydee: Welcome back, everyone! I hope you all had a nice weekend.

Freddy: Oh, I did, took out three more dumb teens. Heh heh heh

Doc Saydee: -flat look- I can see you've made little improvement.

Morpheus stumbles in clumsily-

Morpheus: Oh man, I am still feeling that last whisky…

Samara: Lousy drunk…

Freddy and Kikyo: Stupid Bitch.

Sam: Whoa, that was beyond creepy.

Doc Saydee: Ok, lets go around the room and talk about our weekends. Mr. Wulfe, let's start with you.

Sam: Well, er…it was a full moon and I sorta lost it and shredded some teenage punks…

Freddy: Yea, go furball! -Slaps him on the back with his clawed hand-

Sam: Oww…I think I'm bleeding…

Samara: That kill doesn't even count; he didn't mean to do it!

Kikyo: Oh, and how many people have you killed, this weekend?

Samara: Probably way more then you.

Kikyo: Well I had a good weekend. Stole back a nice hunk of the jewel and scared the shit out of Kagome. - Plus I managed to collect five more souls.

Freddy: Hey, you collect souls, too?

Sam: You guys are just being creepy today…

Samara: And they aren't every day?

Kikyo: -nails her with another arrow-

Doc Saydee: Can't we stay on subject, people? Captain Jack, you've been quiet, tell I us about your weekend.

Capt Jack: Well; I stole seven gallons of rum, got drunk, went to some cabin, dot drunk, waited until ten o'clock (whilst getting drunk) and then watched some bloody video. But now I keep getting these bloody phone calls! Something about seven days…

Samara: -smug look-

Sam: You are pathetic. He was DRUNK for crying out loud!

Samara: -sticks out tongue-

Jason staggers in. He's covered in arrows and four-lined slash marks-

Doc Saydee: Goodness Mr. Voorhees! What in the world happened to you!

Kikyo and Freddy: -whistle innocently-

Sam: -flat look- Seems like he overslept to me.

Samara: Aren't you the comedian.

Jason: -shrugs- -takes seat-

Doc Saydee: hmm…anyway, lets continue.

Morpheus opens a bottle of Bacardi-

Doc Saydee: Please, Mr. Morpheus, not here!

Capt Jack: -snags bottle- Hey, I'm not supposed to be here anyway. -Drinks it-

Morpheus: HEY! -Gets out his futuristic gun-

Capt Jack: -finishes the bottle, then takes out his own pistol-

Freddy: I got ten bucks on the pirate.

Doc Saydee: No, No, NO! There will be no shooting or betting in this room!

Everyone: Awwwwww.

Freddy: -clicks claws- you continue to bother me, bitch.

Doc Saydee: All right, I'll see you all next week!