CircleHard presents:
Final Idiotsy 7
By Dark Shadow Raider
Air: What's an Idiotsy?
Tarot: Shut up.
Our story begins as an idiot with a board sits in a train next to an obese Freak.
Tarot: Hey!!! I'm not obese! It's all muscle.
Air: Right...
Tarot: Remember, once we enter the Playdoh Reactor, Air will place the bomb, Jenny and Big will decipher the codes, and the rest of will get paid even though we just run- HEY DSR! YOU GOT THE WRONG CHAPTER, MORON!!!
DSR: Sorry...
Please wait... PLease wait... PLEase wait... PLEAse wait... PLEASe wait...
Tarot: If I can't use chloroform... I'M DOOMED!!! Wait a minute, maybe I can use...............CHLOROFORM!!!! I'm a genius.
Tiara: Tarot, repeat after me. You. Are. Out. Of. Chloroform.
Tarot: But, without Chloroform... I'm powerless!
Air: No you aren't. You dealt the final blow on-
Tarot: Airhead once struck the final blow! If Airhead can do it, a snake could! I'm as powerful as a snake!!! A Snake!
Air: I give up.
Grim Raper: Umm, when do I go in?
DSR: Oh yeah, we won't need you for a while.
Raper: WHAT??!! Good BYE!
DSR: Air, why aren't you doing the ACRONYM joke anymore?
Air: Does that stand for A Cruel Red Onion Needs Young Monkeys?
DSR: God, why do you hate me?
Powerful Voice: You stole that kid's BB gun when you were- Umm............ Meow... Meow... Purrrrrrrrrrr......
DSR: OK...
A fourth reaper appears, but this one has acne on a human head, sandles, and a torn cloak.
Reaper: (pathetically) Hi, I'm Chris. The 3rd runner up reaper. Fear Me.
Air: Umm, this running joke is getting out of hand.
Chris: (Pathetically) I'll let you go to the next room if you play pictionary with me. Nobody ever does play with me. I wonder why. Will You.
Tarot: Sure.
Chris: (Pathetically) Let's start. The topless woman can be on my team.
Tiara: No Way, Loser.
Chris: (Pathetically) Ok, I'll be with Air.
Note: This pictionary game is interactive to the extent that Fan Fiction dot net allows! I'll put what the characters draw in ASCII form, and you
can guess what they are!!! Not in a review or e-mail, but in your mind,
then scroll down to see if you're right. Sorry to get your hopes up.
Tiara: I'll go first. *Draws a card* This is easy!!! *Draws the following*
_________
\ .............. /
\ ............ /
\ ........ /
\ ... /
\ ./
/\
/....\
/........\
/............\
/_______\
Tarot: An Hourglass!
Tiara: Yep.
Chris: (pathetically) Our Turn. *Pulls a card and draws the following*
000 ........000
00000 ... 00000
0000000.0000000
|..............|
Air: RICHARD NIXON!!!!
Chris: (pathetically) Nope.
Air: A Lava Lamp!
Chris: (pathetically) One more guess...
Air: A grove? I don't know...
Chris: (pathetically) Yep.
Tarot: Ok. *Pulls a card and draws the following*
-------- -----------------______
\ / |__| \
\___/ \
Tiara: Man, you suck. Umm, a train?
Tarot: No.
Tiara: A profile of Mannhatten?
Tarot: No.
Tiara: Gosh, you suck!
Tarot: I know. *Starts crying*
Tiara: Umm, a street car?
Tarot: I'm sorry! *Cries* I was voted "least likely to become an artist" in high school.
Tiara: You went to high school?
Tarot: It's that worm thing from "The Abyss"
Tiara: Well, I guess that if you squint........ and unfocus your eyes......... it sort of looks like......... a member of the republican party.
Tarot: Oh, my life is a failure! I'm as powerful as a snake, I'm out of Chloroform, and I can't draw!!!
Chris: (pathetically) This is annoying. Later Homies. And Downie.
Chris walks off.
Air: Let's go.
Tarot: You want me to just forget abot me being as talented and strong as a snake??!!
Air: That's not a nice thing to say.
Tiara: Yeah, snakes have feelings too you know. Where do you get off insulting them?
Powerful Voice: The topless chick is right. Where do you get- Uhh...... Meow..... Meow Meow........ Purrrr...
They go into the next room, a library. Near the wall is a man sorting paper. They go up to him.
Air: Who are you?
Guy: I'm Simon Cowell, AKA Mayor Pizza Hut. If you can guess my password, you may pass.
Tiara: Do you know how stupid that name is?
Pizza Hut/ Simon: Do you know that you'r supposd to wear a dress? Are you some kind of hippie that is too stupid to feel a draft? If so, congrats! You're smart enough to teach a baby pig how to eat, and nothing more.
Air: What's the password?
Simon: I'm not telling.
Air: Is it Salami?
Simon: NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm Melting! I'm Melting! I can't think of a sarcastic comment!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooo!!!!!
They run into the next room...
Air: Cool *Runs to the center* A model of Mildew!
Sure enough, he stands infront of a model of the city.
Tiara: Cool.
Tarot: Wow, a model. How exiting.
Tiara: Calm down Grumperella.
Grumper- I mean Tarot: Now you're treating me like I'm a girl??!!
Tiara: Don't insult us! Jerk!
Air: Hey, the spitwad building! *Points to center of model* Die Building!
Air takes the top off the Spitwad Building and sees a room with a miniature Air, Mini Tarot, Mini Tiara, and a model with the roof off inside the building in the model.
Air: Wow!
Mini Air: Wow!
Mini Mini Air (Inside mini model): Wow!
Etc... Etc...
Air looks up and sees a giant Air looking at a Giant Giant Air looking at a Giant Giant Giant Air, Etc...
Air: Shit!
Giant Air: Shit!
Mini Air: Shit!
Giant Giant Air: Shit!
Mini Mini Air: Shit!
Etc... Etc...
Air waves his hand up and down while looking at a giant Air waving his hand up and down while looking at a bigger Air waving his hand up and down while looking at a bigger Air waving his hand up and down while looking at a bigger Air waving his hand up and down while looking at a bigger Air waving his hand up and down while looking at a bigger Air and so on.
Air: *slowly puts the roof back on* AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! *Runs into next room*
Final Idiotsy 7
By Dark Shadow Raider
Air: What's an Idiotsy?
Tarot: Shut up.
Our story begins as an idiot with a board sits in a train next to an obese Freak.
Tarot: Hey!!! I'm not obese! It's all muscle.
Air: Right...
Tarot: Remember, once we enter the Playdoh Reactor, Air will place the bomb, Jenny and Big will decipher the codes, and the rest of will get paid even though we just run- HEY DSR! YOU GOT THE WRONG CHAPTER, MORON!!!
DSR: Sorry...
Please wait... PLease wait... PLEase wait... PLEAse wait... PLEASe wait...
Tarot: If I can't use chloroform... I'M DOOMED!!! Wait a minute, maybe I can use...............CHLOROFORM!!!! I'm a genius.
Tiara: Tarot, repeat after me. You. Are. Out. Of. Chloroform.
Tarot: But, without Chloroform... I'm powerless!
Air: No you aren't. You dealt the final blow on-
Tarot: Airhead once struck the final blow! If Airhead can do it, a snake could! I'm as powerful as a snake!!! A Snake!
Air: I give up.
Grim Raper: Umm, when do I go in?
DSR: Oh yeah, we won't need you for a while.
Raper: WHAT??!! Good BYE!
DSR: Air, why aren't you doing the ACRONYM joke anymore?
Air: Does that stand for A Cruel Red Onion Needs Young Monkeys?
DSR: God, why do you hate me?
Powerful Voice: You stole that kid's BB gun when you were- Umm............ Meow... Meow... Purrrrrrrrrrr......
DSR: OK...
A fourth reaper appears, but this one has acne on a human head, sandles, and a torn cloak.
Reaper: (pathetically) Hi, I'm Chris. The 3rd runner up reaper. Fear Me.
Air: Umm, this running joke is getting out of hand.
Chris: (Pathetically) I'll let you go to the next room if you play pictionary with me. Nobody ever does play with me. I wonder why. Will You.
Tarot: Sure.
Chris: (Pathetically) Let's start. The topless woman can be on my team.
Tiara: No Way, Loser.
Chris: (Pathetically) Ok, I'll be with Air.
Note: This pictionary game is interactive to the extent that Fan Fiction dot net allows! I'll put what the characters draw in ASCII form, and you
can guess what they are!!! Not in a review or e-mail, but in your mind,
then scroll down to see if you're right. Sorry to get your hopes up.
Tiara: I'll go first. *Draws a card* This is easy!!! *Draws the following*
_________
\ .............. /
\ ............ /
\ ........ /
\ ... /
\ ./
/\
/....\
/........\
/............\
/_______\
Tarot: An Hourglass!
Tiara: Yep.
Chris: (pathetically) Our Turn. *Pulls a card and draws the following*
000 ........000
00000 ... 00000
0000000.0000000
|..............|
Air: RICHARD NIXON!!!!
Chris: (pathetically) Nope.
Air: A Lava Lamp!
Chris: (pathetically) One more guess...
Air: A grove? I don't know...
Chris: (pathetically) Yep.
Tarot: Ok. *Pulls a card and draws the following*
-------- -----------------______
\ / |__| \
\___/ \
Tiara: Man, you suck. Umm, a train?
Tarot: No.
Tiara: A profile of Mannhatten?
Tarot: No.
Tiara: Gosh, you suck!
Tarot: I know. *Starts crying*
Tiara: Umm, a street car?
Tarot: I'm sorry! *Cries* I was voted "least likely to become an artist" in high school.
Tiara: You went to high school?
Tarot: It's that worm thing from "The Abyss"
Tiara: Well, I guess that if you squint........ and unfocus your eyes......... it sort of looks like......... a member of the republican party.
Tarot: Oh, my life is a failure! I'm as powerful as a snake, I'm out of Chloroform, and I can't draw!!!
Chris: (pathetically) This is annoying. Later Homies. And Downie.
Chris walks off.
Air: Let's go.
Tarot: You want me to just forget abot me being as talented and strong as a snake??!!
Air: That's not a nice thing to say.
Tiara: Yeah, snakes have feelings too you know. Where do you get off insulting them?
Powerful Voice: The topless chick is right. Where do you get- Uhh...... Meow..... Meow Meow........ Purrrr...
They go into the next room, a library. Near the wall is a man sorting paper. They go up to him.
Air: Who are you?
Guy: I'm Simon Cowell, AKA Mayor Pizza Hut. If you can guess my password, you may pass.
Tiara: Do you know how stupid that name is?
Pizza Hut/ Simon: Do you know that you'r supposd to wear a dress? Are you some kind of hippie that is too stupid to feel a draft? If so, congrats! You're smart enough to teach a baby pig how to eat, and nothing more.
Air: What's the password?
Simon: I'm not telling.
Air: Is it Salami?
Simon: NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm Melting! I'm Melting! I can't think of a sarcastic comment!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooo!!!!!
They run into the next room...
Air: Cool *Runs to the center* A model of Mildew!
Sure enough, he stands infront of a model of the city.
Tiara: Cool.
Tarot: Wow, a model. How exiting.
Tiara: Calm down Grumperella.
Grumper- I mean Tarot: Now you're treating me like I'm a girl??!!
Tiara: Don't insult us! Jerk!
Air: Hey, the spitwad building! *Points to center of model* Die Building!
Air takes the top off the Spitwad Building and sees a room with a miniature Air, Mini Tarot, Mini Tiara, and a model with the roof off inside the building in the model.
Air: Wow!
Mini Air: Wow!
Mini Mini Air (Inside mini model): Wow!
Etc... Etc...
Air looks up and sees a giant Air looking at a Giant Giant Air looking at a Giant Giant Giant Air, Etc...
Air: Shit!
Giant Air: Shit!
Mini Air: Shit!
Giant Giant Air: Shit!
Mini Mini Air: Shit!
Etc... Etc...
Air waves his hand up and down while looking at a giant Air waving his hand up and down while looking at a bigger Air waving his hand up and down while looking at a bigger Air waving his hand up and down while looking at a bigger Air waving his hand up and down while looking at a bigger Air waving his hand up and down while looking at a bigger Air and so on.
Air: *slowly puts the roof back on* AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! *Runs into next room*
