Freedra: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. SOMEONE stole my notebook. looks annoyed at Kevin
Kevin: looks at me and then tries to steal my notebook again.
Freedra: KNOCK IT OFF, YOU LITTLE GREASE MONKEY!!!!!
Anyways, for those of you who've recently joined us, we are currently in Russia.
Ian is now sitting in the waiting room, which, for the record, is barred and locked so he can't get out.
Blackie, who, for the record is kinda like a receptionist, goes in and tells him, "Ian....?" She looks everywhere except down and he sneaks out and manages to get caught by my security guards, who promptly escort him to my stage where the show begins.....
And three....two....one.......
"Know your stars..............Know your stars..............Know your stars....................Know your....Stars!"
"Ian.....Something Russian........He's a renagade Christmas Elf."
"No, that's not right, there's no such thing as Christmas Elves."
"That's what you think.......Ian Something Russian............He needs a nose job."
"My nose isn't big!"
"I never said that.... Ian Something Russian.........He's a parasite."
"What? I am not.....I'm a person."
"Or so you're told?"
"What!?"
"Ian Something Russian.......Wants to grow up to be a light bulb."
"Who wants to do that? I actually want to grow up to be a.....veteranarian."
All of a sudden, there is a wave of several different laughters going at once over the mic.
"What? I think it could be very respectable."
"Ian Something Russian.....He still can't tell time."
"Yes I can, and it's time for you to go to the asylum."
"And now you know Ian Something Russian."
"No they don't!"