Chapter Nine: I Don't Wanna Be a Servi

Song Source: Minority by Green Day.

AN: Hello all my little readers! Sry its been so long, we had to get our computer fixed, henceforth, no computers, henceforth again, no updates. Me sorry : (

Anyways, vive le karaoke!

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Within moments of super-dreamy Kyle's arrival, his posse followed close behind. Obie, Berto, and Samuel walked in a straight horizontal line, leaning back and complete with theme music as they gracefully entered the crappy karaoke land.

"Yo." They all said at once.

The main guy DOTM Characters looked at them in shock.

"They seem to be completely devoid of personality!" Cried out Michael, aghast.

"Yes! Like cardboard cutouts!" Responded Derek.

And the exact same moment, all four of them flipped their hair, "What are you talking about?" They asked in robotic voices.

Catty didn't seem to mind their overall creepiness as she clung to Kyle like a hobo on a ham sandwich, "Can you like totally tell me again how you defeated my father, who I should love or at least respect, but don't really care about considering your butt looks so great in those tight pants?"

Chris was silent, his mouth open wide like a fish out of water as he frantically gestured to himself back to Kyle, "You dumped me for this?!" he finally managed to gasp.

Catty shrugged, "You must admit he has a very cute tush."

Chris almost seemed to study Kyle's derrière, but then quickly shook his head, "My butt is so much better!" He huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Suddenly, very irritably recognizable bass riffs from Sir Mix-A-Lot's "Big Butts" song filtered through the air.

Stanton, seeing the opportunity to take action, quickly leapt out of seat and pulled the plug for the sound system, "Oh no we don't." He wiped off sweat from his forehead, "That is one song no one is singing for karaoke!"

Nym rose impatiently from her seat, "Are we gonna get some songs going?" She demanded

"We'd like to sing!" all four of the copy-cat clones said at once.

Nym rolled her eyes, "Not likely. In case you've forgotten, this is a Daughter of the Moon fanfic, and quite simply, there is no room for you four idiots to sing a song."

"We'll leave if you let us sing!" They all protested.

"Done deal." Nym said quickly, sitting back in her seat.

The four approached the stage at exactly the same moment. SOTD #1, or Kyle, tapped the microphone, which shot painful waves of staticy crapola all over the area.

"OWIE!" Cried Tianna.

SOTD #2, or Obie, took the mike. "Check. Check. Check. Check check. Check check check check check check checkity check check. Checkarooski, checkakaung. Checkers, check-"

Everyone in room: STOP!

Obie lowered his head in despair and handed it off to another SOTD, Berto.

"Hey chicas, and non-chicas!" he said in Spanish....kind of, "We're gonna be singing "I don't wannabe a Servi!"

"Cuz we don't!" Said Samuel, pouting his lips.

Suddenly, California skate music pounded through the room.

Kyle: I don't wannabe a stupid Servi

And I want my own authority

Down with immortal rivalry

Cuz I don't wannabe a stupid Servi!

Berto: I'm stopping my allegiance

To the Netherworld.

Tired of being treated like a dog, and want a friggin bone!

Annoyed with being pulled around

And having to do what we're told

Without a doubt, I'm throwing myself out, but slavery's all I know!

Kyle: 'cuz I don't wannabe a stupid Servi

And I want my own authority

Down with immortal rivalry

Cuz I don't wannabe a stupid Servi!

Obie: I tried to step outta line-

And make my rebel music heard,

I used my runes fine,

But my aunt was kinda low,

So it was almost back to Servi-

The only way I know!

But-

Kyle: I don't wannabe a stupid Servi

And I want my own authority

Down with immortal rivalry

Cuz i don't wannabe a stupid Servi!

Samuel: The light

In my mind

Was flashing in the dark

Blinded by my stupidness, and my slave-broken heart!

ALL DOTM GIRLS: Aw.....

ALL DOTM GUYS: Oh no! Not them too!

Chris: I know, I already lost Catty to their boyish charms!

Samuel: I began to cry and pee!

I ran away, but then I got too proud

The regulators were tall, and I was small

I barely fought their might!

But-

Kyle: I don't wannabe a stupid Servi

And I want my own authority

Down with Immortal rivalry

Cuz I don't wannabe a stupid Servi!

Suddenly, Chris broke onto the stage and savagely ripped the Microphone away from Kyle! Oh! The scandal!

Chris: They broke my heart

And cut out my part!

I'm no longer in the books,

Cuz she fell for his looks!

For crying out loud-

This Kyle guy annoys me

He's over-used, and I'm abused

I want my friggin re-write!

Kyle quickly ran over to Chris, punched him in the nose and took the microphone back

Kyle: He's just mad cuz he's not me!

He's all alone and I've got Catty!

And now I'm free from being a Servi!

And he's not even cool enough for MTV!

Kyle, Berto, Samuel, and Obie:

I don't wannabe a stupid Servi

And I want my own authority

Down with Immortal rivalry

Cuz I don't wannabe a stupid Servi.

They finished with a dance ensemble that eerily resembled that of the Backstreet Boys. When the music stopped, the four simultaneously threw their arms up in the air.

SOTD GUYS: We're hardcore!

There was a silence that filled the room, and only Catty seemed to be really cheering the quite unimaginative performance.

"What'd you think?" Asked Obie, raising an eyebrow.

"LEAVE!" Commanded Nym, slightly perturbed.

"No one respects an artist!" Mumbled Samuel as they made their way out of the karaoke bar.

"Hey! That's my line!" Protested Lambert, but not one really seemed to care.

Nym slumped down in her chair and swallowed a rather large amount of aspirin, "Give me strength." She muttered to the ceiling, "Who's going to sing next?"

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Indeed, who is next? Hehe, lemme tell you, its gonna be fun : )

Sry, I don't have time for review responses at the moment, but thanks to all the readers and reviewers!