Welcome to another chapter of the story, I hope you enjoy the interviews. Torcher and I were trying to figure out which experiment to choose for the next chapter. So here it is, enjoy.
Disclaimer: Experiments go to their proper owner.
Chapter 8
We find the hosts of the show sitting on the couch, doing their normal thing. Mimic was reading the newspaper and Torcher was drinking his Pepsi. They still can't get a warning thing for the camera.
Mimic: Hey look, it's Fabio. (Shows the picture of Fabio on the newspaper)
Torcher: Yeah… Fabio the sex lord…
Mimic: (looks at the paper) Your not going to believe this…
Torcher: What?
Mimic: It actually says, "Sex lord".
Torcher: Let me see that! (Grabs the paper the looks to find the words "Sex lord" on it) ... No it doesn't!
Mimic: BUHAHAHAHAHAHAHahahhaaaa….
Torcher: Shut up!
Camera Guy: Guys, we're on.
Mimic: …There's a lawsuit…
Torcher: Now who's the moron!
Mimic: Shut up! (Looks at the camera) Welcome to another episode of "Interviewing the experiments: Fan Edition". You probably saw what happen the last episode.
Torcher: Lets not and say we did, you get the guest!
Mimic: Fine, I still think you should have stayed in the hospital. (Gets up and goes to the backstage)
Torcher: Whatever, the next guest is… (Takes out a flash card) is an experiment from the author EvilGenius565. She's a metamorphic type with an attitude problem… great. Please welcome experiment 3-3-3 aka Mystique.
Mimic comes back with an experiment beside him. She has a long tail and pointy ears, long silver claws, and what looks like hair on her head (Which actually is about a dozen antennae, all but two fall over). She has red eyes (cherry red, not blood red), her fur is every color and is constantly swirling (The colors Duke, the colors! XD). She sits in the guest chair and Mimic sits in the couch, Torcher is having a "WTF" look on his face.
Mimic: Welcome to the show Mystique.
Mystique: Thanks… what's wrong with your friend there?
Mimic: He's always like that.
Mystique: Oh
Torcher: Are you a Pill-popper?
Mystique: What?
Torcher: Am I popping pills?
Mystique: Are you implying something?
Torcher: What's with the swirly colors?
Mystique: You can thank Jumba for that, I'm a metamorph.
Torcher: That doesn't explain the colors.
Mystique: It's a genetic thing.
Torcher: Right….
Mimic: Ok, on to the real questions. What can you do?
Mystique: I can change my body parts into anything I want.
Torcher: (Too busy staring at the colors to think dirty thoughts) The colors…
Mimic: What are your interests?
Mystique: Well, I like women-
Torcher: Wait… You're a lesbian?
Mystique: Yeah, got a problem with that?
Torcher: Is there anyone your interested in?
Mystique: Well… there's this experiment… (Is blushing but it's very hard to tell.)
Mimic: 302?
Mystique: How did you know?
Mimic: Your Author told us.
Mystique: Oh…(thinking) Never could keep a secret…
Torcher: So tell me… Did you fondle her cupcakes?
This earned him a steel fist to the face, he was sent crashing into the wall with a huge smashing sound. A fat guy from the audience stands up for a second.
Fat guy: (in a NY accent) Smoke.
Torcher: Ow…
Mystique: Pervert!
Mimic: Don't mind him, he always asked that question.
Suddenly, the lights go off and there was some evil demonic laughter in the air. Then it stop just as suddenly and the lights go back on.
Mystique: …was that normal?
Mimic: (beep) no.
Mystique: Did you just beep?
Mimic: It's a swear filter, I'm meaning to fix the beeping into different words like "mother muffins" or something.
Mystique: Mother muffins?!
Torcher: (appears back on the couch) What happened?
Mimic: Something with darkness, demonic laughter, and mother muffins.
Torcher: Mother muffins?
Mimic: Later, interview now.
Torcher: Right…
Mystique: Anything else you like to know?
Torcher: Are you high?
WHAM!
Torcher is now twitching on the floor with a big bump on his head, Mystique had a mallet for an arm and it went back to normal.
Mystique: What a jerk!
Mimic: I think that'll do, thanks for being here.
Mystique: No problem, just make sure your friend doesn't ask stupid questions.
Mimic: I'll keep that in mind.
Mystique gets off the chair and walks out of the studio. Torcher finally regains conciseness and gets back up.
Torcher: Any calls while I was gone?
Mimic: No, we're about to go off the air.
Torcher: Oh, alrighty then… (Drinks his Pepsi)
Mimic: (looks at the camera) That's it for this episode, tune in next time to find out who we are going to interview next.
Fat guy: Smoke.
Torcher: Shut up!
Fat guy: Make me… smoke.
The camera guy turns off the camera due to extreme violence.
That's it for this chapter, tune in next time to find out what happens next.
Disclaimer: Experiments go to their proper owner.
Chapter 8
We find the hosts of the show sitting on the couch, doing their normal thing. Mimic was reading the newspaper and Torcher was drinking his Pepsi. They still can't get a warning thing for the camera.
Mimic: Hey look, it's Fabio. (Shows the picture of Fabio on the newspaper)
Torcher: Yeah… Fabio the sex lord…
Mimic: (looks at the paper) Your not going to believe this…
Torcher: What?
Mimic: It actually says, "Sex lord".
Torcher: Let me see that! (Grabs the paper the looks to find the words "Sex lord" on it) ... No it doesn't!
Mimic: BUHAHAHAHAHAHAHahahhaaaa….
Torcher: Shut up!
Camera Guy: Guys, we're on.
Mimic: …There's a lawsuit…
Torcher: Now who's the moron!
Mimic: Shut up! (Looks at the camera) Welcome to another episode of "Interviewing the experiments: Fan Edition". You probably saw what happen the last episode.
Torcher: Lets not and say we did, you get the guest!
Mimic: Fine, I still think you should have stayed in the hospital. (Gets up and goes to the backstage)
Torcher: Whatever, the next guest is… (Takes out a flash card) is an experiment from the author EvilGenius565. She's a metamorphic type with an attitude problem… great. Please welcome experiment 3-3-3 aka Mystique.
Mimic comes back with an experiment beside him. She has a long tail and pointy ears, long silver claws, and what looks like hair on her head (Which actually is about a dozen antennae, all but two fall over). She has red eyes (cherry red, not blood red), her fur is every color and is constantly swirling (The colors Duke, the colors! XD). She sits in the guest chair and Mimic sits in the couch, Torcher is having a "WTF" look on his face.
Mimic: Welcome to the show Mystique.
Mystique: Thanks… what's wrong with your friend there?
Mimic: He's always like that.
Mystique: Oh
Torcher: Are you a Pill-popper?
Mystique: What?
Torcher: Am I popping pills?
Mystique: Are you implying something?
Torcher: What's with the swirly colors?
Mystique: You can thank Jumba for that, I'm a metamorph.
Torcher: That doesn't explain the colors.
Mystique: It's a genetic thing.
Torcher: Right….
Mimic: Ok, on to the real questions. What can you do?
Mystique: I can change my body parts into anything I want.
Torcher: (Too busy staring at the colors to think dirty thoughts) The colors…
Mimic: What are your interests?
Mystique: Well, I like women-
Torcher: Wait… You're a lesbian?
Mystique: Yeah, got a problem with that?
Torcher: Is there anyone your interested in?
Mystique: Well… there's this experiment… (Is blushing but it's very hard to tell.)
Mimic: 302?
Mystique: How did you know?
Mimic: Your Author told us.
Mystique: Oh…(thinking) Never could keep a secret…
Torcher: So tell me… Did you fondle her cupcakes?
This earned him a steel fist to the face, he was sent crashing into the wall with a huge smashing sound. A fat guy from the audience stands up for a second.
Fat guy: (in a NY accent) Smoke.
Torcher: Ow…
Mystique: Pervert!
Mimic: Don't mind him, he always asked that question.
Suddenly, the lights go off and there was some evil demonic laughter in the air. Then it stop just as suddenly and the lights go back on.
Mystique: …was that normal?
Mimic: (beep) no.
Mystique: Did you just beep?
Mimic: It's a swear filter, I'm meaning to fix the beeping into different words like "mother muffins" or something.
Mystique: Mother muffins?!
Torcher: (appears back on the couch) What happened?
Mimic: Something with darkness, demonic laughter, and mother muffins.
Torcher: Mother muffins?
Mimic: Later, interview now.
Torcher: Right…
Mystique: Anything else you like to know?
Torcher: Are you high?
WHAM!
Torcher is now twitching on the floor with a big bump on his head, Mystique had a mallet for an arm and it went back to normal.
Mystique: What a jerk!
Mimic: I think that'll do, thanks for being here.
Mystique: No problem, just make sure your friend doesn't ask stupid questions.
Mimic: I'll keep that in mind.
Mystique gets off the chair and walks out of the studio. Torcher finally regains conciseness and gets back up.
Torcher: Any calls while I was gone?
Mimic: No, we're about to go off the air.
Torcher: Oh, alrighty then… (Drinks his Pepsi)
Mimic: (looks at the camera) That's it for this episode, tune in next time to find out who we are going to interview next.
Fat guy: Smoke.
Torcher: Shut up!
Fat guy: Make me… smoke.
The camera guy turns off the camera due to extreme violence.
That's it for this chapter, tune in next time to find out what happens next.