Voice: Know your stars… Know your stars…Know your stars…Kaley Cuoco, she isn't a star, I should be calling this, 'Know your show ruining bimbo.'
Kaley: (looking around, a little scared.) W-who said that? Hey, wait, I'm not a bimbo!"
Voice: Yes you are, you are a blonde bimbo and you can't act. Oh, I mean, Know your stars…Know your stars…Know yours stars…Kaley Cuoco; she's a blonde bimbo who can't act. There, that's more like it.
Kaley: No! I am a great actress and a…reasonable person! What you're saying is like knives to my heart!
Voice: Kaley Cuoco…She's not a great actress and likes to stick knives in people's hearts.
Kaley: That's sick!
Voice: Kaley Cuoco…She's sick. I mean really sick. Like make you wanna puke your guts out sick. Like---
Kaley: Okay! Okay! I get it! You don't like me. But there's gotta be someone out there that likes me!
(Cricket chirps)
Voice: Omigod…say something interesting you fruitcake! I'm dying of boredom here!
Kaley: Voice Dude…he's dying of boredom here.
Voice: Hey bitch, that's my line!…ehem, Voice Dude…he's dying of boredom here.
Kaley: This is getting ridiculous, when does the interview start? I have to pee.
Voice: Kaley Cuoco…Has to pee, so I'm gonna keep her here as long as I can.
Kaley: Noooo! You can't do that! It's unethical!
Voice: Kaley Cuoco…she's unethical, and she isn't a natural blonde.
(Kaley gasps loudly.)
Kaley: How dare you!
Voice: I dare just fine, thank you.
Kaley: Screw you.
Voice: Kaley Cuoco…she wants to screw you! Run away! Put your legs together! Do it now!
Kaley:(muttering)…Great, now I need to go change my pants. (She stands up.)
Voice: K-Kaley Cuoc-co…sh-she needs to go chang-chang-change her pants! Ahahahaha!
(Kaley stars crying.)
Kaley: Meanie.
Voice: Hey Kaley, turn around.
(She turns around and gets shot in the face, she falls to the ground, dead.)
Voice: Uh huh, oh yea, I'm the man, I rock. Go me. I killed the bimbo.
(Everyone cheers)
…And peace was restored to the small San Francisco family and a loud cheer rose up from across the land. Kaley Crackhead was dead, and all was right with the world.
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Ok, I know that should've been easier to write, considering my deep hatred for the Blonde One and her antics, but I honestly couldn't think of anything. Sorry.
Next Week- Or Tomorrow…Holly Marie Combs.