Chapter 6
"Blurr"
DeathCaller: Greetings, my fans. I know it's been a while since I updated on this fic. (((sits in her big comfy black recliner))) Today, we have Blurr as our interviewee. Hmmm, this will get very good. Tee hee.
So let's get to it.
Blurr: (((walks onto the stage and takes a seat on whatever because of the way he's built and all))) Hey, Death. Jet Fire told me you were pretty calmed down last time. So how is it?
DeathCaller: I heard him say something backstage last interview. What was that all about?
Blurr: Is this one of the questions?
DeathCaller: No. I'm serious.
Blurr: (((shrugs))) Nothing. You must be hearing things. So what's the questions for today?
DeathCaller: Hmmm, oh well. I suppose we can get on with it. But first, check out this awesome device I built while I wasn't making this episode. (((holds a rope that seems to be attached to something on the ceiling)))
Blurr: What's that?
DeathCaller: (((Pulls on the rope, making some curtains from behind her slide open to show a giant Mountain Dew bottle being held by machine stuff to make it pour in many cups that are constantly being filled by the liquid inside the giant bottle)))
Blurr: What's THAT!
DeathCaller: That's my invention that I'll now use for my shows. I can have Diet Mountain Dew non-stop, now. Isn't it great? (((Takes a cup that is handed to her by a mechanical arm)))
Blurr: It may be great for you, but I don't think it's safe for the interviewees...(((awes at the trouble-making device)))
DeathCaller: (((chugs down the cup of Dew and tosses in a large trash bin behind her. Takes another cup from the mechanical arm))) Ok. First question: Are the Autobots planning an attack on me because I asked them a silly question about Transformers being able to get prostate cancer?
Blurr: Uhh...I don't think so. No. That's not what's going on.
DeathCaller: Oh. Ok. (((shrugs))) I worry over nothing for no reason sometimes. (((sips her DMD))) Question two! What do you think of my invention? And who's your most hated Decepticon?
Blurr: That's two questions!
DeathCaller: Hush and answer! (((takes out her bazooka)))
Blurr: (((gasps))) Uhh...You're invention is pretty interesting, but don't you think it's a hazard to people and other life forms other than yourself? And, my most hated Decepticon will have to be Thrust. He's just weird and isn't what I expected him to be when he came here on Earth for the battles.
DeathCaller: What's wrong with my machine! You're mean! (((chugs down the cup and grabs another, chugging that one, too))) And yes, Thrust is quite a disappointment to many after hearing the tales of what the Autobots and Decepticons had explained during his first appearance. (((drinks the cup)))
Blurr: Don't you think that's enough Mountain Dew for one interview?
DeathCaller: (((glares at the mech))) Are you questioning my authoritaaayyy? You do not question my authoritay.
Blurr: Why didn't I stay in bed? Or even get scheduled on a different date?
DeathCaller: Question three! Are you afraid of my bazooka?
Blurr: Not really. It's just some human creation. It's primitive to my race's technology.
DeathCaller: (((twitches her eye))) What the crap? I didn't understand a word you said. For that, you will witness my wrath!
Blurr: Oh no...
Optimus' Voice From Somewhere: Ok, men! Now!
Megatron's Voice From Somewhere As Well: Decepticons! Attack!
DeathCaller: I knew it! You were planning an attack against me this whole time! (((starts to fire random shots around the stage as Autobots and Decepticons move in)))
Harshly enough, one of her shots land on the giant bottle of Diet Mountain Dew, making it explode and releasing the Dew all over the room. The area floods and manages to be drank by the Transformers...
Everyone: (((pauses for a bit and looks around)))
Side Swipe: Hugs for everyone! Come on! Group hug!
Everyone: (((hugs in a giant pile)))
Optimus: (((starts to dance))) "F" is for friends to do stuff together!
Hotshot: (((joins in)))"U" is for you and me!
Red Alert: (((dances, too))) "N" is for anywhere and anytime at all!
All Autobots and Deceptcons: (((raises arms in the air with hugs smiles))) Here in the deep green Dew!
DeathCaller: (((swims in front of the Transformers and looks to the camera with a big smile on her face. Grabs her neck and begins to choke. She sinks out of view from the camera)))
Decepticons: (((grin evilly)))
Demolisher: (((launches missiles at the Autobots))) "F" is for FIRE that burns down the whole town!
Cyclonus: (((punches Hot Shot))) "U" is for Uranium!...BOMBS! (((goes trigger happy)))
Megatron: (((knocks out Optimus))) "N" is for NO surviiivors! When you're–
The backstage doors burst open, letting out the Diet Mountain Dew into the streets and carrying the Autobots and Decepticons with it.
DeathCaller: (((coughs and looks up, soaked with Mountain Dew))) Where'd they go? Wait...(((gasps))) I just almost drowned in Mountain Dew...One of my many dream ways to die...No fair! (((runs for the doors and notices Blurr laying on the stage floor)))
Blurr: (((sits up and looks at Death)))
DeathCaller: Why weren't you taken with the others?
Blurr: Because that's how you wrote the script.
DeathCaller: Yeah, that might be why. Well, your interview is over. Unless you want more questions.
Blurr: No. I'm fine. I'll see you later.
DeathCaller: Ok, then. See you, later. (((waves to Blurr as he walks off backstage)))
Blurr: (((is gone)))
DeathCaller: (((turns and looks to her ruined invention. Takes a deep breath...))) Nooooooooooooo! My hard work! It isn't fair! (((looks to the drowned audience. She shrugs and walks off stage))) Looks like it's back to the drawing board. Review, my beautiful fans! You're doing great! And please tell your friends about this fic, too! Thanks a bunch! Until next chapter, bye bye! (((waves)))
