Author's Note: Well, this idea was inspired by Trinity Day and her story "In the Dark", I have reviewed and blah blah so nuttin you can sue me for.
WHAHAHAHA! SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN A WHILE BUT TO MAKE UP FOR IT, THIS ONE'S GONNA BE AWESOMELY FUNNY!
Enjoy!
Remus: There are just some things in life that nobody wants to experience...one of those things is Sirius.
Sirius: Lalalala hmhmhm..
Peter: What are you doing?
Sirius: I'm humming.
Peter: Why must you make noise?
Sirius: Why must'nt I?
Peter: Why can't you stop?
Sirius: Why can't you start?
Peter: What is with all the questions?
Sirius: Who brought that up?
Remus: SHUT UP!
James: Hey now,silence is golden but shouting is fun!
Sirius:I totally agree.
James: Then shall we?
Sirius: Yes, I think we shall.
James & Sirius: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Peter: What the-
J & S: ARGGGGGGGGGGG!
Remus: ACK! Noise!
Peter: What are they screaming now?
J & S: Squanky! Squanky!
James: That was fun.
Peter: Are you two having some sort of contest?
Sirius: No, but good idea! We should have a-
J & S: RANDOM CONTEST!
Remus: Let me guess, to see who's more random.
James: Correct, Sirius you go first.
Sirius: Corncob!
James: Italy!
Sirius: Mr. Pookie!
James: Peaches!
Sirius: Bubblegum!
James: Soap!
Sirius: Here's my impersonation of Bush.
Bush stands at the missile control center, stroking his chin.
Bush: "Let's nuke Kentucky!"
Soldier: "But why Sir? Kentucky is ours."
Bush: "Because those damn Europeans get on my nerves!"
James: Bomb Diggity!
Sirius: Grotesque Groundhog!
Peter: Blood!
Marauders: 0.0
Ginormous Cricket: CHIRP CHIRP
Remus: Hey look who's back!
Sirius: Whaty up up?
Ginormous Cricket: Nuttin much my homieo.
James: Goobers!
Sirius: The Frosted Flakes and the Coco Puffs are forming a communist nation!
Remus: She sells seashells by the seashore.
James: You think she makes any money?
Sirius: Nope, those seashells are crap.
Peter: How would you know?
Sirius: Bought one on vacation once, didn't hear the sound of the ocean.
James: Ok, bored now. Let's talk about Lily!
Marauders: Let's Not!
James: ...You suck.
Peter: I'm getting bored, I wish I had my knives with me...
Ginormous Cricket: CHIRP CHIRP CH-COUGH-CHOKE-GAG
Sirius: Peter, my creepy crayon, the red crayon, why is that you have a problem?
Peter: Problem? What problem?
Marauders: ...Nevermind then.
Sirius: I don't feel any funny waves. How come?
Christy: I'm tired, my throat hurts like crap, I have carpal tunnel in both of my wrists, I'm loaded up on pain pills and I'm a little distracted right now.
Sirius: Ok, but try to bring the funny back.
Christy: You try doing it for once!
Sirius: Naw, I'll let you screw it up.
Christy: That's it! I QUIT!
So this is how this thingy works.
What thingy my dear Padfoot?
This flapbop James.
You mean a laptop?
Yes Moony, I mean a labtop.
LaPtop genius.
I know Moony, thanks.
Shut up.
No Wormys.
This is cool!
James you are forever fascinated.
I totally agree Sirius.
You know what?
What Peter?
What is it?
Just forget you!
James?
Yes Padfoot?
I feel like writing a poem.
I'm totally touched Sirius.
You should be Moony, you should be.
Hey Sirius?
Yeah James?
Guess where my hand is.
Is that your hand?
Ewww...
It was a joke Wormys
I can see that James.
Then why did you say "Ewww"?
Because I felt like it Sirius.
Butthole!
Gold fish!
Butt Anus!
Dodo head!
Anus Butt!
Pansy!
Butt's Anus!
You're not very creative, are you Sirius?
Psh, of course he's creative! He's random!
Thank you my dear Prongs, but I think I must go cry in a corner somewhere.
So what are we supposed to do now my dear Moony?
We'll think of something Peter.
Hey! Let's get that random student to type for us!
Hey you! Come here!
(A/N: The following should be read fast!)
Peter: Fnlaliy no mroe of taht anoyning sfutf!
James: Ecelnelext in fcat.
Remus: Hwo's Taht tpniyg giong?
Kid: Not so wlel, It wno't mkae wrods rhgit.
Sirius: Wachk it!
BANG
Kid: Hey! It worked!
James: Cool, now as I was saying-
Kid: Potions! Gotta go! I'll put it on auto.
Marauders: NOOOOOO!
Peter: Cute girl.
Remus:Peter...that was a guy.
Peter: Opps.
Sirius: I just realized something...
Marauders: 0.0 What?
Sirius: Why didn't we ask'it' to get us down?
Marauders: (-groan-)
James: What's that blinking light mean?
Remus: I think the battery's almost dead.
Peter: Uh oh.
Sirius: Now for my closing statement.
James: It's my turn!
Sirius: Fine go ahead.
James: Ok...(-thinks-)
Sirius: So hurry up.
James: Pandas taste like popscicles!
okay, i have just endured excruciating pain in my wrists and yet i continue to type so all of you had better review because otherwise, that's just not cool...
REVIEW BEFORE I BUY ALL THE CORN IN IOWA!