ANY WAY, to the STORYYYYY!
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"Okay. Here's the final decision." The announcer mysteriously said. "The big deal. La décision finale. (French) A decisão final. (Portuguese) Die abschließende Entscheidung. (German!) Het…" He was interrupted.
"Shut the Hell up already!" Warren yelled, fire hands ready to attack. (See? I didn't totally change Warren. He's still the crazy-psyco-pyro-maniac we all know and love. -)
"Okay okay," He said, looking scared for his sake. "Anyway, Warren doit choisir entre.."
"ENGLISH!" Warren threw a fire ball at the announcer, hitting him squarely in the jaw. The announcer was quickly rushed to a hospital, occasionally yelling out "Life! It's flashing before my eyes!" then quietly saying "Man, I spent a lot of time being unemployed." Hmm, I wonder why..
A female voice then appeared on the scene, assumingly taking the previous announcer's place. She looked like elegant type. Glasses, suit, black hair in a neat bun. "A'ight, everybody, lets start this shinding!" She yelled in a thick country accent. "This Warren 'ere is gonna pick from three other girlie's-"
"HEY WAIT!" Warren yelled angrily, "What do you mean "other girls"? Are you calling me a chick?"
"Yep." The new announcer said without hesitation.
"Oh, Nah-uh, girlfriend!" Warren snapped. Literarily. He did the little snap thing that people do. (Oh my, this is the best visual in the world: A ghetto fabulous Warren)
"OKAYY, anyway, here comes the van, so Warren, BE PREPARED!" A (new) announcer said.
"Oh you totally copied Lion King." Warren remarked.
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"Okay girls." Gwen said. "This is our chance to get Warren. We never will be able to retrieve our dignity, or in Magenta's case, her status," Maj glowered, stifling a sob "But it's our turn to get Warren back!"
So, our three girls ran toward Warren's brick house: Bay watch style! Gwen lead the girls, supposeivly David Haselhoff, so Layla and Maj wondered if she was going to be in the next Spongebob movie. (Haha, new story idea!)
The trio stepped inside and automatically gasped. He totally had a shrine to Strawberry Shortcake! (Okay, maybe not totally Warren. –sweat drop-) And they knew it was his because it had tons of pictures of him and a person in the Strawberry Shortcake suit. And then everybody swooned because Warren was smiling.
"Aww! It takes a real man to like little girl stuff!" Layla exclaimed, picking up the little booties that might have fit on Warrens fingers.
"Or gay…" Maj said, wide-eyed, viewing the dress that might actually fit Warren.
"Alright then," Gwen said, tonguing the underwear. "Let's move on."
The house was one floor, so they simply looked inside the rooms, before seeing a Strawberry Shortcake covered door.
"Warren's." All three said.
Now, if you thought that Warren's room was filled with more Strawberry stuff, you were incredibly wrong. No, his room was amazingly different from the rest of the house. His stuff sticks out like a sore thumb compared to the rest of the house's treasures. His room's theme was Hello Kitty. Sooo different.
"No way!" They all yelled.
"He's even got a TV!" Layla said.
"And bed sheets!" Gwen said. "Pink!"
"AWW IT'S SO CUUUUTE!" Maj yelled, squeezing a plushy. The other girls just shook their heads.
Hmm… I wonder if he's a boxer guy…. Gwen wondered. She peeked inside the drawers until she found his unmentionables.
And so, I will respect Warrens privacy and leave his unmentionables, un mentioned.
Haha. YEAH RIGHT.
"OH MY LORD AND JESUS!" Gwen yelled, making Magenta drop the plushy, and Layla put away a shirt with the saying 'My shirt is so ninja, you'd think I'm naked' on it, both to look in the technopathics direction.
"What?" The hippie asked to the shaking Gwen.
"He owns granny panties." Gwen relied.
He owns granny panties. Four words. Apparently that's all it takes to send three 'super heroes' in to ballistic mode. But for my laziness issues (And the fact that I would have to up the rating to M), we will skip that part.
"I can not believe that." Maj said, after several obscenities and a few thrown things across the room.
"Believe what?" An all to familiar voice.
All three heads turned toward the door. Veryyy slowly. Then the chaos ensued.
"WHAT NOTHING!" "NOTHING ABOUT YOUR GAYNESSS…. I mean obsession with Hello Kitty…" Gwen said, a sweat drop on the back of her head.
"Oh yea… that…" Warren murmured, an even bigger sweat drop on the back of her…. I mean his head. -
"Ugh… Lets just get this over with." Layla said. She did NOT want to deal with the pain afterward, but could not stand this any longer.
"Fine" Warren said. "Lets go to the kitchen"
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Okay. I liked all of your rooms. Really. Except for a few things." Warren said.
"Room 1, you had an amazing bed, and the paint job was beautiful.
"But you had boxers under the bed. It tells me you're seeing some boy, and I couldn't bear knowing that if I dated you.
"Room 3. I loved your room, as well. It was beautiful, and your clock was pure elegance.
"But you like Speed. This might get in the way of things. And uh, ew." Gwen mentally cursed the author to the fiery pits of Hell, and author just laughed. Veryy loud.
"Would author please get on with the story?" Layla asked. Yes, yes. Author apologizes.
"And Room number two." Warren finished, sighing slightly. "Your room and clothing showed originality. I respect that. But the Pink! And the Barney! AND THE SPERM! Its to much. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
Maj exited without a word, except maybe a few murmurs of "Stupid hypocrite" and "At least I wear the right sex of underwear."
"And…" Warren trailed off, adding suspense.
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BUMP BUMP…"Room number 1, I'm dismissing you too." He finished.
Layla was extremely ecstatic.
"OH YEAH! I'M OUTTA HERE!" She yelled, jumping out the door.
"Well, that leaves me." Gwen said, looking to the floor, admiring her foot wear.
"Yep. It sure does." Warren said with a smile.
AND THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER.
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Ha. I lied..
Three Weeks Later"You stupid woman!"
"You idiotic pyro!"
"I'm leaving! I never want to see you again!"
"Good! Neither do I! Maybe my house won't be so dirty and Strawberry scented!"
Yea. Things didn't turn out so well between Warren and Gwen.
But are you really surprised?
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BETCHA WEREN'T EXPECTING THAT ENDING, WERE YA?
And thus ends the Room Raiders Series. As you can see, I lost interest in this story a long time ago. I'm sorry. If a LOYAL Sky High fan would like to remake the story, they are no doubt allowed. :)
Behind the "I hate you" part of the ending:
Even though MTV won't show it, I'm pretty sure most couples from Room Raiders end up like this. Leave to me to see the pessimistic side of things. WOOT!
I tried to make this story as amusing as I could, without making it sound idiotic. / I'm guessing since I got zero flames, of even criticism, I succeeded. Yay!
Even though it has size issues, I hope you enjoyed my story. I probably won't make another soon. But you never know. ;D