Greetings. I am snape, the potiions masta of grillz.
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(Jess gets creative reign! Meaning Jesserbelle. MWAHAHAHAHA! But Jaine/BrilliantGeniusNumber7 helpssssss…I'm a snake!)
Our amazingly handsome and daring and beautiful and charming and smart and sexier than spider monkeys --SIRIUS QUIT TOUCHING THE KEYBOARD IT'S MY TURN! ANYWAY…they were…attempting to fly on breadsticks (from olive garden, in case you were wondering) …and needless to say, wasn't working.
The thunderclouds rolled in like gods on giant chariots drawn by electric horses whose hooves pounded the sky mercilessly.
Sirius: Oooh! The author's getting serious.
No I'm not sut up!
Sirius: The clouds…they are taunting me with their laughs of laughness. I must seek shelter with a woman…Katie appears
Katie: Need me?
Sirius: Possibly…I was thinking more along the lines of that poster in my room, but I guess you'd work too.
Katie: What do you mean 'poster in your room'?!
Sirius: You know the one with the girl…and the emu….and the strawberry flavored cool whip…
Katie: You mean the one of your mom at the petting zoo?
Sirius: Yeah…that's the one.
James: OH EW! What was she doing with the cool whip?
Sirius: Defacing the emu. She said he was dirty.
James: Ahh…I see…
Katie: ANYWAY…why would rather have the poster?
Sirius: Because…the platypus flying above…brings back memories…plus he looks like he's about to eat my mom.
Clouds: BOOM CHAKALAKALAKA MAKE IT RAIN! BOOM CLAPARAPATAPA!
Sirius: THE LIFE OF MINE IS NOT A HAPPY ONE!
Katie: Well…then…let's see if we can make it any better inside.
James: I hope you're not talking about me cause um…I am no parabola.
Sirius: What?
James: ALGEBRA…which is? What? Does it have anything to do with algae? Or bras? Or both?
Sirius: ALRIGHT! We must start beating the bush! Receives confused/dirty seductive looks. YOU KNOW! Rather than beating AROUND it!
Some ugly guy: Right-o!
Sirius: So Katie's coming with me, James stay by the lake…and Mr. Muffins…
Mr. Muffins: Yes?
Sirius: You bake those muffins! You bake them good! Leaves with Katie
James: So alone…I shall go sit by the lake and ponder while it rains…
Mr Muffins: You make me want to take a bite out of you when you're all wet like that…
James: NO! I will not give into you! Goes and sits by lake. Mr. Muffins runs away in tears…but you can't tell because it's raining. Honestly, he wouldn't let you see him cry! I mean, he's preaching that muffins make you happy, he always has muffins he can't cry! Not the point…back to the story…
Cat: MEOW!
Giant Squid: You, cat, shall be mine. Meow meow.
James: OH EM GEEE! The potato head is in trouble! Dives into the water after the cat, whom he thinks is Mrs. Potatohead's cousin. I'll save you Mary Jane! Or…Francis is it? Never mind it's not important…grabs cat away from squid.
Squid: I'll get you James! And your little cccctat too!
James: What? You're not a potato?
Lily: Comes to get James so he won't be struck by lightning and she would held responsible, because she is his nanny, though she's two months younger ( I MADE THAT UP! DON'T SHOOT ME! I'M TOO PRETTY!) James! You saved a cat!
James: No! I am the cat! Growls like a tiger. (IN case you were wondering, Jess just said she made an STD instead of a tampon…I mean typo. CHLAMYDIA!)
Lily: That's so heroic! And awesome! And manly! And…sexy…I LOVE YOU!
James: one of those noises a dying animal makes out of shock.
Lily: (Jaine has brain fart! Dang!)
James: If I had known that I would have rescued the potato a long time ago!
Lily: Potato?
James: I mean ADORABLE creature that is this cat.
Cat: turns into McGonagall. You thought I was a potato?!
Lily: And I'm over it! (or maybe not? Says inner voice that is really…me…hah…who is me?)
McGonagall: Why are you out in the rain anyway?
James: Well, you see the author…(author signals that James will be written out if he doesn't shut his HERPES mouth) I like….the rain…that's why I'm here. I like it.
Mr. Muffins: He likes it. He likes it a lot.
James: Not that much…
McGonagall: ANYWAY…inside. Now…Or I'll eat you.
James: Wait…Why were you in the lake with the squid?
McGonagall: No reason…nothing important…especially not anything to do with my sexual preferences, which are none of your business and which I am not talking to you about in fact I didn't even say this you just imagined it!
James: Oh no you're not a prostitute are you? gasps.
McGonagall: Go inside.