Guess what? Despite last chap's disaster, Sponge is letting me RIGHT!

…you mean W-R-I-T-E.

Er, I knew that.

Thin ice, Blondie, thin ice.

Heh, heh. Well, it's my turn to write! You see, I wrote 'Troy' and Sponge wrote 'Gabriella' cos it was her turn, but I gave her a 2nd chance when she screwed up and let her write 'Sharpay'! So now, I get to write Ryan!

Whoopee.

Shut up.

Well…YO MOMMA!

NO, I am not getting into one of those! Remember the last one?

I DIDN'T MEAN TO KILL THAT SQUIRELL!!!

The Animal Kingdom will never forgive us!

Whatever! How did your interview with Ryan go?

Erm...well...

Oh, mother of Christ, what did you do?

Oh, just have a look…!

Ryan

R: Hi!

BTP: Oh, wow…!

R: Er…-waves hand in my face- You okay?

BTP: I'm in heaven.

R: Need a hat to feel better?

BTP: -gasp! squeal! happiness!- But that brings us nicely onto the interview. How many hats do you have?

R: Urm, at last count…10…

BTP: Oh. That's it?

R: No, I got 10 last month, bringing me to 651.

BTP: Wow. –touches her new hat– And I have one…hey, is that sweat?!

R: Um, that's the Bop to the Top hat. I'll get you another.

BTP: No, this is fine –looks happy- Ryan sweat…

R: I'm gonna go.

S: Sit down. –slaps BTP- PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER, BLONDE-O!!!

R: Thank you. Have a hat.

S: -GASP!- New hat. –walks off dreamily with new hat-

BTP: Urm, sorry. Anywho, FanFiction. Read it?

R: Yep. Love it.

BTP: WE HAVE SO MUCH IN COMMON! Okay, ever read Ryella?

R: Yes I have.

BTP: And…?

R: Honestly? I prefer Troyella.

BTP: -GASP!- And I thought we were perfect together! WAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

R: -looks worried and hugs BTP-

Wait, wait, wait. You ALWAYS knew he preferred Troyella, but pretended you didn't so he would hug you, didn't you?

…maybe.

BLONDIE! That's…that's genius! Yet so evil! We ARE related! How did you do it?!

-smug smile-

R: You okay now?

BTP: I'll be okay.

R: I am not saying that I hate Ryellas. I just think Troyella is a more realistic pairing and I'm a pretty realistic guy.

BTP: Your hips are NOT realistic! Have you seen them move???!!!

R: …what?

BTP: Nothing. So, not a Ryella fan?

R: Look, I have read good Ryellas, and me and Gabby would make a cute couple. And I have to admit to, er, reading some Ryella M-rated ones…

BTP: OOOH, like what?!

R: You're too young, Blondie.

BTP: How come you can tell me and Sponge are under 18, yet Sharpay can't? Oh, new topic! Incest stories!

R: -chokes. BTP thumps his back- WHAT?!!!

BTP: I guess you haven't read any…

R: Incest?! What?! Oh my…! Me and Sharpay!? Well…ew!

BTP: Yeah, that was her reaction…kinda…

R: Nothing is going on between me and my sister, 'kay? Next question!

BTP: But…!

R: NEXT!

BTP: Okay, okay! Erm, are you a witch?

R: -baffled-

BTP: I've read some things where you're like Ethan Dalloway from Halloweentown. You know, you look like him.

R: Thanks, but I think I'm handsomer.

BTP: You look like you were played by the same guy.

R: Do you know something I don't?

BTP: …anyway, back to the witch thing!

R: You know, for guys, I think the term is warlock.

BTP: I don't care.

R: Didn't think you would. Anyway, no, I am not a witch. And no, I am definitely Sharpay's twin! The reason that I'm also her poodle is just that I'm used to following orders and being ignored and I'm just shy.

BTP: Shy yet cunning…like a coyote!

R: You're comparing me to animals?

BTP: Actually, the animals aren't too pleased with me and my sister at the minute. Anyway, if you're not a witch, or incestuous, are you gay?

R: I what?

BTP: Tryan? Chyan? Know what I mean? Do you like Troy or Chad?

R: As friends. Sorry, I'm not gay.

BTP: Thank God! I never doubted you, Ry-Ry!

R: Ry-Ry?!

BTP: Okay, okay! Now, I think all my questions have been answered, except…what are Mrs Montez's brownies really like?

R: What does that have to do with FanFiction?

BTP: Nothing, I just wanna know. I've always wondered.

R: They're like little slices of heaven. They're lighter than air.

BTP: Wooooooooooooooow.

R: I'm gonna go now.

BTP: NO! I'LL NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN! RYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAANN!

-grabs Ryan's ankles and screams at him to stay. He tries to walk away and BTP is dragged with him-

Oh, dear God.

Is it that bad?

Oh, DEAR GOD!

C'mon, it's not bad!

Mind you, these mug shots aren't bad.

Yeah, it's bad.

He should put a restraining order on you!!!

HE DID!

Oh, good. I can't blame him. So, you can't interview him again.

Well, if I can sit fifty yards away from him…!

Bye.

NO! Listen to my plan!

No. Please review, people!