Disclaimer: I only own myself, nothing else.
Michael was making his self look like an idiot on national television.
Kira sunk under the table peering from beneath it to see how bad things got.
Jason peered out into the audience and noticed Miley Cyrus trying not to be noticed.
Jason cued to music to stop, and called Michael over to the judges table.
After much pointing, Michael caught sight of Miley.
His eyes got as round as saucers.
He began shrieking like a school girl:
"Miley, I LOVE you! Your songs are amazing!!!!"
The judges were baffled by Michael's erratic behavior.
"He should really switch to decaf." Glen whispered to Kira, who nodded exuberantly.
Suddenly Miley screamed bloody murder, (Which, mind you, was very possible).
"Put the teen pop sensation down Michael!" Tiffany yelled as Michael exited the building.
The judges looked at one another.
Pinhead nudged Freddy's shoulder.
"Isn't that your wife?"
"Naw, I killed that bitch..., What? 45 years ago? So, you must be sadly mistaken."
"What have I told you about using the 'b'-word in front of Katherine, Fred?!"
Freddy sat up ram rod straight.
Loretta stood right in front of him with a bar of soap.
She didn't look happy to see Freddy at all.
