Disclaimer: I own me.
Note: You don't have to read this one, it just explains why I've been gone so long and…yeah.
Chapter: Filler-y Goodness! (Or, Not So Goodness)
Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett are sitting in the kitchen, drinking cups of tea.
L: You think maybe we should let her out?
S: Why?
L: Them. (Motions toward the outside of the pie shop, where angry reviewers are gathered, waving torches and pitchforks.)
Angry poundings can be heard, seemingly coming from the floor.
Voice: LET ME OUT!
L: I think she wants out.
S: Apparently.
V: LET ME OUT NOW!
L: Yeah, I'm letting her out. (Bends over and we can now see a trap door. She opens trap door, and lets out a very irate WrestlingChicka.)
Chicka: HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME? I HAVE REVIEWERS TO THINK ABOUT! THEY'LL BE HUNTING ME DOWN WITH TORCHES AND PITCHFORKS SOON!
S: (Motions towards windows) They already are.
C: Aw, crap.
L: Maybe you'd better explain to them.
On seeing Chicka, the reviewers scream and yell things like, 'Why haven't you updated?' and 'I'm going to kill you!'
C: (Whimpers) Do I have to?
S: YES!
C: (Addressing reviewers) Hi, guys.
Reviewers: Grr.
C: (Hiding behind Sweeney) Yeah, well, see, um…School started two weeks ago…
R: SO?!
C: And…um…I…um…have to practice piano for 20 minutes a day…and I hafta practice my oboe 60 minutes a week…and get in some sax too…
R: SO?!
C: And…um…My brother has football every night from 5:30 to 7:30…and I get home at, like, 3:30…so…
R: SO?!
C: And…um…I might have strep throat…and I'm gonna have early band practice this week Monday, Wednesday…and Friday…
R: YOU HAVE EVENINGS, DON'T YOU?!
C: Um…well…see…RAW's on Monday from 8:00 to 10:00, and ECW's on Tuesday from 9:00 to 10:00…and SmackDown's on Friday from 7:00 to 9:00…and Saturdays my brother has football games…
R: YOU CARE MORE ABOUT YOUR STUPID WRESTLING THAN YOU DO ABOUT US, DON'T YOU?!
C: No, no, no. I'm just having severe writer's block, and with school, and practices, and Literary starts Wednesday…and I'm trying out for IMEA honor choir, so add two 30 minute practices a school week…I'm swamped, OK?
R: NOT AN EXCUSE!
C: And…um…I may have a chapter up before…um…Halloween.
R: HALLOWEEN?!
C: Maybe sooner.
R: SOONER!
C: OK, OK, I'll try for sooner. Please don't kill me!
R: Grr.
C: Um…I love you?
R: Grr.
C: Eep.
So that's my story. Please don't kill me. Please, I beg of you. Don't kill me… I love you all…