Well, this is it…we now have the REAL interview of death, so basically my plan got switched around. TSA just dared me to write this interview between Azreal, Badgiruel and me. This is going to suck.
VM: This is the one thing that I'd like to call…the "Interview of Death". Bring the guests in, please.
(Natarle and Azreal walk onto the stage.)
VM: Hello, psychos.
Natarle and Azreal: Hello, Vengeful Moon. How are you today?
VM: Sick and retarded because you dopes are around.
Natarle: Azreal's the one who's sick and retarded.
Azreal: Am not!
VM: Whatever. Anyway, do you have something to tell from your private life?
Natarle: Nothing at all, you dumb-(bleep).
(The audience groans.)
VM: Harsh stuff, idiot. Tell the truth this time.
Natarle: Okay, okay, I actually fell in love with someone.
Azreal: Is it with me?
Natarle: I'm not telling.
VM: Well, somebody's keeping a secret from us.
(The audience, every single one, almost looks like one huge hentai smile.)
VM: Uh…we'll have to cut this interview off-
Kaboom
(Everything is nothing but dust.)
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Ouch…the interview of death just got cut short. Next will be the Druggies, as requested by Jinxie. See you there.