I'm NOT a Chick Magnet: The Making of the Worst Song Ever
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"Okay, so we've got a name, costumes, and instruments." Martin counted off, grinning at Billy and Java as they entered his room. "Now all we need is a song!" He paused, still grinning as he awaited suggestions. "Any ideas?"
"Uhhhh…." His band mates chorused, tilting their heads in thought.
Martin frowned. "This is gonna be harder than I thought…" He glanced upwards, eyes lighting up as a pretty girl suddenly passed by the open door of his room. "How 'bout a break?" He grinned and quickly followed after the blond bombshell.
Billy snorted, shaking his head. "Give it up, Marty! You're no chick magnet."
Martin froze at the door, his eyes widening. "That's it!" He cried, a wide, triumphant grin growing on his face. "I'm a chick magnet! Java, hurry! Find some paper! And a pen!" He yelled, quickly scrambling around in search of said items.
"Here go, Martin." Java grunted, smiling.
"Thanks Jav!" Martin quickly snatched them up, placing them on a random textbook he grabbed as he scribbled away. "Now, give me a word that rhymes with chick magnet!"
Billy and Java were silent for a moment. "Um, how about don't forget?" Billy contributed, unable to think of any thing that rhymed and only matching the 'et'.
Martin frowned, mulling over it for a moment. "Nah…"
"Scribbly scragget?"
"What?! That doesn't even make sense!"
"Nothing rhymes with chick magnet!" Billy complained, pouting.
"Oh, I know!" Java suddenly cried. "Wet blanket!"
Martin grinned. "Yeah, now we're getting somewhere!" He added Java's input. "Now how about…"
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