*random lights flicker on*
Randy: Uhm, hi. Soooo, Erica told me to tell you guys that... HOWARD HAS TO SAY SOMETHING
Howard: What? No I don't! I don't want to tell them! You tell them!
Randy: I'm not telling them! Theresa?
Theresa: I'M NOT DOING IT!
Randy: Debbie?
Debbie: nOpE
Randy: *groans* FINE! Look, Erica is really sick today and school is almost out for her but she has a half day on the last day wich is Thursday but her cousin is staying at her house until Sunday or Monday and then she has a doctor's appointment for her ankle on June 9th and it just so happens to be the day that she first started writing on thsi website and she's really happy about that and she wants to thank you all but right now she's not going to update unless she feels like it because she has a project due and she hasn't really started all of it and i'M SORRY GUYS I DIDN'T WANT TO TELL YOU.
Me: *hands Randy a twenty* Thank you. Yeah, I'm sick with 100.1 the last time I checked and my project is due tomorrow (Tuesday, June 2nd) and I almost fell down the stairs so I don't think I should update. I'll try to, but I don't think I will. I'm sorry guys. Also, don't send in requests for this story. I'm still working o some of them. Sorry!
Howard: Sooo if I say something that you tell me, will I get money?
Me: I guess. *le shrug* but I have to tell you what to say, and you have to say it word for word.
Howard: Ok
Me: *whispers to Howard*
Howard: I, Howard Weinerman, hate chicken.
Me: *hands Howard money* I'm proud of you.
Randy: *from a distance* THIS IS FAKE MONEY!
Me: Dammit. SMOKEBOMB!
Randy: COME BACK HERE YOU SHOOB!