Disclaimer: I may know pretty much every iCarly quote from pretty much every single episode (yes I feel like a freak but I love it), it doesn't change the fact of Dan Schneider owning all ideas, characters and stuff from the show.
Author's Note: I need to apologize for two things. First: the delay in my uploading of this chapter (I know a lot of you have been patient and I thank you for that). Second: this is not an "expected" chapter. But I thought I needed a (short) chapter to break up the Seddie drama. Thank you for my loyal reviewers/favoriters/alerters and fans. Enjoy. Sit back and have a little chuckle to yourself. Go on, you know you want to.
'AND THAT IS THE QUESTION'
Chapter Twelve: Because Bunnies Are Awesome
It was done! Yay! Finally!
The spazzy man artist celebrated the finishing of his incredibly random looking bunny sculpture. Now it just needed a battery pack, so it could become alive. Yes. As I have mentioned before, this guy was totally weird. There was a knock on the apartment door.
Being annoyed at the slight and sudden interruption, Spencer Shay went to open it.
Gibby was standing there. Looking lost. Which, I'm afraid to say, was not unusual for the chubby, mainly shirtless, weird and unusual boy. Unfortunately, as he was explaining what had happened to him, moments ago, Spencer spaced out completely.
"Fascinating story Gib. Hey look it! My bunny sculpture is finished!"
"Oh finally!" Gibby replied, a big grin on his face. "That beats my 'almost getting mugged in Build-a-Bra' story. By far!"
"Wait. What?"
Well, that teaches Spencer for spacing out while Gibby was talking before.
He wasn't about to get a straight-forward answer from boy. He'll never know how Gibby managed to almost get mugged by an old lady in a bra store. Really, he should have known by now that Gibby doesn't answer questions in a normal way. He makes ridiculous 'side-comments' instead. Leaving the majority of people he talks to, confused.
"Yeah. This old lady. Hazel, I think her name was… Anyway. You should put batteries in that."
"Oh I will," smiled Spencer, gazing at the masterpiece, adoringly.
Gibby walks across the living room, and turns to face Spencer, pointing behind him to the kitchen.
"Hey, can I have a pudding cup?"
"They're all in the fridge."
"Cool. I'll help meself."
"Isn't it myself, not 'meself'?" Spencer questions, now wondering if it really is meself instead of myself.
"Lovely day for pudding, right gov'na," comments the boy, in a fake British accent.
The man looked at the boy fearfully, and backed out of the kitchen and into his own room. That accent was creepy a month ago, when they had that lock-in, and it was still creepy now. Well, at least he had finished his bunny sculpture.
Aren't bunnies awesome?