PLEASE READ! Okay, you know I never ask anything of you guys except to review. So now I'm calling in my favor. I suppose yall all know abou the PIPA bill? Well, it sucks. I suppose yall also noticed the google and wikipedia protest. If you love the internet the way it is, PLEASE google "PIPA petition", find the link, and of the to side you can put your name on it. Every name counts. Seriously, it would mean a lot to me.
Sinead: I've been sitting for ten minutes waiting for you!
Jessi: I have a legitimate excuse!
Sinead: Which is?
Jessi: Do to, um, some issues we've been trying to work out, I owed Henry and Alejandro lunch. Want a buffalo wing?
Sinead: No, I… Well maybe one…
Jessi: See? There is no way for someone to remain angry when eating Buffalo wings.
Sinead: It's not really a wing if it's boneless. More a buffalo tender really.
Jessi: Bones are icky. And the shape makes it look like you're eating the fatty part of your hand; you know the part that attaches to your thumb? I'd rather have a tender than feel as though I'm a cannibal.
Sinead: I'm not hungry anymore…
Jessi: Oh please, you're all scientificy, you dissect things and you can't eat a wing over the talk of cannibalism?
Sinead: No. I can't.
Jessi: Sucks for you.
Sinead: It's not a talent I want…
Jessi: Is it possible to make a spray that gets rid of the pain of pepper spray?
Sinead: I guess. I've never really thought about it.
Jessi: Oh, what about pepper spray resistant contacts?
Sinead: I guess that's possible.
Jessi: Will you make me some?
Sinead: What do I get if I do?
Jessi: Whatever you want to know about the clue hunters.
Sinead: Anything?
Jessi: Anything. I need those contacts.
Sinead: Um, well, you see…
Jessi: Yes.
Sinead: I didn't even ask the question, how do you know the answer?
Jessi: I am a girl, I have supernatural girl instincts. He feels the same way.
Sinead: *She squeals. Actually squeals.* Are you serious! He likes me?
Jessi: Wow. Sinead Starling, kick butt genius just squealed over a guy.
Sinead: I'm only human!
Jessi: After all the experiments you've done with chemicals there are bound to be a few mutations somewhere along the line.
Sinead: I'm not mutated!
Jessi: Then explain you're sixth toe.
Sinead: I don't have a sixth toe!
Jessi: But you might grow one.
Sinead: I'm sure I won't grow a toe. Oh, who cares about toes? He likes me! *Squeals*
Jessi: Not if you keep squealing. I'm telling you, I'm going to be as deaf as my Mamaw. And not the sane one. The one that whacks children with her cane as she goes through Wal-Mart on her old person scooter-
Sinead: Don't mention scooters!
Jessi: Why can't I mention scooters?
Sinead: Bad memories! Bad, bad memories!
Jessi: Who has bad memories of scooters? It's a scooter. It's for small children and then there's the motorized kind for the insane elderly Mamaws of the world use to run over kids in the toy aisle…
Sinead: Stop saying the "s" word!
Jessi: I didn't! I have some morals!
Sinead: Not that "s" word! The other one!
Jessi: How many "s" words are there? I only know the one.
Sinead: The evil one!
Jessi: Um… Shakira?
Sinead: The one with wheels!
Jessi: Santa Clause?
Sinead: Santa Clause does not have wheels!
Jessi: It is in my personal belief that the Ekats created an army of Santa Clauses to make the children happy. Very noble of you.
Sinead: That's ridiculous!
Jessi: It's okay, I know that you only deny it because you don't want the kids to know that he's a robot. Maybe he'll get you a scooter?
Sinead: THAT "s" word.
Jessi: OH scooter.
Sinead: Stop it!
Jessi: Do you have a scooter issue?
Sinead: It's not an issue!
Jessi: It certainly seems like an issue. So what caused it? Experiment gone wrong? Bad child hood memories? Allergy?
Sinead: No, no, and most definitely not!
Jessi: Then what's wrong?
Sinead: It's embarrassing.
Jessi: Good.
Sinead: Good?
Jessi: If it's not embarrassing, what fun would it be in harassing you until you give?
Sinead: How is that fun?
Jessi: Oh come on.
Sinead: No.
Jessi: I gave you classified dude information!
Sinead: I'm making you pepper spray proof contacts for that!
Jessi: Don't be evil! I'll tell him you looovvveee him!
Sinead: Fine! Okay. So I was seven and I was in this science fair-
Jessi: I'm not surprised.
Sinead: And I was competing against this ten year old named Tom Reynolds, who was a German child prodigy-
Jessi: I'm still trying to picture a seven year old Sinead, give me a sec.
Sinead: and he had made this electric scooter that ran on 7 up, so I guess it wasn't really electric, but that's not the point. I don't really remember what I had made, I think it was some kind of phone, but well, I had a bit of a crush on Tom.
Jessi: Aw, that's too cute!
Sinead: We we're doing demonstrations and his table was next to mine.
Jessi: Yes, go on.
Sinead: And I was actually trying to talk to him before the judges got there. He was showing me how it works when it go caught on my skirt-
Jessi: Oh no.
Sinead: And… Well, you can imagine that it couldn't hold against the power of a 7 up scooter.
Jessi: Poor you.
Sinead: And to make it worse, Ned and Ted were mad because I had gone independent on the project, so they messed with my load of laundry and… the bottom line, I barley had any clothes left. So I… had to borrow Ned's boxers. I was left standing in front of Tom in them. Scooby-Doo no less!
Jessi: It… could have been worse….
Sinead: No, it could not have!
Jessi: Yea, you're probably right. You, Sinead Starling, hereby win the most embarrassing story award.
Sinead: What's the prize?
Jessi: Buffalo wings?
Sinead: Glad to see my humiliation got my somewhere.
Jessi: Well, I will never be able say the word scooter again, so you have succeeded in something.
Sinead: Great. Just great.
Jessi: So is that why I never got a scooter when I was five? You banned the Santa-bots from making them?
Sinead: There are no Santa-bots!
Jessi: Say what you want, I know you're secret.
*Screaming in the hallway*
Sinead: What is that!
Jessi: Alejandro and Henry tried to see you could eat the most wings. They couldn't handle the spiciness.
Sinead: Shouldn't you get them some water?
Jessi: Nah let them suffer.
*Henry burst into room*
Henry: WATER!
Jessi: You guys are so demanding.
Alejandro: Henry, don't bother the Ekat, I want a surfboard for Christmas! You know Ekats are the ones that made the Santa-bots!
Sinead: There is no such thing as Santa-bots!
Jessi, Henry, and Alejandro: That's what we're supposed to think!
Okay, so much like Hamilton's, I ran out of caffine. But if I start on an interview, I'm seriously not able to sleep until I finish. So I hope yall love it, Alistairs up next! After him, Danatalie. I moved theres up, I really want to do it :)