FB Cracks...an Egg! AHAHA
(looks left and right, tiptoes into centre of the stage which is currently above a tank of sharks...beats me why and...and...and...)
Flynn: AND GODDAMNIT?!?!
Note: For reasons as to wherefore (@_@) Flynn is currently reaching the pinacle of stress due to the fact that a certain FB host body has A LOT of work coming her way. It's quite funny really because-
Flynn: IT IS NOT FUNNY! WE'VE HAD THREE FIRES IN 2 DAYS!
Note: (looks at Flynn as though only just seeing him for the first time) You sad strange little man you, where was I? Oh yes, it's quite funny because the FB mother ship has found a new way to release stress.
Aiken: Me too! (holds spoon menacingly above orange)
Flynn: THE SPOON!!! (curls into phoetal position and starts rocking backwards and forwards in a disturbed manner)
Luke the Language Expert: (twitch/ flinch/ full out spazz) Spelling of the word foetal.
Note: Now some of you will wonder-
Lyulf: This is meaningless, get to the point.
FB: There's a point to this?! (looks incredibly afraid)
Mr U: Is there a real point to anything? Are the motives for doing something truely what we think they are?
FB: Okay, even I can't work that out dude!
Aiken: YOU FLAMING HYPOCRIT YOU!!!! BURN THE HYPOCRIT!!!!!!
Lawyer: I-
Aiken: BLASPHEMY!!!!!!! BURN THE LAWYER!!!!!!!
Medieval Villagers: Finallyeth! (picks up pitchforks and charges)
FB: (shaking head) Where do they get their energy from? (specultes)
Mrs F: Try this new Eneregy Bran! (holds up cereal box) The granules are made of pure energy and are guaranteed to give you a buzz throughout the day!
FINEPRINT!
These are extremely radioactive, any growth of extra limbs, teeth turning to gold, large heards of cattle running over your house, clouds being drawn to your pillowcase and random outbursts of Smash Mouth will not include a refund. May not sue if following symptoms arise in your pizzas. Good day!
(all who vaguely lived in a world with products ignore fine print avidly)
Felix-Thor: Oooooooooohhhhhhh extra limbs! (sparkly eyes)
Shaliko: We're all gonna die T_T
So anyway where was I before I wasn't? Oh yeah, a new way to release stress. Well this time it's quite a good one for you see (beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep) and there you have it! ^_^
Aiken: I KNOW THIS GAME! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!
FB: I-
Aiken: Beep!
FB: It-
Aiken: Beep! ^_^
FB: Aiken-
Aiken: Beep!
Lyulf: (draws sword) If you don't want to lose your head I suggest you shut the fuck up.
Aiken: (haughtilly) Sheesh, don't you know the object of this game?
All who care...which is mainly no-one: No?
Aiken: You have to beep out everything someone says before they say more than one word otherwise you lose!
Medieval Villagers: BURN THE MORON!!!!!!!! (all dog pile on Aiken)
Aiken: (from middle of dog pile being trussed up like a turkey) I LOVE THE TITLE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Flynn: And he's off, thank you ladies and gentlemen we'll be here forever. T_T
BW who is actually a real person and is probably growing pigmes so they can terrorizes next door while playing rock guitars in a pigme band: FLY MY PIGMES FLY!!!! (minion laugh)
Emma who polishing her boots and watching Aiken with mild interest: That dude has serious laughter issues.
All: AMEN TO THAT!!!
Aiken: (valiantly takes breath) AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
FB: Er...I think I better go before someone tears me limb from limb (cowers at mob of non-existant readers) Don't leave marks!
FB out.
P.S About the mood, it's weird, I don't give a fuck what people think about what I say anymore, it takes too much hassle and I'm rather drained after yesterday. Also I think I'm in such a bad mood I'm not...if that makes any kind of sense...JOIN THE SAD LOSER CLUB!!! It's for your own good (shifty eyes)
Flynn: AND GODDAMNIT?!?!
Note: For reasons as to wherefore (@_@) Flynn is currently reaching the pinacle of stress due to the fact that a certain FB host body has A LOT of work coming her way. It's quite funny really because-
Flynn: IT IS NOT FUNNY! WE'VE HAD THREE FIRES IN 2 DAYS!
Note: (looks at Flynn as though only just seeing him for the first time) You sad strange little man you, where was I? Oh yes, it's quite funny because the FB mother ship has found a new way to release stress.
Aiken: Me too! (holds spoon menacingly above orange)
Flynn: THE SPOON!!! (curls into phoetal position and starts rocking backwards and forwards in a disturbed manner)
Luke the Language Expert: (twitch/ flinch/ full out spazz) Spelling of the word foetal.
Note: Now some of you will wonder-
Lyulf: This is meaningless, get to the point.
FB: There's a point to this?! (looks incredibly afraid)
Mr U: Is there a real point to anything? Are the motives for doing something truely what we think they are?
FB: Okay, even I can't work that out dude!
Aiken: YOU FLAMING HYPOCRIT YOU!!!! BURN THE HYPOCRIT!!!!!!
Lawyer: I-
Aiken: BLASPHEMY!!!!!!! BURN THE LAWYER!!!!!!!
Medieval Villagers: Finallyeth! (picks up pitchforks and charges)
FB: (shaking head) Where do they get their energy from? (specultes)
Mrs F: Try this new Eneregy Bran! (holds up cereal box) The granules are made of pure energy and are guaranteed to give you a buzz throughout the day!
FINEPRINT!
These are extremely radioactive, any growth of extra limbs, teeth turning to gold, large heards of cattle running over your house, clouds being drawn to your pillowcase and random outbursts of Smash Mouth will not include a refund. May not sue if following symptoms arise in your pizzas. Good day!
(all who vaguely lived in a world with products ignore fine print avidly)
Felix-Thor: Oooooooooohhhhhhh extra limbs! (sparkly eyes)
Shaliko: We're all gonna die T_T
So anyway where was I before I wasn't? Oh yeah, a new way to release stress. Well this time it's quite a good one for you see (beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep) and there you have it! ^_^
Aiken: I KNOW THIS GAME! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!
FB: I-
Aiken: Beep!
FB: It-
Aiken: Beep! ^_^
FB: Aiken-
Aiken: Beep!
Lyulf: (draws sword) If you don't want to lose your head I suggest you shut the fuck up.
Aiken: (haughtilly) Sheesh, don't you know the object of this game?
All who care...which is mainly no-one: No?
Aiken: You have to beep out everything someone says before they say more than one word otherwise you lose!
Medieval Villagers: BURN THE MORON!!!!!!!! (all dog pile on Aiken)
Aiken: (from middle of dog pile being trussed up like a turkey) I LOVE THE TITLE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Flynn: And he's off, thank you ladies and gentlemen we'll be here forever. T_T
BW who is actually a real person and is probably growing pigmes so they can terrorizes next door while playing rock guitars in a pigme band: FLY MY PIGMES FLY!!!! (minion laugh)
Emma who polishing her boots and watching Aiken with mild interest: That dude has serious laughter issues.
All: AMEN TO THAT!!!
Aiken: (valiantly takes breath) AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
FB: Er...I think I better go before someone tears me limb from limb (cowers at mob of non-existant readers) Don't leave marks!
FB out.
P.S About the mood, it's weird, I don't give a fuck what people think about what I say anymore, it takes too much hassle and I'm rather drained after yesterday. Also I think I'm in such a bad mood I'm not...if that makes any kind of sense...JOIN THE SAD LOSER CLUB!!! It's for your own good (shifty eyes)