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gi: goodness. gracious. great balls of fire.
cass: *Plays Piano Maniacally*
gi: [dances along to the piano and sings like crazy til all of a sudden i choke on my spit and then start to flail around, unknowingly wrapping the cord to the mic around my neck and falling to the floor. dead.]
sometimes tragedies happen. and all you can do is laugh.
okay. so that was random. just came out. haha.
cass: *Stares bemusedly at your corpse and takes note of the irony*
HA! Oh man! The greatest part was that I was laughing!!
gi: haha. thanks, B. thanks a lot.
no but seriously.... i'm dead. so....just keep laughing just a little longer so that you don't miss Kool Aid and the midgit in white. if you stare at me, you'll soon see the white table cloth over my body. good shit. don't miss it.
cass: I will indeed!
*rubs hands eagerly together* Come on Kool Aid Man!!!!
gi: you're terrible... i love it. [i mumble from under the white table cloth.]
[only seconds later do you see a midgit, dressed in white crying over my corpse. forget that he doesn't have a clue who i am.... he makes the scene even more dramatic *think back to the cause of my death*. he holds a single yellow flower and falls atop me and dies, dropping the flower by my side.]
and...............................
..................................... que Kool Aid. [Kool Aid burst in through the wall "OH YEAH!" he shouts... looks around, then procedes to back out slowly noticing your maniacle laugher and high-fiving the bar tender, who seems equally as eager to watch everything fall in to place. the two of you keep laughing as Kool Aid takes in the scene of a dead girl partially covered by a white table cloth still holding a microphone. my drool is everywhere. the midget dead on top and a yellow flower by our side. everyone in the room, once enjoying the most awesomest vocals to "great balls of fire" are mortified. and there you two are. the pianist and bar tender. still laughing.]
"oh man, that was great!!" the man says and you two engage in another high five. you wipe a few tears beneath each eye from laughing so hard. Kool Aid finally takes off for good, ...and fast, as suddenly the drama continues with flashing red lights from police cars and ambulances.
DUN DUN DUN
WOW. i think i may have went too far this time, eh B?? HAHA. what can i say... i'm a writer.
OOPS.
the end.
cass: *Plays Piano Maniacally*
gi: [dances along to the piano and sings like crazy til all of a sudden i choke on my spit and then start to flail around, unknowingly wrapping the cord to the mic around my neck and falling to the floor. dead.]
sometimes tragedies happen. and all you can do is laugh.
okay. so that was random. just came out. haha.
cass: *Stares bemusedly at your corpse and takes note of the irony*
HA! Oh man! The greatest part was that I was laughing!!
gi: haha. thanks, B. thanks a lot.
no but seriously.... i'm dead. so....just keep laughing just a little longer so that you don't miss Kool Aid and the midgit in white. if you stare at me, you'll soon see the white table cloth over my body. good shit. don't miss it.
cass: I will indeed!
*rubs hands eagerly together* Come on Kool Aid Man!!!!
gi: you're terrible... i love it. [i mumble from under the white table cloth.]
[only seconds later do you see a midgit, dressed in white crying over my corpse. forget that he doesn't have a clue who i am.... he makes the scene even more dramatic *think back to the cause of my death*. he holds a single yellow flower and falls atop me and dies, dropping the flower by my side.]
and...............................
..................................... que Kool Aid. [Kool Aid burst in through the wall "OH YEAH!" he shouts... looks around, then procedes to back out slowly noticing your maniacle laugher and high-fiving the bar tender, who seems equally as eager to watch everything fall in to place. the two of you keep laughing as Kool Aid takes in the scene of a dead girl partially covered by a white table cloth still holding a microphone. my drool is everywhere. the midget dead on top and a yellow flower by our side. everyone in the room, once enjoying the most awesomest vocals to "great balls of fire" are mortified. and there you two are. the pianist and bar tender. still laughing.]
"oh man, that was great!!" the man says and you two engage in another high five. you wipe a few tears beneath each eye from laughing so hard. Kool Aid finally takes off for good, ...and fast, as suddenly the drama continues with flashing red lights from police cars and ambulances.
DUN DUN DUN
WOW. i think i may have went too far this time, eh B?? HAHA. what can i say... i'm a writer.
OOPS.
the end.