Hey All!
Okay, this si pretty much part two of the last story, so the reviews will be carried over. I hope you guys like this!
Reviews
ishandahalf-Ack! No! I'm so misunderstood! Again! I'm titling the next story (well, this story) Next friday. I hope I've updated much sooner than that. Jamie is so naive. I love him! But I'm evil to those I love, so he's better off being someone I just kindas acknowldge, like Tabitha, who gets on my nerves after a while. Soap-operas are only good because none of your favorite characters really die, and the plot lines are bordering on ridiculous, and the science, especially genetics is way too advanced. . . I just described the comic X-men didn't I. *sigh* Yeah, I did. Ah well. That would be fun though. Watching other people being akward is so much fun. Oh, Rogue's gonna get 'em all, don't worry. A few people may be coming back from England with no hair, and that's not just on their head (I think she'd go for razor burn if she shaved soemone in revenge). I couldn't let Remy keep 'em. That would be too nice. He would enjoy it. That line was very fun, and I liked it too. *gaps* We'll have to live w/out each other's insanity that long? How will we make it? Good luck goin' without ff.net. Tell your mom I think the dining room would look good in black. Have fun in Europe!
Sujakata-Yeah, well, they do belong to the girl he's currently focusing his attention on. I'm sure that if you look up self-control in the dictionary you'll see Remy's picture. . .sometimes. He is human, and well, yeah, he's a guy, whatdya expect? If he put them back in there it wouldn't be his word versus their's, now would it? It was just to show that Scott and Jean don't have their heads all the way up their asses, and relize the f***ed up. They also justified what they did, so it was comletely in character. Yeah, Scott and Jean dialouge bugs me. I guess it was kinda a Jean monolouge, with Scott saying something at the end. Yeah, I'm definitly an odd ball, if you can believe that. Sinister is, weak. Mojo Jojo is so. . .five year old evil (despite the cool name), ya know? Disco Stu is so great, and yeah, his name is like Sinister's. See you when you review this fic!
J.Dax-Oh, there'll be bodliy fluids involved. Not nessisarily human though. Stay tuned, babe.
Disclaimer
I wish I were an oscar Meyer weiner, that is what I'd really like to be. for if I were an oscar meyer weiner, everyone would want a bite of me! I don't own anything.
A Series of UNfortunate Saturdays, Part the Third point Five: Feathers and Underwear, Part the Second, Next Friday. (Whew!)
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Bobby was standing out in the open. It was early in the morning, about 8 am. He was cutting the grass, because Ororo was told to undertake less stress. He was apparently a union worker (no offence meant!), bcause he was doing more breaks time than mowing. He was by the bushes, unaware of the three sets of unfriendly eyes.
Kitty had been humiliated. Bobby was prankingher everyday until she paid the money she owed him. Kitty had no idea where to get fifty dollars before he did something drastic, so she'd fight fire with fire. Hell hath no fury after all.
Speaking of hell hath no fury, Rogue was also hiding in the bushes, her arms cradleing something wrapped in a pool towel.
Remy was also carrying something that squeaked everytime he moved. However, he was sitting almost perfectly still when Bobby wasn't working. BOth Remy and Kitty heard Rogue counting down from three. When she yelled 'GO' all three students popped out of the bushes. Rogue had pulled hte towel off of her weapon. Two dozen eggs. Kitty grabbed a carton while Remy pulled out his own box of eggs, and Bobby paniced. There was no hesitation, the three ambushers used their entire load of eggs, revenging 'The Amazing Chicken Boy'.
The end result was a gooey, eggy, sticky mess. Bobby was covered in partially frozen eggg, and his attackers were trying to catch their breath, while laughing. Bobby was staring at himself in shock. Rogue motioned for the others to calm down, and they immediatly stopped laughing. Rogue said,
"See whacha got? Go warn the othahs. Tell 'em wh did this, an' rememberAh owe ya more than the amazing chicken boy."
Bobby turned and ran. He left a trail of eggshells and grass clipings in his wake.
Remy, Kitty, and Rogue kept their sollem demeanor until Bobby was out of sight. Remy started laughing his ass off, and Kitty giggled too, until she remembered Rogue owed _her_ one too. Rogue laughed like Scott Evil.
They split up to do the chores they'd been assigned. Rogue went to the kitchen where she was in charge of taking stock, organizing things, and making snakcs. She made a shopping list for Jubilee, Jean, and Scott.
Kitty went to the rec. room wher the D.J. was going to set up his equipment. She had to make sure there were enough plugs to power his stuff.
Remy snuck up to hisroom to get his Lazarus purchase, and down to teh garage to put it in Rogue's suitcase. He was careful to put it where she would see it before her roomate did. No reason to embarass her, just irritate the heck out of her.
***
Well, here it is. Enjoy!
REVIEW, please.
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
Okay, this si pretty much part two of the last story, so the reviews will be carried over. I hope you guys like this!
Reviews
ishandahalf-Ack! No! I'm so misunderstood! Again! I'm titling the next story (well, this story) Next friday. I hope I've updated much sooner than that. Jamie is so naive. I love him! But I'm evil to those I love, so he's better off being someone I just kindas acknowldge, like Tabitha, who gets on my nerves after a while. Soap-operas are only good because none of your favorite characters really die, and the plot lines are bordering on ridiculous, and the science, especially genetics is way too advanced. . . I just described the comic X-men didn't I. *sigh* Yeah, I did. Ah well. That would be fun though. Watching other people being akward is so much fun. Oh, Rogue's gonna get 'em all, don't worry. A few people may be coming back from England with no hair, and that's not just on their head (I think she'd go for razor burn if she shaved soemone in revenge). I couldn't let Remy keep 'em. That would be too nice. He would enjoy it. That line was very fun, and I liked it too. *gaps* We'll have to live w/out each other's insanity that long? How will we make it? Good luck goin' without ff.net. Tell your mom I think the dining room would look good in black. Have fun in Europe!
Sujakata-Yeah, well, they do belong to the girl he's currently focusing his attention on. I'm sure that if you look up self-control in the dictionary you'll see Remy's picture. . .sometimes. He is human, and well, yeah, he's a guy, whatdya expect? If he put them back in there it wouldn't be his word versus their's, now would it? It was just to show that Scott and Jean don't have their heads all the way up their asses, and relize the f***ed up. They also justified what they did, so it was comletely in character. Yeah, Scott and Jean dialouge bugs me. I guess it was kinda a Jean monolouge, with Scott saying something at the end. Yeah, I'm definitly an odd ball, if you can believe that. Sinister is, weak. Mojo Jojo is so. . .five year old evil (despite the cool name), ya know? Disco Stu is so great, and yeah, his name is like Sinister's. See you when you review this fic!
J.Dax-Oh, there'll be bodliy fluids involved. Not nessisarily human though. Stay tuned, babe.
Disclaimer
I wish I were an oscar Meyer weiner, that is what I'd really like to be. for if I were an oscar meyer weiner, everyone would want a bite of me! I don't own anything.
A Series of UNfortunate Saturdays, Part the Third point Five: Feathers and Underwear, Part the Second, Next Friday. (Whew!)
***
Bobby was standing out in the open. It was early in the morning, about 8 am. He was cutting the grass, because Ororo was told to undertake less stress. He was apparently a union worker (no offence meant!), bcause he was doing more breaks time than mowing. He was by the bushes, unaware of the three sets of unfriendly eyes.
Kitty had been humiliated. Bobby was prankingher everyday until she paid the money she owed him. Kitty had no idea where to get fifty dollars before he did something drastic, so she'd fight fire with fire. Hell hath no fury after all.
Speaking of hell hath no fury, Rogue was also hiding in the bushes, her arms cradleing something wrapped in a pool towel.
Remy was also carrying something that squeaked everytime he moved. However, he was sitting almost perfectly still when Bobby wasn't working. BOth Remy and Kitty heard Rogue counting down from three. When she yelled 'GO' all three students popped out of the bushes. Rogue had pulled hte towel off of her weapon. Two dozen eggs. Kitty grabbed a carton while Remy pulled out his own box of eggs, and Bobby paniced. There was no hesitation, the three ambushers used their entire load of eggs, revenging 'The Amazing Chicken Boy'.
The end result was a gooey, eggy, sticky mess. Bobby was covered in partially frozen eggg, and his attackers were trying to catch their breath, while laughing. Bobby was staring at himself in shock. Rogue motioned for the others to calm down, and they immediatly stopped laughing. Rogue said,
"See whacha got? Go warn the othahs. Tell 'em wh did this, an' rememberAh owe ya more than the amazing chicken boy."
Bobby turned and ran. He left a trail of eggshells and grass clipings in his wake.
Remy, Kitty, and Rogue kept their sollem demeanor until Bobby was out of sight. Remy started laughing his ass off, and Kitty giggled too, until she remembered Rogue owed _her_ one too. Rogue laughed like Scott Evil.
They split up to do the chores they'd been assigned. Rogue went to the kitchen where she was in charge of taking stock, organizing things, and making snakcs. She made a shopping list for Jubilee, Jean, and Scott.
Kitty went to the rec. room wher the D.J. was going to set up his equipment. She had to make sure there were enough plugs to power his stuff.
Remy snuck up to hisroom to get his Lazarus purchase, and down to teh garage to put it in Rogue's suitcase. He was careful to put it where she would see it before her roomate did. No reason to embarass her, just irritate the heck out of her.
***
Well, here it is. Enjoy!
REVIEW, please.
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith