Author's Note: I don't any of the characters or the songs used. This fic is just a goofy idea that I had one day. Just enjoy and please don't sue

Karaoke Night

Narrator: It's a late summer night here in Realityville. Our author Vela is hanging out with her Final Fantasy friends: Squall, Tidus, Auron, Zell, Irvine, Seifer, Seymour, Yuna, Lulu, Rikku, Rinoa, Selphie, Quistis, Wakka, and Kimahri. Let's look in on them.

Vela Cruze: I am sooo bored.

(Rikku runs into the room carrying a Karaoke Machine)

Rikku: Karaoke time.

Zell: No way! Karaoke is lame.

Seifer: What's the matter Chickenwuss? You scared.

Zell: No!

Vela: Then it looks like we have our first volunteer. Zell.

(Everyone but Seifer and Squall claps as Zell gets up)

Zell: Fine, this is for all the ladies. Including you Vela.

Narrator: Umm…Zell is first. I wonder what he'll sing. Let's keep watching.

Zell: Educated with money.

He's well dressed, not funny.

And not much to say in most conversations,

But he'll foot the bill in all situations cause he pays for everything!

Girls don't like boys, girls like cars and money!

Boys will laugh at girls when their not funny.

Paper or plastic, don't matter she'll have it.

Vacations and shopping sprees, these are a few of her favorite things.

She'll get what she wants if she's willing to please.

His type of girl always comes with a fee.

Hey now there's nothing for free.

Girls don't like boys, girls like cars and money.

Boys will laugh at girls when their not funny.

And these girls like these boys like these boys like these girls.

The girls with the bodies like boys with Ferraris.

Girls don't like boys, girls like cars and money.

(Zell starts doing some freaky air guitar solo)

Girls don't like boys girls like cars and money.

Boys will laugh at girls when their not funny.

And these girls like these boys like these boys like these girls.

The girls with the bodies like boys with Ferraris.

Girls don't like boys girls like cars and money!

All of these boys getting all of these girls losing their souls in a material world.

(He repeats the last part until Seymour gets annoyed)

Seymour: Sit down Chickenwuss.

Seifer: Hey get your own insults!

(Seymour sticks out his tongue as he gets up next)

Selphie: Zell, Are you implying that we are selfish?

Tidus: If the shoe fits...

Rinoa: Nobody was talking to you girly-man.

Irvine: Shut up everyone. Seymour's about to sing.

Narrator: That was a weird one. All right Seymour is up next. Let's see what other antics will ensue.