The revival of "In the Mind of Meg"

Yes people. Regardless of what I said in the last chapter…

Meg: You mean… "This ends now. This fic is being put to an end. I can't take this anymore."

ANYWAYS! I am taking myself out of it again and setting you people free… I need a little freedom from the Fruits Basket (I do not own this either) fic I was writing. SO HERE WE GO!

Erik: The horror continues…

Meg: I GET THIS CHAPTER!

Fine…

DISCLAIMER: I Do not own poto or Myspace or the random word generator or the slogan generator.

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Meg: Yes! Okay… Uhm… Uhm…

M.G.: SHE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT SHE IS DOING!

Meg: YES I DO! Alright! This chapter is about….

M.G.: SEE!

Meg: Stop talking in caps mom. IT'S OBNOXIOUS!!! Anyway. My subject is… (goes and looks on random word generator) Avestan? What the hell? What is Avestan? (Goes and looks up in a dictionary) 'The eastern dialect of Old Iranian, in which the Avesta is written'… Huh.

Raoul: sniggers

Meg: blushes NEW WORD! (looks up a DIFFERENT WORD in the R.W.G.) Churchiness, no. Bklr. WHAT IS THAT??? Prenebluar… Hmm…

Raoul: How about cake? Cake is good.

Meg: And you're a moron.

Raoul: YEAH WELL ATLEAST I KNOW WHAT BKLR MEANS?

Meg: Oh really? What is it?

Raoul: It means a black letter!

Meg: looks it up Wow… He's right… 0o

Christine: THIS IS DULL!

M.G.: INDEED!

Meg: Well Christy! What do you say?

Christy: It involves… MURDER!

Meg: What? (Looks uninterested)

Erik: HURRY UP!

Christy: The murder of LA CARLOTTA!

Meg: oh… Did she die again?

Christy: Yeah, and who did it?

Erik: If I tell you can we move on the next subject.

Meg: It counts on who it is…

Erik: The managers. They didn't want to pay her. BECAUSE SHE SUCKS!

Meg: Oooooooohhhhhhhhkkkkkkkkkkkaaaaaaaayyyyyyy………….

Raoul: Well, now that that is over, lets move on shall we...

Meg: OKAY! I am going to find a slogan FOR ALL OUR NAMES! Useing the spiffy random slogan generator.

Erik: Where do you find all that crap?

Meg: MYSPACE! w00t! Onward! First! Raoul.

(looks it up and bursts out laughing)

Meg: 'Only the crumbliest and flakiest Raoul'

Erik: HA! She said flakiest!

Meg: Huh, the next is 'A day with out Erik, is like a day without sunshine.

Raoul: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

Meg: This is funny '8 out of 10 owners say thier cats prefer Madame Giry.'

M.g.: What?

Meg: OH! This is horrible! 'That's Handy Harry! Stick it in the Christine!'

Raoul: I don't like this game. :,,,(

Meg: I'll do me now! 'Only Meg has the awnser.'

Raoul: YOU ARE SOOOOOO WARPING THE AWNSERS!

Meg: AM NOT! I'll do Carlotta now. 'Carlotta - Australian for beer.'

m.g.: Can we stop with the generators now?

Meg: Fine. :(

Erik: Heh heh. Flaky.

Raoul: Leave me alone.(sobs)

M.g.: I think we can end this chapter and know in our unsound minds, that we have wasted another few minutes of our readers time.

Meg: LOVE YOU ALL!

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Doe: So? I am sorry for continueing. But did you like it anyways?