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Post by simonw on Feb 4, 2006 3:47:58 GMT -5
Note: I will go ahead with my fanfics/mstings from another board I did. This is not Red Dwarf related, so if this is not meant to be here, then I will let the Admin or Mods delete it and tell me where to put it. It is rather long, so I might have to create two threads...maybe. Anybody can make comments about it in-between the segments, if they would like to. With that said, on with the show!
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Post by simonw on Feb 4, 2006 4:09:56 GMT -5
Rated: PG-13 (I'll try to keep it clean)
(Note: "Ace" is not based on Ace Rimmer from Red Dwarf.)
Ace's Amazing MST Show: Part 1: Introduction Of Part Of The Crew.
------------------------------------ **Space, Saturday, In S.O.S (Satellite Of Socks)** *Ace appears upon the monitor screen.* Ace: Wake up! *Mark awoke upon the couch and sat up, startled.* Mark: Wha..? Ace: Hello, Mark. Ready to choose your crewmates? Mark: Um...no? Ace: Good. Go over to the Transportation Device. *Mark gets up from the couch and goes over to the Device, which is just a big red button on a black box.* Ace: Think carefully on whom you wish to bring. One slip up can cause... *Mark presses the button, ignoring Ace.*
**Some Parking Lot, Earth** *Scooter prepared his elbow to bash the window of the car he was planning to break into. He banged it hard against the glass.* Scooter: Owwie!! *Scooter held his sawe elbow when he suddenly disappeared in a flash of light.*
**Meanwhile, back on the S.O.S...** Mark: Um...It didn't work. Ace: It didn't? *Mark kicks the machine just as Scooter appears above him and falls on top of Mark.* Scooter: Double owwie. *After getting up, Mark and Scooter glanced at each other. Mark glared at the screen which still had Ace upon it.* Mark: Who is this guy? Ace: I dunno. Didn't you want him here? Mark: Are you kidding? I wanted a babe in a bikini! *Ace merely shrugs his shoulders.* Ace: Nothing I can do about it. Mark: Why? Can't you send him back? *Ace avoids eye contact with Mark.* Mark: You can't. Ace: Well...yes. Sorry, he stays. I'll let you two get aquainted. *Ace turns off the monitor, his face gone from the blank screen.* *Mark stares at Scooter. Scooter stares back at Mark.* Mark: So... Scooter: So...Why am I here? Mark: Basiclly? To read stupid fics. Scooter: Why should I do that? *Mark points to the large blank screen in the Living Room.* Mark: Or Ace will open the airlocks, shooting us into space and letting us get blown up. *Scooter shrugs casually.* Scooter: Fair enough. Where's the loo? Mark: Second corridor, third door on the right. Scooter: Thanks, man. *Scooter scurries off down the corridor and Mark sighs, sitting upon the couch in the Living Room.* Mark: Something tells me this will be a sh*tty weekend.
(Is Mark right? Will he ever get a girl on the ship? Will Scooter ever be able to go back to stealing cars? Will Ace ever get the Transportation Device to work properly? Tune in next time on Ace's Amazing MST Show!)
(Note: This is so people get accustomed to what it will be like...Fanfic comes in Part 3.)
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Post by That English-Edge on Feb 4, 2006 8:08:03 GMT -5
lol....
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Post by simonw on Feb 4, 2006 10:09:48 GMT -5
And it continues.....
Ace's Amazing MST Show: Part 2: The Other Part Of The Crew.
----------------------------------------- **Space, Saturday, S.O.S.** *Scooter re-appeared from the corridor, zipping up his pants and sat beside Mark upon the sofa.* Scooter: So, what they call you? Mark: "They" call me Mark. Though my real name is Marcus. You? *Scooter shrugs casually.* Scooter: I'm just called Scooter. I love to party! Mark: Same here. Too bad there isn't any beer. Scooter: Why? Mark: Ace reckons it's not a good idea to have drunk MSTers. Scooter: Guess so. So, any girls round here? *Mark shakes his head.* Scooter: Darnit! *Suddenly, Ace appears on the monitor screen.* Ace: Scooter!! Scooter: AHHH!!! Ace: Riiight.....Anyway, it is your turn to bring someone to join the crew. Scooter: Allright! Who shall I bring? Ace: I dun care. Anyone will do. *Ace switches the monitor off.* *Scooter gets off the couch and goes to the over to the Transportation Device, the big red bbutton on the black box.* Scooter: Is this it? *Mark nods as Scooter picks up the box, Scooter obviously unimpressed.* *Scooter shakes the Device, then puts it down, pressing the big red button.*
**Earth, Local Animal Hospital** Carla: Is my parrot going to be okay? Vet: He will be fine as long as you clean his feathers once a month. Parrot: Arrk! Once a month!! Carla: Oh, thank you Doctor. *Carla perched her parrot upon her shoulder and left the Hospital. Suddenly, Carla and her parrot disappeared in a flash of light.*
**Back on S.O.S.** *Scooter bashed his fist on the button once again.* Scooter: Darnit! On, you stupid thing! ON!! Mark: That'as what hapeened to me until... *Carla and her parrot appear above Scooter and fall on top of Scooter.* Mark: Until that happened. Scooter: Hey! Can someone get this bird away from me? It is biting my fingers! *Scooter and Carla untangled themselves and stood up. Carla's parrot was still attached to Scooter's finger.* Scooter: Oww! Get it off! Get it off!! *Scooter runs around in a panic, meanwhile Carla follows Scooter, hopeing her parrot is okay.* Carla: Don't hurt Mister Tweet-Tweet!! Scooter: Listen, lady. He's the one hurtin' me! *Scooter opens the airlock and flicks his hand. Mister Tweet-Tweet was flung out into deep space. The air lock shuts automaticlly.* Carla: Nooo!! You killed Mister Tweet-Tweet!!! Scooter: It was either him or me. Honestly, I preferred him to go rather then me. *Carla cries and runs out of the room down the corridor.* *Scooter sits on the couch beside Mark, who observed the scene quite calmly.* Scooter: Well, that went well. At least we got a girl on board. Mark: Guess so. *Ace appears on the monitor screen.* Ace: Did I hear a girl cry? Scooter: Girl with parrot appeared. Bit my finger. Threw it in airlock. Parrot died. Girl upset. Ace: Oh, very well then. *Ace switched off the monitor.*
(Will we ever see the first fanfic? Will Carla forgive Scooter? Will Ace actually try to be meaner? Will Mark ever get beer? Tune in next time on Ace's Amazing MST Show!)
(Note: Did not want parrot's death to be graphic. Hence, why we dun actually have a description of how he died.)
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Post by simonw on Feb 5, 2006 17:00:10 GMT -5
It still continues...
Ace's Amazing MST Show: Part 3: Finally, A Fic!
------------------------------------------- **Space, Saturday, S.O.S** *After the "parrot incident", Carla stayed within her room to sulk. She gave the guys the silent treatment. She not only hated Scooter for killing her parrot, she also hated Mark for not doing anything about it.* *Eventually, Mark and Scooter got boered enough to look around the S.O.S to see what junk they could find. They came across a film of a fanfic, if that is possible, and Ace decided it was time he got tough with our MSTers.* *Ace appeared on the screen, glaring at Mark and Scooter, who were shifting through some objects they brought back on their search. Scooter was playing around with a fan, while Mark was looking at rusted metal pieces.* Ace: Listen up! *Mark glanced over at the image of Ace from the couch. Scooter got startled and dropped the fan.* Ace: You three...Where's Carla? Scooter: Who? Oh, the angry chick. I dunno. Ace: Get her here or I'll blow you all into space!! *Mark gets up from the couch, moving aside the rusted pieces of metal so he could go and find Carla.* Mark: Okay, okay. I'll get her. *Mark leaves the Living Room, going down the corridor. Scooter was alone with Ace.* *Scooter glances at Ace.* Scooter: So, who are you again? Ace: Yor worst nightmare! *Ace laughs evilly while Scooter looks shocked.* Scooter: Bozo The Clown?? *Ace stops laughing.* Ace: Ye...Well, not really, no. Scooter: M...Kay. *Mark returns with a disgruntled Carla.* Ace: So glad you could join us, Carla. Now, sit! *Carla and Mark sit on the couch, Carla adverting her eyes from Scooter.* *Carla looks up at Ace in defiance.* Carla: What are we doing here? Ace: You are going to watch fanfics. Carla: And if I won't? Ace: You can exit the way your parrot did. *Carla shrugs, scowling at Scooter.* *Ace switches his face off the monitor.* *The lights dim down in the Living Room and the fanfic film starts.*
-Hiya!
Scooter: Ahhh!! *Scooter clings to Carla.* Carla: Let go of me, parrot killer! *Carla picks up the fan Scooter dropped and hits him with it, making Scooter let go.* Scooter: Owwie... *Mark laughs at the antics of Carla and Scooter.*
-This is a fanfic I wrote in the Fall of 1978
Mark: Darn. Not only that we have to read a bad fic, but also an old one.
-It is a Pokemon fanfic.
Carla: Hey! Pokemon didn't come out until 1998 or something. That person lied! Scooter: Don't all authors lie? *Carla glares at Scooter.* Scooter: What? Now I can't talk too? Carla: Yep. Scooter: Darnit.
-Pokemon is owned by Gamefreak and Nintendo. And all the japanese.
Mark: He just says Japanese cause he can't spell their names.
-So, please, don't sue.
Carla: Too late. Scooter: Now can I talk? Carla: I guess so. Just don't touch me.
-Anyway, here it is.
Mark: Here we are. Scooter (singing): "Flying through the sky so fancy-free." Carla: *shudders* Don't EVER do that again.
-POKEMON!
Scooter: Ack! Big letters!!
-Carla
Carla: What?
-felt depressed.
Carla: I don't feel depressed, I feel annoyed. Mark: Um...I think it's a differant Carla.
-She knew she was beautiful,
Scooter: Yep, differant Carla. *Carla hits Scooter with the fan.* Scooter: Owwie!
-but she felt lonely inside.
Carla (as Carla in fic): Aww, I feel lonely. I must be a loser. Mark: Don't make it too personal. Scooter: Yeah, that's my job. Carla: *shrugs* Where's the Pokemon? Mark: Wait and you shall recieve.
-Her pokemon,
All (sarcasticlly): Yay! Pokemon!
-Jigglypuff,
Mark: What's a Jigglypuff? Scooter: Woman's ti- *Carla hits Scooter across his cheek with her fan.* Scooter: *holds sawe cheek* Owwie! Cut that out! Carla: Then don't be a moron.
-looked at it's Trainer
Mark: Trainer? Training it for what? *Carla glares at Scooter, who is smirking.* Carla: Don't you dare... Scooter: Clowns!
-was looking at herself within the mirror.
Mark: And all breathe after that long sentance. All: *breathe in and hold it.*
-Meanwhile, not so far away,
All: *still holding their breath.*
-Ash and his friends were lking through the city of Megatransolopogis,
All: *roll their eeyes, turning red and needing air.*
-the heart of the island they were upon.
All: *let out their breath, relieved. They breathe in heavily for air.* Scooter: Let's do that again! Carla/Mark: NO!! *Suddenly, the film stops and the lights come back on. Ace's face appears on the monitor screen.* Ace: Well, how was that? Scooter: Short. Ace: You mean, you wanted more?? Mark: No, we were just not expecting it to end there. Ace: I know. You get the pleasure of doing some more of it later. Go and do whatever you need do, but meet back here in five to ten minutes. Carla, stay for a moment. *Scooter and Mark rush off to their rooms down the corridor.* *Carla sighs and looks at Ace upon the screen.* Ace: I picked this up a little while ago. I think you ought to have it. *Ace presses a button and MisterTweet-Tweet appears and plops onto Carla's lap.* Carla: EEK!!! *Carla runs away to her room, the dead parrot in her hands.* *Ace laughs evilly on the monitor until he notices there is noone there to hear him laugh. He stops laughing and switches the monitor off.*
(What will happen next? Will the crew finish the Fic? Will Carla ever get over the ordeal of Mister Tweet-Tweet? Will Scooter ever get to say rude things? Will Mark ever learn how to play the Cello? Wacky happenings and many more things next time on Ace's Amazing MST Show!)
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Post by simonw on Feb 6, 2006 1:51:43 GMT -5
I had nothing else to do, so on with the MST!
And it still continues....
Ace's Amazing MST Show: Part 4: The Fic Continues...
---------------------------------------------- **Space, Saturday, S.O.S** *Ace appeared upon the monitor screen and pressed a button connected to the intercom.* Ace: This is your wake-up call. All Crew Members please report to the Living Room. *A moment passes...* Ace: NOW!!! *Mark and Scooter both hurry into the Living Room and fall over.* *Getting up, they both jump over the back of the couch and land upon it.* Scooter: That was cool! Mark: Totally. Ace: Where is Carla? *Carla enters from the corridor.* Carla: I'm here. Ace: Good. Now you can sit down and enjoy the second part of the fic! All (deadpan): Yay. *Carla sits between Mark and Scooter on the couch as an old-looking man with grey hair lumbers in and sets up the projection sheet. He grunts at them and leaves.* Mark: Hey, who's that guy? Ace: He's Bernie. He's the Janitor. Carla: WE have a Janitor? Ace: Yes. Now shut it and watch. *Ace switches off his face from the monitor screen and the lights dim down as the film starts rolling.*
- They lay on the pavement, dead.
Scooter: Who? Carla: What? Why? Where? When? Mark: How?
- They were not really dead.
Scooter: Darnit! Carla: We don't even know who they are! Scooter: Your point being..?
-Ash and his friends were so hungry and thirsty.
Mark: Why dun they go to a store? They are in a city! Carla: The author does not care. He missed Logic when he went to School. Scooter: I want a Taco! Carla: And Scooter missed Sanity.
-At one point, they were thinking of eating each other,
Scooter: *smirks* Carla: He didn't mean it like that! Mark: The Author must have a Cannibalistic Fetish. Carla: I didn't know you knew words that long. Mark: To tell the truth, neither did I.
-but they knew it was no use. They were to weak to even ry to do that.
Scooter: Ry? Carla: Maybe he meant "Rye" ? Mark: Either that or they'll be eating Rhyhorn tonight!
- "So...hungry..." gasped out
Scooter: The Ice Cream Man! Carla: Where'd that come from? Scooter (as Gir): I....don't know!
-Ash.
Mark: ..es to ashes, dust to dust. Scooter: May he rest in peace...NOT!! Carla: Speaking of peace...*takes out Mister Tweet-Tweet's dead body.* Scooter: What the hell...!?! Carla: *shrugs* You owe me, parrot killer! *Wves the dead bird in Scooter's face* Scooter: Okay, okay! I owe you! Get that thing away from me! Carla: Fine. *puts away the dead parrot* Mark: *smirks at their antics*
- "Ash, don't talk about food!" whined Misty.
Mark: Ooo...Short sentance. Carla: Finally! Scooter: *says nothing, in case Carla may bring her dead parrot out again*
- "I can't help it, Misty!" moaned back
Mark: Pikachu!! Carla: Eww! Scooter: Ehh, I'd have said Mister Tweet-Tweet. Carla: *reaches for the dead bird in her pocket* Scooter: I'll be good. Carla: *smirks*
-Ash.
Scooter: Is it just me or do Ash and Misty seem sexually involved? Carla/Mark: It's you.
- "Hold on guys, Lunch will soon be ready!" stated
Scooter: The Taco Stand Guy! Carla: You wish.
-Brock.
Mark: Hmm, what rhymes with Brock? Rock? Carla: Block? Scooter: Co- Carla: *hits Scooter with the dead parrot* Scooter: Owwie! Even when it be dead, that parrot causes me trouble! Carla/Mark: *both smirk*
- Brock was cooking over the pot of water upon a fire.
Carla/Mark: IN A CITY!?!? Scooter: Freaky.
- He was making stew,
Carla: I prefer the term broth or soup. Mark: Stew sounds capable for something for Brock to cook. Scooter: I prefer saying stew. (sings) "Stew, glorious stew! More for me and more for you!" Carla: *hits Scooter with Mister Tweet-Tweet* I told you never to do that again!
- which he was very good at.
Scooter: And here I thought he was good at making sake or rice. Mark: Since when were you an expert on Japanese cooking? Scooter: I've been learning how to cook. It better then starving to death. Mark: Good point. *The lights come on and the film stops.* Carla: Finally, another break! *Bernie the Janitor comes int the Living Room and drags the screen away.* *The three crew members go to the Kitchen to sample some of Scooter's cooking.*
(What will happen? Will Mister Tweet-Tweet be gotten rid of? Will Mark and Carla enjoy Scooter's cooking? Will the fic go anywhere besides to Brock's cooking? And what was with the other Carla in Part 3? Wacky cooking next time on Ace's Amazing MST Show!)
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Post by simonw on Feb 9, 2006 1:21:21 GMT -5
(WARNING: Graphic scenes of bad-looking food described in this part. May cause nausea.)
*sighs* It still continues....
Ace's Amazing MST Show: Part 5: Cooking With A Twist!
------------------------------------------------ **Space, Saturday, S.O.S Kitchen** *Mark, Scooter and Carla were in the Kitchen area of the ship that was connected to the Living Room/MSTing Room by a doorway with no door.* *Carla and Mark observed as Scooter was making a mess in the Kitchen. A large pot of greenish-brown liquid was bubbling and festering upon the stove. Some mustard sauce and kebabs were being heated in the microwave as a chicken was burning in the oven.* *Scooter was wearing a Chef's Hat and apron, which was covered in grease and who knows what. Taking out the black chicken from the stove, Scooter dropped the hot tray upon the Kitchen table, having nearly burnt his hands. Grabbing a hacksaw, Scooter began hacking away at it, burnt chicken pieces flying everywhere.* *Mark and Carla remain behind the doorway, keeping at a safe distance. After five hours of having cooked and preparing this meal, Scooter displays his burnt chicken with week-old kebabs and watery-looking mustard sauce with greenish-brown lumpy stew to Carla and Mark.* *Scooter sits down with them at the Living Room table, which was made of glass.* Carla: This is so..eww! Mark: It's the best we are gonna get. Scooter: Yeah. And dun insult me. It took me hours just to cook it. *They start eating the substantial meal. Afterwards, they go and sit on the Couch with their faces a greenish hue and looking sick.* Mark: Remind me never to eat your cooking again, Scooter. Scooter: *burps* *Carla looks disgusted.* *Ace appears on the monitor screen.* Ace: All Crewmembers... *sees them on the Couch.* Oh, here already? How very..odd. Anyway, here's some more of the fic. Scooter: Ace, dude, can't you see we are ill? Ace: Yes, but that does not concern me. *Smirks wickedly* Enjoy the rest of the fic! *Ace switches off the monitor as the crew groan and Bernie brings the screen in. The lights dim down and the fic starts.*
- "Stew's ready!" exclaimed Brock.
Mark: *groans* Don't mention the word stew. Carla/Scooter: *groan in consent.*
- At this, Ash and Misty perked up.
Scooter: *smirks slightly* I bet they would... Carla: Shut it.
- They rushed to Brock's ide and helped him dish up some
Mark: Pizzas! Scooter: Tacos! Carla: Ice Cream!
- stew.
All: *groan*
- Even Pikachu was happy.
Mark: Where did Pikachu come from? Carla: I don't care. Scooter: I bet he would be happy, the little rat. All smiling and happy faces....*scowls at Pikachu on the screen.* Mark: You okay, man? You are talking to a fic! Carla: *rolls eyes* Boy, does he have issues.
- Eventually, after they had eaten their full, our trio walked happily along the streets of the city.
Scooter: I BET THEY WOULD! THE FU- *Carla covers Scooter's mouth with her hand.* Carla: No! This is rated PG-13! Scooter: *muffled* Moumphh! Carla: If I take my hand away, promise to be good? Scooter: *nods* Carla: Okay. *Takes her hand from Scooter's mouth.* Scooter: *Turns to Mark* Dude, she touched me! Cool!! *Carla rolls her eyes as Mark slet me show my ignorance heres.*
- Eventually, they walked out of the City and wandered in and out of the forest, then feel of the edge of a cliff and tragiclly died.
Carla: It's not THAT tragic! Scooter: It's basiclly the whole first series in a nutshell. Mark: Who cares? They all died! All: YAY!! *They all get up to leave when Ace's voice comes on over the intercom.* Ace's voice: SIT BACK DOWN! THERE'S STILL SOME LEFT!! *They all sit back down regretfully.*
- And Carla? She was just me.
Carla: No, I'M ME! Mark: This causes serious Self-Insertion issues. Scooter: Wait, the guy who made this fic is a GIRL??? Carla: Anything wrong with that? Scooter: No, I just didn't expect it. Mark: Then again, you don't expect anything. Scooter: True.
- So, I totally rule!!!!
Carla: All you rule is taking my name! Scooter: Freaky.
- And I Puft-Puff (That's the Jigglypuff) live happily ever after!
Mark: Puft-Puff? Carla: I think I know her boyfriend, Mr. Stay Puft. Scooter: Unless Puft-Puff is a guy. Remember, Mr. Stay Puft IS a sailor! *Carla hits Scooter with her paper fan.* Scooter: Owwie! What was that for? Carla: PG-13... Scooter: Oh.
- THE END!
Mark: The two greatest words in my life! Carla: Allright, let's go! *The lights come back on and Bernie comes to take away the screen.* Scooter: Hey, guys, how about I cook you Dinner? Carla/Mark: NO!!! *Carla and Mark run into their rooms, slamming the doors.* *Bernie shuffles over to Scooter.* Bernie: I wouldn't mind some. Scooter: Then come in, my friend. And I'll rustle up some grunb! *Scooter leads Bernie to the Kitchen.*
**Space, Sunday Morning, S.O.S, Five Hours Later...** *Bernie comes running out of the Kitchen, wanting to get to the nearest toilet to get rid of the awful Dinner, one way or another.* Scooter: Oh, come on! It wasn't THAT bad!
(What will happen next? Find out next time on Ace's Amazing MST Show!)
(P.S: I did warn you...nausea.)
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Post by simonw on Feb 10, 2006 4:14:09 GMT -5
*sighs once more* It still continues...
Ace's Amazing MST Show: Part 6: Unfinished Fic!
------------------------------------------- **Prologue** *After the escape of Scooter's Dinner and the end of the first fanfic, our three MSTers decided to get some sleep.*
**Space, Monday Morning, 6:30 AM, S.O.S Ace's Operations Area (Room)** *Ace was getting bored. He had sent a fic, but his prisoners finished it already. Ace had enough fanfics, many authors were stupid enough to send him their fanfics. He just said it was for TV, which was slightly the truth. Deciding to go with his instincts, Ace picked up a fic from a pile on the floor. Looking at it, he smirked evilly. Ace: This will do well....
**Monday Morning, 6:33 AM, S.O.S Living Room** *Ace appeared upon the monitor screen and shouted through the intercom.* Ace: THIS IS YOUR WAKE UP CALL! ALL CREWMEMBERS REPORT TO THE LIVING ROOM!! *Scooter was sleeping on the Couch in the Living Room and was startled awake by Ace's loud voice. Scooter fell off the Couch onto the floor.* Scooter: Owwie... *Ace glanced at Scooter as Scooter stood up.* Ace: Scooter, I will let you indulge your friends on what I am about to tell you. *Scooter whimpered as Ace laughed wickedly.*
**Monday Morning, 6:33 AM, S.O.S Mark's Room** *Mark was also sleeping, then was awakened by Ace's voice. Mumbling, Mark put his bedrobe on over his boxer shorts. Tying the straps, Mark opened his bedroom door and came out of his room, making his way to the Living Room.*
**Monday Morning, 6:34 AM, S.O.S Carla's Room** *Carla awoke with a start, holding her dead parrot to her as if like a teddy bear. She got up and sleepily walked into her closet, putting on some clean clothes. Still holding onto Mister Tweet-Tweet, Carla opened her bedroom door. She walked out into the Coridoir just as Mark came out of his room. They walked together to the Living Room.*
**Monday Morning, 6:34 AM, S.O.S Living Room** *Scooter was sitting back on the Couch as Mark and Carla entered from the Corridor. Ace was gone from the monitor screen. Mark and Carla sit on either side of Scooter on the couch.* Mark: So, what are we doing today? Scooter: You guys won't like it... *Carla raised her dead parrot.* Carla: Tell us or I'll whack you with Mister Tweet-Tweet. Scooter: We got a fic... Mark: And? Scooter: And it's a Buffy Fanfic... Carla: That dun sound too bad. Scooter: But, it's also unfinished. Mark/Carla: WHAT??? *Bernie comes in and mumbles as he sets up the projection screen as Ace comes on the Monitor, his face with a sadistic smile after Bernie leaves.* Ace: Yes, today's fanfic is unfinished. Bet you didn't expect that! Enjoy! *Ace switches himself off the Monitor and the lights dim down as the film starts.*
- This, is a Buffy Fanfic.
All: We know!
- Also, it is unfinished
All: WE KNOW
- I do ot ownb Buffy or anty otherr characters,
Carla: Nor do you own a Spell Checker. Scooter: A Spell-whata? Carla: Nevermind.
- besides the monks of Ranabra, Ramina, Rondrac The Destroyer and "Drake".
Mark: There goes the whole plot.
- Joss Whedon owns Buffy and all the other characters I put in here. And, take note this is set in the Third Season, where Spike and Dru are still in Sunnydale, Angel is good and The Mayor is in league with Spike and Dru.
Scooter: Well, that was something we didn't need to know. Carla: He's just trying to cover up a mistake he made in the fic later on. Mark: What mistake? Carla: I don't know. I'm just sure there is one. Scooter: Many, not one.
- So, anyway, here it is.
Mark: Here we- Carla: You already did that joke. Mark: *thinks* Oh, yeah.
- Buffy: The Vampire Slayer: Slicing The Cake.
Scooter (as Homer Simpson): Mmm, cake.
- Prologue - It was 1398 and a dark cloud loomed over the ancient cathedral.
Mark: Wow, that can almost pass off as a perfect sentance. Carla: No commas, though.
- Inside, maggots were squirming along the dark tunnel,
Carla: O.. Scooter: ..kay.
- leading to a candle-lit room. - By the sides of the altart, fivw monkes, of the Ranabra, were bowing to the altar.
Scooter: Monkeys!! Carla: I think he meantr "monks" . Mark: What's an altart? Carla: A new kind of Walmart?
- Then, one monk started to chant.
Scooter: *chants the "Taco Bell Song" * Carla/Mark: *pretend to make marraca noises*
- "I call thee,
Scooter: Satan! Carla: God! Mark: Pikachu?
- Ramina. Oh,
All: My goodness!
- goddess
Mark: We were close. Scooter: Freaky.
- of good and pure. I call thee!"
Scooter: TACO MAN! Carla: *rolls eyes* Yeah, right.
- He slid his hands to the godess's
Scooter: *slet me show my ignorance heres* Carla: Oh, grow up!
- statue
Scooter: I didn't know the goddess was a guy! Carla: Scooter! PG-13!
- on the altar and cried once more, "I CALL THEE!!"
Scooter: Spiderman! Carla: Superman! Mark: Batman!
- Suddenly, a wind came from the statue and swept the monks backwards into the others.
Mark: Other what? Winds? Carla: Statues? Scooter: Monks, much to their pleasure. *smirks* Carla: Scooter! *hits Scooter with the dead parrot* Scooter: Owwie!
- The candles arounfd the altar blew out, making it dark.
All: Well, duh!
- As one monk lit the candles,
Mark: With what? Carla: Dun worry about it, Mark.
- he saw a horrifying sight.
Scooter: His Mother! Carla (as Monk's Mother): I thought I'd find you here! I told you to stay away from this cult of evil! Mark (as Monk, whining): But, mu-u-um! Carla (as Monk's Mother): Don't "But, mum!" me! We are going home and getting your brown robe washed!
- A monster looked down upon him. It's fangs holding a deadly poison.
Mark: Imagine if it accidently bit it's tongue and then died of it's own poison? Carla: We can only hope.
- It's eyes human, yet not human.
Scooter: It's a thing, yet not a thing. Carla: Is it this Fanic? Mark (as Gameshow Host): Ding ding ding! You were right!!
- It's claws sharp and against the monk's throat.
Mark: Stop calling the monster "it". It has feelings too, you know.
- "Why didn't I get invited?" Rondrac The Destroyer asked,
Scooter (as Bouncer): Well, let's see. Your name is Rondrac The Destroyer...Nope, not on the list.
- in a voice like a little girl.
Scooter (as Little Girl) : *high-pitch giggle* Carla: *shudders* Please don't do that.
- Before the monk could scream, Rondrac slashed his throat and cracked his neck, just to be sure the monk was dead.
Carla: Isn't that like, overkill? Mark (as Rondrac): Personally, I think it is just enough kill.
- Rondrac turned to the other four monks, while licking the blood off his sharp claw.
Mark (as Dr. Nick): Ack, blood! Scooter (as Rondrac): Mmm, tangy. Carla: *disgusted* Scooter! Scooter: What? I was doing it as Rondrac.
- "Demon, why have you come?"
Mark (as Rondrac): What can I say? I'm a party crasher!
- raged out the first monk, who was the one who summoned the creature.
Scooter: Why is he mad if he summoned it? Carla/Mark: *shrug in response*
- "You summoned me, I came."
Scooter: Exactly my point!
- replied Rondrac, in the mocking little girl voice.
Scooter (as Little Girl): Heeheehee! I mock you so...so... so there!! Carla: Honestly, that voice is starting to freak me out. Mark: *chuckles*
- "You speak false! I summoned Ramina! You are not she!"
Carla: And he is speaking like a dubbed chinese film! Mark (as Dubbed): Hah! I challenge thee! Thou will not win! *lips still move then stop* Scooter (as Dubbed): You are not worthy to fight! I shall crush you with one blow! *his lips keep moving after a little while and then stop* Carla: Boys. Allways showing off. Scooter/Mark: *smirk* *Suddenly, the lights come back on and Ace appeared on the Monitor.* Ace: You guys get a break. But, it is not done yet, not by a long way. Stay where you are. For it will be up and running in a few moments. I shall give you popcorn to lull over the time. And since I am so generous, I have another fic for you after this one. It is also...UNFINISHED!! *The crew groan as Ace laughs and switches off the monitor. A hatch opens in the roof over the Couch, and as the crew look up, buckets and buckets of popcorn gets dumped onto the crewmembers. The hatch closes after all the popcorn is dumped on the Crew. They happily munch on the popcorn, glad they get to finally eat something edible.*
(What will Ace's next fic be? What will happen in this fic? Will the popcorn last? Find out next time on Ace's Amazing MST Show!)
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Post by simonw on Feb 13, 2006 18:55:40 GMT -5
(Note: There is a referance to The Tenth Kingdom. It is for those on the other boad who like it. So, dun worry if you are confused at one joke.)
*We hear snoring.* *Somebody nudges the Intro Bot with a pole.* *The Intro Bot jerks awake.* Intro Bot: WHA..?? Oh...*sighs* It still continues... *The Intro Bot goes back to sleep, snoring once more.*
Ace's Amazing MST Show: Part 7: Part Two Of The Unfinished Fic!
---------------------------------------- **Space, Monday Morning, 7:30 AM, S.O.S Lounge** *Our crew remain munching happily as the lights dim down and the fic begins once again.*
- "Perphaps. I'm bored. Get me meat!"
Scooter (as Rondrac): Meat! Get me meat I say! Mark: And don't forget the salt and pepper! Carla (as Wolf): I have a SUBSTANTIAL appetite! Mark: I didn't know you were a fan of The Tenth Kingdom? Carla: Well, I am. Especially of Wolf. Scooter: *rolls his eyes* Girls.
- By now, the first monk and Rondrac were four feet away from each other.
*silence* Scooter: Oh, come on! There has to be a put down for THAT! Mark: Nope. Scooter: But... Carla: You are in denial. Scooter: But, this is what keeps me sane! *starts to cry* *Mark pats Scooter's back comfortingly.*
- "No! I condem thee to die!"
Scooter: *stops crying* Did he say "condom" ? Mark: Nope, but it was close. Scooter: Darnit!
- Rondrac chuckled a deep chuckle.
Scooter: Hey, his voice finally broke! All (lamely): Yay.
- "I cannot die. Now, bring me meat!" he raged, this time, his voice was normal for his state.
Mark: State? State of what? Health? Scooter: Well-being? Carla: Bank?
- "I will not! I condem thee to go! Back to the underworld, demon! Back into the statue!"
Carla: Very demanding, isn't he? Scooter: I could kick his butt! Carla: Sure you could. *rolls eyes*
- With that, a swirling spiral came from the statue of Ramina, making a sucking whoosh of air.
All: *make sucking noise.*
- "NO! NO! I'LL BE BACK! YOU CAN'T STOP ME! NOOOOO!!" raged out Rondrac The Destroyer, as he was sucked into the portal and statue, ending his claws trying to slash them and then he was gone.
All: *stare at the screen* Scooter: That was a freaky scene.
- The portal sucked back in and disappeared.
All: *make sucking noise again*
- All was quiet, the statue innocently sitting on the altar.
Mark: Hmm..It loks TOO innocent. Best to destroy it!
- "We go!"
All: Yes, sir! *The crew get up, but Ace's voice comes over the intercom.* Ace: SIT BACK DOWN!! *The crew sit back down, muttering as they eat more popcorn.*
- commanded the first monk. He looked at the dead monk's body.
Scooter: What dead monk? When did this happen? Mark: Just a moment ago. Scooter: Ohhh, THAT monk!
- "And bury the corpse."
Scooter: I'll say. That Mister Tweet-Tweet thing really stinks! Carla: *hits Scooter with the dead, slightly smelling parrot* He meant the dead monk, you idiot! Scooter: *rubs his sore head* There's a dead monk? Carla: I give up.
- That's just what they did and when they returned, the statue was gone!
All: BUM-BUM-BUMM!
- The Head Monk
Mark: Where'd he come from? Carla/Scooter: *shrugs*
- was calm.
Carla: Should hope so.
- "Thank Ramina, we are free of that statue,"
Scooter (as Head Monk): And lacy underwear. Carla: *hits Scooter with a paper fan*
- he said.
Mark: We know! We can read! Carla: *muttering* Well, nearly all of us. *She glances at Scooter, who is rubbing his sore head*
- "For we could and would not destroy it. It is of Ramina and if we destroyed it, she would think us as demon worshippers."
Scooter: *makes "devil sign"* All hail Satan! Mark: That's a bit dark, isn't it? Scooter: *shrugs* Ehh, you know I don't mean it. So, it no harm.
- He shivered as he said that,
Carla: He must have a cold. Mark: Either that or there was a draft and he wears nothing under that robe. Carla: *hits Scooter with her paper fan* Scooter: Owwie! Hey, it was Mark, not me! Carla: Sorry, force of habit. *hits Mark on the head with her paper fan* Scooter: *sblack persons* Now you know what it feels like! Mark: *nods, rubbing his sore head*
- then bowed, and the others did the same. - He pulled his waist up,
Carla: *lifts her paper fan* Scooter/Mark: *cringe and say nothing*
- so did the others and then said,
Mark (as Head Monk): That's enough of Simon Says!
- "And pray for that poor person who foolishly toke it. Let us pray, until we waste away to nothing. Giving Ramina our lives for releaseing that demon in the first place. Although we did not intend it, let us pray."
All: And..breath.
- And they did, until they died in five seconds later.
Carla: *scoffs* Mark: Well, that was quick for them to die. Scooter: Just be thankful it didn't go for hours just to make them die. Carla/Mark: We are grateful.
- ..............................................
Scooter: Oh, dots! Carla: No, they are ants! Mark: Well, whatever it is, it be new.
- 1
All: *stare at the one*
- A high jump kick soored to Buffy's head, as the vampire was in a touchy mood.
Scooter: Is that as in "touchy-feely"? Carla: No. Scooter: *looking sad* Oh.
- Buffy ducked
All: QUACK!
- and hit the vampire in the chest, heaving him over her shoulder and knocking him to the ground.
Scooter (as Valley Girl): You go, Girlfriend! *snaps his fingers* Mark: I can dig it, yo. Carla: *shakes her head and sighs* Oh brother.
- Pinning him,
Scooter: *smirks* Carla: Scooter..that is so eww!
- she toke out her stake and jabbed it into the vampire's heart, instantly turning him to dust.
Scooter (as Vampire, just before he died): Yeow, heartburn!
- As Buffy got up, she heard the sound of clapping behind her.
Scooter: *claps* Lights go on! *claps again* Lights go off!
- With instinct, she swirled around, bringing another stake out.
Scooter: I wonder where she keeps those stakes? Mark: I don't like to dwell on the thought. Carla: *shudders*
- As she did, another vampire came out of the darkened area of the graveyard.
Carla: Unlike the more lighted area, which was also in the dark because it was also night! Scooter: How you figure that out? Carla: If it was day, the other vampire, plus this one would have erupted into flames and then turned to dust. Mark: Good point. Carla: *beaming* Thanks.
- "I'm impressed, Slayer." He said, as two other vampires came from behind him.
Mark: He must have been a fat vampire if they did. Scooter (as one of the two vampires): Boo! I see you!
- Tensing, Buffy went into her fighting stance, making the vampire on the left growl and come forward.
Scooter: Hey, I know I would. She'd have to be wearing nothing, though... Carla: Scooter, hush! All: *munch back on the popcorn, which has now reduced in great amounts, just a handful on the floor left*
- The lead vampire clicked his fingers in front of the left vampire, and, obeying,
Carla (as Lead Vampire): Good vampy! Now, play dead...oh wait, you already are! Mark/Scooter: *clap politely at Carla* Carla: *blushes and finishes the popcorn*
- it walked back in line with the other one.
*Then, the film stops and the lights come back on. Ace appears upon the Monitor screen.* Ace: Well, you get to have a toilet break. Anyone need to go? *All three crewmembers raise their hands.* Ace: Ahem...anyone REALLY need to go? *The crew grumble, putting their hands down.* Scooter: Ace, I'm thirsty after all that popcorn! Ace: Here, this should chill you. *Ace presses a button and soda comes splashing down on Scooter. Luckily, it missed Mark and Carla.* *Ace laughs evilly and vanishes from the Monitor screen.*
(What will happen next? Will Ace be mean like this forever? Will Scooter get the soda out of his clothes and body? Will Carla ever wash Mister Tweet-Tweet? Find out next time on Ace's Amazing MST Show!)
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Post by simonw on Feb 14, 2006 20:29:24 GMT -5
*We see the Intro Bot and it holds up a sign with a message: "*sighs* It STILL continues..." *
Ace's Amazing MST Show: Part 8: Unfinished Fic, Part Three.
--------------------------------------------------- *Mark and Carla were drying Scooter off with paper towels. They had just finished when the lights dimmed down and the film started rolling.*
Scooter: Why does Ace do this stuff to me? Mark: *shrugs* Maybe because he doesn't like you? Scooter: But, everybody likes me! Carla: I don't. Scooter: *pouts*
- Relaxing a little, Buffy got a feeling about the lead vampire.
Mark: That would be love. Carla/ Scooter: *shudder*
- He definately sent a chill down her spine,
Mark: That'd be the Viagra. Carla: *hits Mark with Mister Tweet-Tweet*
- then, he spoke.
Carla (as Lead Vampire): Give me a twinkie! Mark: Don't you think we have enough "fat vampire" jokes? Scooter: Not near to enough. Mark: Okay.
- "Nice night for sucking a human."
Scooter (as Primary School Teacher): Now boys and girls, substitute the s in "sucking" for an f. Carla: *glares at Scooter* You sicken me. Scooter: *smirks* I don't like to disappoint you. Carla: *ignores Scooter*
- "Not while I'm around." Buffy replied.
All (sining): "Here we go around the mulberry bush..."
- "Yes, I see that."
All: *puzzled* Mkay?
- "Excuse me, but aren't we supposed to be fighting now?" asked Buffy.
Mark: Hmm, Buffy seems awfully polite. Carla: This is what I call OOC. Scooter: Yeah. She'd not do all the polite stuff. She'd just belt him one!
- "True, but the longer we talk, the longer you live."
*silence* Scooter: It was a good comeback. We are not worthy to make fun of it.
- He now showed his vampire face, but did not attack.
Scooter (as Lead Vampire): Grr, I am mean. But, I will not attack you just yet. Mark: He's just scared. Carla: Wouldn't you be scared with Buffy? A girl with super strength and a stake? Scooter: Honestly, it'd make me horny. With those tight outfits she wears...*drools* Carla: Men, you are all alike. Mark: On behalf of my species: HEY! Carla: *rolls her eyes*
- "Who are you?" Asked Buffy.
Carla (as Lisa, crazilly): I am the Lizard Queen!! Scooter/Mark: *stare at Carla* Carla: *shrugs* Scooter: Freaky.
- Suddenly, the lead vampire vanished and came up behind Buffy,
Mark: That is not possible!! Carla: Settle down, Mark.
- tilting her head and whispered,
Scooter (as Lead Vampire): Fulfil you destiny. Take off your pants. Carla: Scooter! *hits Scooter with Mister Tweet-Tweet* Scooter: Owwie! That's it! *Scooter grabs Mister Tweet-Tweet and threw him into a paper shredder* (I dunno where they got it. Maybe from the room full of junk.) *Mister Tweet-Tweet was shredded to bits, no longer a threat.* Carla: *slaps Scooter* Scooter: Owwie!
- "I am the Devil. I am the Lord. I am what they call "Drake" ."
Carla: No.. Scooter: ..frigging.. Mark: ..way!
- "Like, I wanted a straight answer?" Buffy asked.
Scooter (as Buffy/Valley Girl): Like, I'm a total bimbo! Carla: *scoffs*
- as she headbutted "Drake" making him stagger backwards.
Mark: That's gotta hurt. Scooter: Not as much as a policeman's baton. Carla: How do you know? Scooter: I was assualted. Mark: Why? Scooter: I dun nothing wrong. Well, I did try to steal his car. Mark/Carla: *face-fault*
- Before she could make a move,
Mark: Make yer move, punk. Scooter: I call. Carla: You have got to be bluffing.
- "Drake" clicked his fingers and the two vampires attacked,
Mark: He certainly trained them well. Scooter: Wonder what else he trained them to do? Carla: This is going to be another perverted joke, isn't it? Scooter: Yeah, but.. Carla: No!
- jumping up to get their prey.
Mark: Since when was Buffy up a tree? Carla: Well, she has qualities of a cat. Scooter: And those vampires are like dogs. Mark: I'm starting to see a pattern. Carla: No, you are just going insane. Mark: Oh.
- Buffy was ready for this,
Scooter: A good spanking? Carla: *rolls eyes* You wish. Scooter (as Homer Simpson): Do'h!
- as she held two stakes in her hands and facing them,
Mark: Facing the stakes or the vampires? Scooter: I think he means the vampires, dude. Mark: Oh.
- staked them both in the heart.
Mark: *shocked* Scooter, you were right! Scooter: *even more shocked* I was? Carla: Shows every dog has his day.
- After they turned to dust,
All: Yay, confetti!
- Bufrfy swirled around to face "Drake" .
Scooter: Yeah! Give it to him! Carla: Scooter! Scooter: I meant the stake!
- But he wasn't there,
Scooter: Darnit!
- nor anywhere in the graveyard.
Mark: He must have been a "thin" fat vampire to not be anywhere. Scooter: Dude, one word: Liposuction.
- .....................................
Scooter (as Radio Announcer): Return Of The Ant People! *Suddenly, the lights come back on and Ace appears upon the Monitor screen.* Ace: I decided to give you guys another break. This time to give you drinks. *Ace sees Scooter wimper and smirks on the screen.* Ace: In cups. *Scooter sighs in relief.* Ace: So, stay there. *Ace flicks a switch and some soda in cups appears for the Crew.* Mark: Gee, thanks Ace. Why are you being so kind? Ace: *smirks* Well, since you guys need a drink, seeming it no good to let you MST with a dry throat, I thought it best you three get something to liquidate youre thirst. As such, I remind you that after this unfinished fic, you have another unfinished fic to do. *The Crew all groan.* Carla: We almost forgot about that. Ace: *smirks more widely* I thought you might. That is why I reminded you. Enjoy your drinks. *Ace switches off the Monitor screen and our Crew drink silently, fuming at Ace's scheme.*
(What will happen next? Will the drink last? Will this fic go on forever (not likely since it is unfinished)? Will our Crew EVER get a new crewmate? Find out next time on Ace's Amazing MST Show!)
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Post by simonw on Feb 20, 2006 20:22:28 GMT -5
*We see the same sign we saw at the beginning of Part 8 saying: " *sighs* It STILL continues..." *
Ace's Amazing MST Show: Part 9: At Least The Stupid Bot Made A Sign, I Have To Still Say A Chapter!
--------------------------------------------------------------- *The Crew continue drinking their sodas as the lights dim down and the film starts again.*
All (drinking): *slurping noises* *They stop drinking their sodas.*
- "Spike! Tell me why you invited me here and with a Slayer around?"
Carla: Good question. Mark: *nods*
- Asked "Drake", who came on an invitation for some American blood.
Scooter: So, wait...He travelled to America on an invitation? Mark: Looks like it. Scooter: He musta been very small. Carla/Mark: *face-fault* Scooter: *does not notice them face-fault* Freaky.
- He trodded huffly
Carla (as Wolf): Huff Puff! Scooter: *hums HR PuffNStuff theme tune*
- too wheere Spike and Drusillea
Scooter: ACK!! Where'd she come from? Carla: Dun know, dun care. Mark: Whoa! De-Ja-Vu! Carla/Scooter: What? Mark: Nevermind.
- were.
Scooter: ...wolves.
- "Just a little fun before we start."
Carla: Um... Scooter: Finally, a Lemon! Carla: *blushes*
- Spike drawled, while holding a piece of manuscript.
Scooter: Get to the Lemony part!! Carla: *shudders* Mark: *smirks* Carla: *mumbling* It could mean something else, ya know.
- "Drake" was puzzled and transforming back too his human face said,
Scooter (as "Drake"/Himself): Bring on the Lemon!!
- "Before we start?"
Scooter: *smirks* Carla: Please, God, don't let it be a a Lemon. Mark (as God): Dun push it, kid.
- "Oh, you know. The ceremony."
Scooter: Umm...A pledge into a Lemon? Carla: *tauntingly* It won't be a Lemon... Scooter: It will, it will. You'll see.
- Spike said, his atience holding.
Scooter: Mine is breaking. Bring in the LEMON!! Mark: Dude, chill.
- "The ceremony will bring turmoil and destruction."
Scooter: *settles down* Guess it not a Lemon? Carla: It won't be. Scooter: Darnit!
- said Drusellia, shaking.
All (singing): "Shake yer booty! Shake yer booty!"
- "I like it," she added,
Mark: Then subtracted.. Scooter: ..then multiplied.. Carla: ..and finally devided.
- with a slight smile.
Carla: That cow. Mark: You tell her, Carla. Scooter: Yeah, show that prissy vampire englandy...yet strangely attractive girl who's boss!!
- "Course you will, love.
Carla: Babe. Mark: Hun. Scooter: TACO!! Mark/Carla: * both face-fault*
- It will on the humans and especially, the Slayer."
Scooter: What will? Carla/Mark: *both shrug*
- Spike replied, the last part with venom.
Scooter: Cool! Spike IS Venom! Carla: The Comic Book Character? Scooter: Duh. What you think I mean? Carla: Uhh..nothing.
- "How will that profit me?" asked "Drake".
Mark (as Spike): You get your "profit" later tonight in my room. Carla: Eww!! Scooter/Mark: *smirk*
- "All the Americans you want.
Scooter: You dirty little slu... Carla: *hits Scooter with her paper fan* Scooter: Owwie!
- Torture,
Mark: Tickle,
- seaver,
Carla: cut,
- hurt,
Scooter: slap,
- and finally see the Slayer die and also,
Mark (as Spike): See me dance upon her grave wearing only a cat bell around my neck.
- to witness my ultimate weapon against the Slayer."
Mark: As stated, you only wearing a cat bell.
- said Spike, taking a step toward "Drake".
Scooter: What is it with those dashes before and after his name? Mark: I believe it is telling us it is his nickname. Scooter: I see...that explains it.
- "What would that be?"
Carla: As Mark said, Spike only wearing a cat bell around his neck. Mark: Thank you, Carla. But, I think we can drop that joke now. Carla: I know. I just wish it to be true. *sighs* Scooter/Mark: O..kay.
- skeptised "Drake",
All: Enough with the dashes!
- not likely that it would work.
Scooter: Neither do we.
- "What's the matter, friend?" asked Spike, taking another step towards "Drake".
Carla: Nope, it didn't work. He still has the dashes. Scooter: Darnit!!
- "Well, I've heard about you from England and it seems you've had "several" tries at killing a Slayer and I'm talking about this one, particular Slayer, who I've met tonight and seemed to be living and breathing finely."
All: And..breath. Carla: Seems very informative, doesn't he?
- "Drake" sneered,
All: *sneer at "Drake" *
- and Spike shuffled slightly.
Scooter (as Spike/Card Dealer): How do ya want em?
- "Well, that was then, "Drake".
Mark (as Spike): I swear, I'm a whole new man!
- Besides, the court
Scooter (as Spike): Tennis, anyone? Carla: You guys are just jealous. Scooter/Mark: Us? NO WAY! Carla: *rolls her eyes and ignores the two boys*
- in England don't even know I'm here. Nor you."
Scooter: Umm, "Drake" is right there. So, what does Spike mean "Drake" can't see him? Mark: I believe he meant the court of England don't know "Drake" is in America aswell. Scooter: Oh.
- he added.
Carla: We already did that joke. We shall not do it again. Mark: Yeah. We are not very repetitive. Scooter: TACO!! Carla: Well, Scooter is. *Suddenly, the lights come back on and our MSTers get a fifteen minute break from Ace.* *They lounge around on the couch, anxious to get back to the fic cause it is the only non-boring thing to do.*
(What is Ace's plan? Will someone shut me up? Will our MSTers die of boredom? Find out next time on Ace's Amazing MST Show!)
(Note: For those who do not know, a Lemon is a fanfic that has graphic sex scenes or sexual content.)
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