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ladyofleithianWell, I'm back. :)
If you've managed to get through this, thanks a bunch. :) And congrats. ^__^
So, anyways, I don't own anything, I mean no discomfort, yadda yadda yadda...*Sighs* And I hope you enjoy. ^__^
In the not too distant past,
In the Telos Academy
Darth Traya and Master Atris,
Were hatching an evil scheme
They hired an ex-Jedi named Arawn Sinn,
Just a regular jane they had some issues with
Their experiment needed a good test case,
So they conked her on the noggin,
And they shot her into space! ("GET ME DOWN!!!")
"We'll send her cheesy fanfics,
"The worst we can find (la-la-la)
"She'll have to sit and read them all,
"And we'll monitor her mind (la-la-la)
Now keep in mind Arawn can't control,
Where the movies begin or end (la-la-la)
She'll try to keep his sanity,
With the help of some unlikely friends
Ebon Hawk Roll Call:
Atton ("I hear you")
Kreia ("So it may seem...")
T3 ("Dee-deet!")
Bao-Dur ("Yes, General?")
Handmaiden ("Ready.")
Visas ("My life is yours.")
Mira ("Let's move out.")
Mical ("Something you need of me?")
HK! ("Query: Is there someone you need killed, Master?")
G0-T00000000 ("What have you brought me?")
If you're wondering how they eat and breathe,
And other STAR WARS facts (la-la-la)
Just repeat to yourself, "It's just a show,
I should really just relax".
For... TRANSMISSION HAWK MASTERPIECE THEATER 3000!
[INT. COLONEL TOBIN'S QUARTERS -- NIGHT.
After a short porn break, the crew's back to MSTing the fic.]
"Good! Shorten your reins an inch." I instructed. "And halt at X." (the center of the arena) Joe don turned Dusty at E and then halted perfectly on X.
Joe don - "How was that?"
Blanche - "Perfect!!
TERRI CLARK (mischievous): That's what she said.
BOBA FETT: Oh...you just had to go with that, didn't you? Seriously...
TERRI CLARK (smiling): Yes. Yes, I did.
Move his shoulders towards me and dismount on the right side." Joe don moved Duster's shoulders over and dismounted on the "off side".
BOBA FETT: *Gingerly fingers the caffeine pills he has in his pocket*
Blanche - "Hey, you wanna go into town and get some ice cream?''
Joe don - "Sure, sounds good."
Blanche - "Okay, then, I'll untack Dusty and put on his bareback pad, and then we can ride double in to town."
ANAKIN: Good *Force* this is boring! Do you have any juma around here --
TOBIN: No, but we do have caf.
ANAKIN: Fine. Fine. *Grabs the entire caf machine, stops as he notes Mira's quizzical stare* What? I get sleepy.
I led Dusty over to the barn and took off his saddle, and replaced it with a saddle blancket bareback pad that I made. "If you want a scarf or something to cover your hair so people won't recognize you, we can stop at you house on the way." I tightened the girth.
Joe don - "That's okay, I won't need it."
MIRA: That's what she said.
Blanche - "Okay. Are you ready?" I led Dusty over to the bucket and Joe don followed. I got on and moved Duster a couple steps forward so Joe don could get on. "Thanks" As Dusty stepped out, Joe don put his arms around my waist and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my whole body.
ANAKIN: Speaking of electricity, the hell is the Supreme Chancellor? He could really help us out here...
CANDEROUS: Can't, Annie; I doubt he could teleport into the RAVAGER --
(Cue that happening)
ANAKIN: Aaah!
PALPATINE: Anakin -- calm down.
(Beat)
ANAKIN: Force am I glad to see you, Palpatine! We're in a bit of a situation here...
PALPATINE: What sort?
TERRI CLARK: Really bad Rascal Flatts Mary Sue fic here.
PALPATINE: ...oh dear. *He sits down, closes his eyes* This is going to hurt...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Great idea! That was delicious." Joe don said as he licked the last of the ice cream off of his spoon.
Blanche - "Thanks. There is nothing better than ice cream on a hot day."
ANAKIN (deadpan): These guys make my lines sound like Shakespeare.
TERRI CLARK (chuckling): Ouch.
Joe don - "Yeah." I got up and threw my cup in the trash and sat down next to Joe don. He scooted closer and put his arm around my shoulders. "Blanche..." He said softly. I looked up and he pulled me close and kissed me softly on the mouth.
ANAKIN: *Prepares the cyanide pills he's been saving for this occasion*
If you've managed to get through this, thanks a bunch. :) And congrats. ^__^
So, anyways, I don't own anything, I mean no discomfort, yadda yadda yadda...*Sighs* And I hope you enjoy. ^__^
In the not too distant past,
In the Telos Academy
Darth Traya and Master Atris,
Were hatching an evil scheme
They hired an ex-Jedi named Arawn Sinn,
Just a regular jane they had some issues with
Their experiment needed a good test case,
So they conked her on the noggin,
And they shot her into space! ("GET ME DOWN!!!")
"We'll send her cheesy fanfics,
"The worst we can find (la-la-la)
"She'll have to sit and read them all,
"And we'll monitor her mind (la-la-la)
Now keep in mind Arawn can't control,
Where the movies begin or end (la-la-la)
She'll try to keep his sanity,
With the help of some unlikely friends
Ebon Hawk Roll Call:
Atton ("I hear you")
Kreia ("So it may seem...")
T3 ("Dee-deet!")
Bao-Dur ("Yes, General?")
Handmaiden ("Ready.")
Visas ("My life is yours.")
Mira ("Let's move out.")
Mical ("Something you need of me?")
HK! ("Query: Is there someone you need killed, Master?")
G0-T00000000 ("What have you brought me?")
If you're wondering how they eat and breathe,
And other STAR WARS facts (la-la-la)
Just repeat to yourself, "It's just a show,
I should really just relax".
For... TRANSMISSION HAWK MASTERPIECE THEATER 3000!
[INT. COLONEL TOBIN'S QUARTERS -- NIGHT.
After a short porn break, the crew's back to MSTing the fic.]
"Good! Shorten your reins an inch." I instructed. "And halt at X." (the center of the arena) Joe don turned Dusty at E and then halted perfectly on X.
Joe don - "How was that?"
Blanche - "Perfect!!
TERRI CLARK (mischievous): That's what she said.
BOBA FETT: Oh...you just had to go with that, didn't you? Seriously...
TERRI CLARK (smiling): Yes. Yes, I did.
Move his shoulders towards me and dismount on the right side." Joe don moved Duster's shoulders over and dismounted on the "off side".
BOBA FETT: *Gingerly fingers the caffeine pills he has in his pocket*
Blanche - "Hey, you wanna go into town and get some ice cream?''
Joe don - "Sure, sounds good."
Blanche - "Okay, then, I'll untack Dusty and put on his bareback pad, and then we can ride double in to town."
ANAKIN: Good *Force* this is boring! Do you have any juma around here --
TOBIN: No, but we do have caf.
ANAKIN: Fine. Fine. *Grabs the entire caf machine, stops as he notes Mira's quizzical stare* What? I get sleepy.
I led Dusty over to the barn and took off his saddle, and replaced it with a saddle blancket bareback pad that I made. "If you want a scarf or something to cover your hair so people won't recognize you, we can stop at you house on the way." I tightened the girth.
Joe don - "That's okay, I won't need it."
MIRA: That's what she said.
Blanche - "Okay. Are you ready?" I led Dusty over to the bucket and Joe don followed. I got on and moved Duster a couple steps forward so Joe don could get on. "Thanks" As Dusty stepped out, Joe don put his arms around my waist and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my whole body.
ANAKIN: Speaking of electricity, the hell is the Supreme Chancellor? He could really help us out here...
CANDEROUS: Can't, Annie; I doubt he could teleport into the RAVAGER --
(Cue that happening)
ANAKIN: Aaah!
PALPATINE: Anakin -- calm down.
(Beat)
ANAKIN: Force am I glad to see you, Palpatine! We're in a bit of a situation here...
PALPATINE: What sort?
TERRI CLARK: Really bad Rascal Flatts Mary Sue fic here.
PALPATINE: ...oh dear. *He sits down, closes his eyes* This is going to hurt...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Great idea! That was delicious." Joe don said as he licked the last of the ice cream off of his spoon.
Blanche - "Thanks. There is nothing better than ice cream on a hot day."
ANAKIN (deadpan): These guys make my lines sound like Shakespeare.
TERRI CLARK (chuckling): Ouch.
Joe don - "Yeah." I got up and threw my cup in the trash and sat down next to Joe don. He scooted closer and put his arm around my shoulders. "Blanche..." He said softly. I looked up and he pulled me close and kissed me softly on the mouth.
ANAKIN: *Prepares the cyanide pills he's been saving for this occasion*
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Date: 2011-04-12 12:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-12 12:45 am (UTC)(In fact, let's say I'm -- lovingly -- poking fun at Anakin in these MSTs. I actually have a part coming up in another Let's Read I'm planning that he tries to help Atton when certain parts -- well-written but scary -- cause Beer Enema flashbacks via dousing him with water, but misses and clocks Atton in the head with the pitcher. XD Because let's face it, the poor boy is basically made to suffer. :( *Hugs him*)
And yeah...let's say Terri's shaping up to be one of my favorite characters here. Trust me. ^__^
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Date: 2011-04-12 01:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-12 01:04 am (UTC)