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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 01:04 am (UTC)