Other Fan Fiction ❯ Within my Ebony Heart Meta-MST ❯ Within my Ebon Heart Meta-MST ( Chapter 1 )

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Disclaimer: Mystery Science Theater is the property of Best Brains inc. Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends belongs to their original owners (don't know who they are :P). The original fic is the property of MacXBlooLOVER, and the original mst is the property of the original mster, who has given me permission to meta-mst this.

With that said, on with the meta-mst!

Within My Ebony Heart meta-mst

MST #9

In a not too distant future,

Somewhere, in time and space.

Mike Nelson and his robot pals

are trapped in an evil place.

They try to survive, the wrath of Pearl,

just an evil gal who wants to rule the world.

In her castle below, she sets her sights above,

just to torture all the captains on the satellite of lo-ove!

PEARL: I'LL…GET…YOU!!!

PEARL: I'll send them cheesy web posts.

The worst, I can find. (lalala)

He'll have to sit and read them all,

while I monitor his mind. (lalala)

Now keep in mind Mike can't control

where the postings begin or end. (lalala)

He'll have to keep his sanity

with the help of his robot friends.

<<<Robot Roll Call>>>

CAMBOT! (You're on!)

GYPSY! (Oh my!)

TOM SERVO! (Let me at `em!)

CROOOW! (We want out!)

If you're wondering how they eat and breathe,

and other science facts. (lalala)

Then repeat to yourself it's just a post,

you should really just relax, for….

Mystery Science Theater 3000…..

[1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, Bridge ]

[S.O.L.]

Mike Nelson was just doing nothing. Yes. Sitting there and doing nothing. It wasn't until Cambot zoomed in his direction that he finally turned around to speak.

“Oh, hi. Welcome to another episode of Mystery Science Theater. Right now, nothing of interest is going on, so I'm just sitting here to pass the time until I find something—“

He was interrupted by a small blue creature walking in front of him. It was the size of Tom Servo, looked like a blob, had eyes and a mouth, and had weird appendages that resembled arms. The creature looked at Mike and waved.

“Hello.” It said. “My name is Bloo. Don't mind me. I accidentally found my way over here, so I'm just taking the liberty of exploring.” After saying that, it walked in the opposite direction.

Before Mike could say anything, the mad lights flashed. Not knowing what to do next, he answered it.

[Castle Forrester]

“Hello, Nelson.” Pearl answered. “I heard from your little bots that you were all suffering from a boredom problem, and needed alleviation.”

[S.O.L.]

Mike knew better, unlike Tom and Crow, to ever ask Pearl to alleviate boredom.

“That's okay, Pearl. I'm sure we'll find something—“

[Castle Forrester]

“Oh but I insist.” She interrupted. “That's why I sent that imaginary friend with you. It's from some show about imaginary friends. But that doesn't matter. I felt even more generous, and decided to let you guys read a fic to pass the time. Who knows? Maybe it'll give you the inspiration you need to pick yourselves up again.” Then she turned to Observer, who was next to her the whole time. “Brain Guy. Send `em the fic.” Then she smiled at Mike. “Well, enjoy.” Then she cut transmission.

[S.O.L.]

Seconds later, the bots entered.

“Sorry about that.” Tom said. “We didn't know she was going to send a fic to watch along with it.”

“Yeah.” Crow added. “But it was fun to play with the inter-dimensional portal.”

“Yeah, I guess that's true.” Mike said. “Wait a minute. You left the satellite without telling me?”

Before he could further ponder the situation, the alarms went off.

“Too late! We got movie sign!”

Suddenly, Bloo rushed in.

“A movie? Can I watch? Will I be in it? Will it be good?

“Yes. Yes. Most likely. Doubtful. Now let's hurry inside!”

And the group rushed to the theater, with Bloo rushing in seconds after them.

[6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Theater]

*Everyone takes their seats. Bloo rushes in seconds later, and sits next to Tom.*

>>BLOO: *to Mike* So I'm really going to be in this movie?

>>MIKE: Most likely, but don't feel too proud.

>>BLOO: Why?

>>MIKE: You'll see.

AN/

ok this is my first story ever. i love fosters home for imaginry friends i hope

u like my story.

>>TOM: Don't you just hate it when a fan can't even spell the name of their favorite show?

please leave lots of reviews thank u if you review.

>>BLOO: Curse `u' if you don't.

i hope u

like my story!

>Michael: "I already have a feeling that this is going to be a very sucky

fanfic"

TOM: Wow, what gave you that idea?

CROW: What? No host segment? No title? No warnings?

BLOO: We're obviously dealing with unprofessional msters here.

>Rave: "don't be surprised if I get angry..."

MIKE: *as Bruce Banner* You wouldn't like me when I'm angry…

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BLOO: Isn't only one line necessary?

It was a warm suny day at fosters.

CROW: And no disclaimers? No title? No chapter number?

BLOO: We're obviously dealing with unprofessional writers here.

TOM: Déjà vu.

mac walked up too the house and knocked the

door. hello mac, said frankie when she opened the door.

CROW: *as Frankie* Come to pick up your quotation marks?

hello frankie he

said.

>Kent: "where's the dailogue?"

MIKE: You tell me.

>Donny: "it's in the first chopped up

sentence... Somewhere..."

BLOO: Is this the fic or the mst he's talking about?

>Rave: "looks like someone hasn't learned how to

write stories properly.. Neither did they learn what quotation marks are..."

TOM: Looks like someone hasn't learned how to punctuate properly…Neither did they learn what funny is.

>Michael: "what's 'suny'?"

>Donny: "dunno..."

CROW: It's Cher's ex.

MIKE: That's Sonny.

CROW: Oh.

mac was 16 years old (AN/ this takes place 9 years in the future)

>Michael: "how old is he in the actual cartoon?"

>Kent: "uh.... I think 8"

>Donny: *counts* "wow, this author needs to count, they're about one year

off..."

BLOO: *counts* He's right!

he had become a goth.

MIKE: Nine years of having no real friends will do that to you.

his long hair was all black, with red tips. he had a black

evanasence t shirt that was tight on his body and showed of his rock hard abbs.

and he had fishnet sleeves and baggy pants wit lots of chains. his boots was big

and made of metal.

CROW: So he became a goth from San Francisco?

>Rave: "wow... Mac goth, can't imagine it, sorry! Oh, and for the record, if

there was such this as boots completly made of metal, then that would be bad if

something dropped on their foot..."

>All the guys: "...ouch..."

TOM: Um, doesn't she mean that it would be bad if Mac stepped on `peoples' feet?

BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO he shouted as soon as he walked in because

bloo was doing grafeeti on the wall.

CROW: What an interesting way to spell `graffiti.'

BLOORAGARD Q KOZOO he said.

MIKE: *to Bloo* That's your last name?

BLOO: I-I'm not sure.

bloo stopped doing grafeeti and looked at mac. bloo had a fishnet shirt on. he

had been working out it showed his hot body.

BLOO: But I don't need a shirt to do that! I already don't wear a shirt!

he also had lots of black eyeliner

and black lipstick and 20 peircings.

MIKE: So Bloo turned into an imaginary pin cushion.

BLOO: That's not funny!

>Donny: "excuse my ignorance, but I don't think that Bloo would be that kind of

character to wear lipstick, eyeliner, AND have 20 peircings... Oh, and also, how

could he have a 'hot body' when he's just a blob?"

CROW: True, but maybe he became a `gay' blob.

BLOO: Am not!

>Kent: "where would the

peircings go...?"

>Donny: "don't think too hard now..."

CROW: I can think of a few places, but all would be painful.

BLOO: Stop making fun of me!

he pulled out a cigerate and lit it and started smoking.

MIKE: Underage smoking. What will they think of next?

mac did to and they

stood there smoking together everyone watched them they were all jealous because

mac and bloo were the coolest people in the whole town.

TOM: I didn't catch that all because it happened so fast, but did they just say that the two biggest Goths/dorks were the coolest people in town?

BLOO: Since when were Goths ever cool?
CROW: Since when were Mac and Bloo ever cool?

BLOO: *glares*

even mr harriman new

they were cool and he didnt punish bloo for the grafeeti.

CROW: Or it could've been out of fear from another swirly.

>Michael: "smoking in a children's cartoon?!?"

>Rave: "son of a...!"

CROW: Hermaphrodites and goddesses with speech impediments?!?

MIKE: Son of a…!

frankie had changed alot she had really big boobs they were DDs and sexy legs.

BOTS: *snickering*

MIKE: Remembering that `Erotic Torture Chamber' fic, huh.

BOTS: Yeah.

she was waring a tight corset and a realy short black skirt and fishnet panty

hose. everyone loved her because she was so sexy.

BLOO: Sure, they all loved her before, but hey! That's just my opinion.

>Rave: "and sexuality also?!? Where the fuck is the author, I'm going to kill

them!"

MIKE: What makes her think it's plural?

All the guys: *restraining Rave* "easy there, don't kill, etc,

etc"

BLOO: Man, talk about lazy!

then wilt walked up. wilt was dressed in all black just like mac he had become a

goth because it had been 9 years and he wasnt adopted. edwardo and coco had been

adopted and he hadnt. he said to mac, hey can i have a smoke mac gave him a

cigerate and he started smoking it.

CROW: You know, they should just change the name of the show to “Foster's Home for Imaginary Goths from San Francisco.”

>Rave: "NOW THEY'VE GONE TOO FAR!!! THEY CHANGED WILT WHEN HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE

SMILING!!!! AND PLUS THEY'RE SMOKING!!!111!!!! ARGHHH!!!!1!!! *destroys stuffed

bunnies*

BOTS: *angrily* Hey!

BLOO: Something wrong?

TOM: Not really. Only the fact that THEY'RE DESTROYING HELPLESS TOYS!

MIKE: *to Bloo* They haven't been the same since that Gumby cartoon.

>Kent: "great, when she starts to destroy stuffed bunnies, then

the author has gone too far..."

>Donny and Michael: "amen"

CROW: Yeah, and while she's at it, why doesn't she destroy the microwave and the dryer too?!

MIKE: Look on the bright side. At least they're not taking apart robots.

wilt was mostly sad because he had been going out with edwardo and then he got

adopted.

CROW: *to Bloo* So your friends are gay?

BLOO: No…at least, I don't think so.

he was sad he would never see his bf again. and now they had 2 children

without a home.

TOM: Oh that makes…what?

MIKE: Maybe they adopted?

TOM: From an imaginary adoption agency?

MIKE: *shrugs*

wilts daughter, liianna raev'n azuriia la'rosa

ebonness-kiiandra,

MIKE: Hooray for Latino stereotypes!

was 5 years old and looked just like him except she was

purple and she had long white hair and eyes that changed color every day. his

son, wilt edwardo jr looked like edwardo but red. and he was 3 years old.

CROW: Wait wait wait wait, back up! I may not be an expert at human genetics, but how is this even possible?

BLOO: *shrugs* Maybe they imagined it?

>Donny: "someone's parents didn't talk to them about how to make babies..."

>Kent: "Ooh! I can do that! When a mommy and daddy love each other veeerrryy

much--"

>Everyone: "SHUT UP!"

MIKE: *as `everyone'* You're embarrassing us!

suddenly there was a knock on the door!

>everyone: *gasp!*

MIKE: *as Kent* Ooh! I can do that!

TO BE CONTINUED

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AN/ srri its so short i tryed to make it longer but i wanted to keep up the

supsense.

BLOO: What suspense? It was too short! Not that I'm complaining.

TOM: You're thinking of `suspense.' This is `supsense', something I'm assuming is different.

i promise ill update soon please R&R

MIKE: Rest and relaxation?

i like lots of reviews plz.

>Michael: "yeah, here's a R&R,

BOTS: *make snoring noises*

1. You suck, you get a -1,000,000

BLOO: Oh please! That is `so' last generation!

2. Review? Sure, I'll put it bluntly, you suck, you never learned how to write

properly,

CROW: I can point out here about the pot calling the kettle black, but I don't like to complain a lot.

you probably watch too many things from the media, that you would only

pay attention to the supposed stereotypical 'goth'.

CROW: So by that logic, the stereotypical Goth is a gay guy who chain smokes.

Oh, and also, learn where

babies come from; from the right person.

CROW: So Michael Jackson wouldn't be the first person to go to.

Here, man and woman. babies don't come

from man X man... At least I hope not... Learn how to count also..."

BLOO: Man X man?

TOM: Duh! We already knew that babies don't come from Charles Xaviers school of the gifted.

>Rave: *after finishing her killing spree* "now that's done with, what

now?"

BOTS: *Glaring*

MIKE: It's almost over, guys.

>Donny: "we have to work on the other chapters of this peice of

shit..."

>Kent: "I'll get the Riddilin medications for Rave..."

MIKE: And while you're at it, an anger management therapist.

(I don't own any of teh OOC Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends you see you

here... I don't even own the original, I only own my own

characters...)

BLOO: …who seem to have as much issues as the fic characters themselves.

*The group leaves the theater*

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[1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, Bridge]

Mike stood there shaking his head while Tom and Crow had three dolls and a bunch of bunny rabbit toys sprawled all over the floor. Bloo was with them, except instead of frowning, he was grinning mischievously.

“Guys.” He started. “Just because Rave and her friends destroyed bunny plushies, doesn't mean you're allowed to exact revenge.”

“You wouldn't understand, being a human and all.” Crow retorted. “To you, a plushie is just a toy. But to a machine, its life is just as valuable as any living creature. It's just like saying our lives are less significant than a humans.”

“But that's `not' what you're saying, right Mike?” Tom quipped.

“No, of course not!”

“Then let us continue!” Then he turned to Bloo. “You may do the honors.”

Bloo then picked up the Rave doll, and moved her like you would a Barbie doll. “Arr! I hate watching bad movies, so I'm going to take my anger out on poor defenseless bunnies!”

Tom and Crow, of course, were controlling the Donny and Michael dolls. “Don't! Stop! Etc, etc!”

“Then try to stop me!”

“Nah. We don't care about bunnies enough to save them from slaughter. You go ahead and do your worst.”

And with that, Bloo used the Rave doll to bash the heads of the little bunnies. Suddenly, Gypsy came in with a Richard Basehart doll. Mike looked strangely, but the bots just shrugged.

“Hi. I'm Richard Basehart.” Gypsy started with her Richard Basehart impersonation. “Unlike you evil creatures, I care about all things, living and non-living! I'll teach you to murder the innocent!”

And then she used the Richard doll to knock out the Rave, Michael, and Donny dolls. After that, she threw them in the air-lock. The bots then rushed to the window, and she used Richards hand to push the release button, sending the dolls to float in space. Finally, a laser fired from the satellite, obliterating the dolls. The bots and Bloo gave a big cheer, while Mike stood there, shaking his head.

“A little extreme, don't you think?” He asked. “After all, it was only fiction.”

“Yeah, but it was fun!” Bloo answered for them. “I'm glad I thought of it.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

Before he could answer, the alarms rang.

“Well, no time to think about it. We got fic sign!”

And with that, the group rushed to the theater.

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[6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Theater ]

*everyone takes their same seats as before.*

BLOO: This is wishful thinking, but I hope I'm not in this one.

It was three in the morning, and it was Kent's turn to find something for the

group to MST,

CROW: What happened to Donny?

and he was pre-reading the second supposed chapter to 'Within My

Ebony Heart', when all of the sudden, the door burst open, and the screaming

lungs of Finch just scared the living daylight out of him.

TOM: And what happened to Michael?

"WTF?!?" He shouted,

MIKE: Because it's common to use shorthand when talking in real life.

and turned around, only to be relieved to see the rest of

the group turning on the stereo,

"did you find something?" Donny asked.

TOM: Oh, there he is.

CROW: A warning of character changing would've been nice.

Kent just nodded, and showed them their

next case, and so, they went to their theatre, where they just got ready for the

stupidity of the author.

MIKE: I know that the fic is stupid, but aren't they still calling the kettle black?

(Note that we didn't participate in writing this fanfic. If we did, then it

would've been way better than this peice of crap)

BLOO: Instead of having of being `very' crappy, it would only be `semi' crappy.

MIKE: A lesser of two evils.

ok thanx for the reviews everyone!

CROW: Mike? Did we just jump into the fic, or is this still the mst?

MIKE: The fic, I think.

i love reviews so if u havent reviewed yet

plz do heres chapter 2 without any further delay lol.

TOM: You mean people actually reviewed?

CROW: Maybe the author isn't partial to what kinds of reviews are received.

oh and btw pitbullady,

*BLOO and BOTS*: *snickering*

srri but idk what your talking about

BLOO: Good, `cause neither do we.

my story is NOT a joke and NOT GARBAGE

TOM: So the author `isn't' partial to what kinds of reviews are received!

BLOO: She `is' joking, right?

plz if u dont like it dont read it! and dont FLAME!

TOM: *falsetto* But it's like a train wreck in which I `must' view its disastrous monstrosity!

everyone else plz R&R plz

just no flaming ok!

TOM: *as author* It's okay for me to hurt your brains, but it's not okay for you to hurt my ego!

Michael: "pfft... FLAME FLAME FLAME!!!! Ok done... *sarcastically* lol"

TOM: And you, sir, have no right to flame!

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frankie walked over to answer the door she opened it and coco was standing

there! COCO frankie said she was in shock! coco said coco

MIKE: Okay, so what's so great about saying that?

>Rave: *roughly translates* "OMG, A TRANSVESTITE!!!!"

BLOO: Where?

(translaton/ frankie!)

>Kent: "well, you were close..."

BLOO: Hey! Only I get to insult Frankie!

frankie eyes filled with tears she had secretly been in love with cocoo

MIKE: But wasn't it `Coco' a second ago?

>Michael: "cocoo? You mean Frankie's been having a secret affair with that Coco

puff bird?!?"

TOM: That's `Sonny', not `cocoo'. Sheesh! It doesn't even sound the same!

before she got adopted she thoght she would never see her again. she had been

so sad and almost comitted sucide but mac stopped her they were bffs now and mac

was the only thing keeping her alive.

CROW: Okay, anybody get what's going on?

TOM: Well I think I got the gist of it, but it said something about Frankie trying to kill herself, Mac stopping her, something about boys and two friends, and Mac keeping her alive.

but now she had coco again COCO she said

still shocked.

coco had DD brests too and long sexy legs

BOTS: *laughing hard*

MIKE: *smiles* DD breasts will never be the same to us ever again.

BLOO: Especially coming from a freaky looking bird.

she was wearing big black pumps and

fishnet stokings. she had a black thong on and a black bra that barely covered

her hot body

MIKE: Is it just me, or is anyone else getting ill from all this zoophilia?

CROW: It's just you. If she were made of metal, she'd make for one sexy robot.

TOM: Same here.

BLOO: It's definitely just you. I always found it hard to look at Coco.

>Donny: "and then the police came and arrested the OOC character who posed as

Coco"

>Everyone: "the end"

BLOO: They call that a dark riff?

as frankie looked at her she felt herself geting horny.

>Kent: "getting horny off an imaginary friend... And having a bird fetish...

Wow, she must NOT have a life..."

MIKE: Oh you'd be surprised.

CROW: After seeing someone get off on a cartoon cat, you've pretty much seen everything.

>Rave: "just like the author!"

CROW: No need for low-blows, miss bunny killer!

coco had also died her hair long and hot pink she had lots of make up on that

made her even more beutiful.

MIKE: As beautiful as a clown.

BLOO: Wait, so how exactly can someone dye their hair long?

>Michael: "ah, things to make certain people uglier..."

BLOO: Or things to make ugly birds uglier, for that matter.

>Donny: "back in my day... those certain things would make women beautiful..."

TOM: Ah, so he must've lived in the Stone Age when women looked like cave trolls.

>Rave: "it's only on imaginary OOC friends that make up and such makes them uglier..."

MIKE: And on a prostitute for that matter.

>All the guys: "oh..."

CROW: About as sharp as a wet noodle, aren't they.

coco coco co co co co cococo coco coco cooooooooco cococo co said coco.

CROW: Damn! Is that thing really that annoying?

BLOO: You have no idea.

>Kent: *roughly translates* "OMG, WTF YOU TRANSVESTITE, YOU ATE MY

SNICKERDOODLES!!!!11!!!!!"

BLOO: What's with the transvestite jokes? Frankie is obviously a woman!

CROW: How can you tell?

BLOO: Let's just say that I found something unappealing when I was searching under her bed.

(translation/ frankie i missed you so much im glad too see you i have some thing

to tell you)

CROW: *as Coco* I'm eloping with Big Bird next week!

what is it said frankie. coco held her hand and said cocoo coco co co co co co

co co cococo co coco cooooooo co co coooooococo

CROW: Translation; I'm cuckoo for Coco Puffs!

>Michael: *roughly translates* "no matter, you shall become my whore, and when

I'm through with you, you'll wish that you were straight..."

TOM: I guess it puts a new meaning to `scared straight'.

(translation/ frankie you are most beutiful person i know

MIKE:…Outside my species.

i love you i have

always loved you)

>Donny: "darn, so close!"

CROW: About as close as the Earth from the Sun.

then she blushed and looked awy knowing that frankie was so hot she probably had

a bf or gf already.

frankie gasp and started crying she slowly leaned toward coco. coco i love you

to, she said. i have always loved you i was to scared to tell you. i thought you

would'nt love me back.

MIKE: Is this supposed to be romantic moment? I can't tell.

>Rave (as Frankie): "because you always had a dominatrix streak to you..."

coco said coco cococo co co co cocoooooo co coco.

CROW: Translation; Why can't I shut the hell up?

>Kent: *roughly translates* "You bet bitch, now on your knees!!!"

MIKE: Knowing the content of this fic, that's not too far from the truth.

(translatin/ omg frankie im so happy i love you!)

TOM: It's not everyday when you encounter a mst in which both the original author and the mst'er use shorthand.

CROW: Or writing problems for that matter.

>Rave: "totally opposite..."

then theyre eyes met. and they leaned forward kissing each other pasionatly on

the lips

>Donny: "and beak!"

MIKE: Now there's an image I could've done without.

BLOO: Yuck! Same here!

CROW: I dunno. If she were a robot, that would look kinda sexy.

everyone watched in shock!

BLOO: *as Mac* Oh my gosh! Frankie has zoophilia!

they all thought they were so sexy and perfect they

were a good cuple.

CROW: Forget what I said earlier. This show should now be called “Foster's home for Imaginary freaks”.

they maked out for a while getting more and more

passinite.

>Michael: "they 'maked out' for a while getting more and more 'passinite'...

Anyone want to translate?"

TOM: I'm kind of afraid to.

>Kent: "meaning that they were getting

horny..."

>Everyone: "ooohhhh!!!"

BLOO: Oohh! You mean they were amazed by it?

>Raven: "these kids and their hip young lingo..."

MIKE: So I'm assuming Raven is in her thirties.

suddenly madam foster walked downstairs. FRANKIE! COCO! she screamed as soon as

she saw them they gasped and stopped making out and looked at her.

TOM: *as Madame Foster* I take a nap for a short while, and you turn this place into a gothic freak house?!

FRANKIE WHAT

ARE YOU DOING! GET AWAY FROM HER I DONT WANT YOU NEAR HER madam foster

screamed.

BLOO: Well Madam Foster seems to be in character.

MIKE: I guess she's just trying to set some order in her now chaotic business.

>Donny (as Madam Foster): "BECAUSE SHE COULD BE INFECTED WITH THE BIRD

FLU!!!!!!!1!11!!!!"

CROW: Looks like someone slipped when holding the `shift' button.

frankie started to cry she said

MIKE: *as Frankie* Thank you so much for freeing us from his hellhole!

GRANDMA PLEASE I CAN MAKE MY OWN DICISIONS NOW

LEAVE ME ALONE!

TOM: *as Madame Foster* Nonsense! You can't even spell `decisions'! What makes you think you can make one?

I LOVE COCO I DONT CARE WHAT YOU THINK

CROW: *as Frankie* AND I DON'T CARE WHAT SOCIETY, GOD, OR COMMON SENSE THINKS! I LOVE SCREWING BIRDS!

>Michael (as Frankie): "I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK IF I TOLD YOU THAT I

MASTURBATED IN YOUR BEDROOM WHILE WATCHING YOUR SPECIAL DVDS!!!!! ...Crap, I

said too much...."

BOTS: *snickering*

BLOO: Finally, a good riff.

then she turned and ran out the door and slammed it.

CROW: Hitting her ass on the way out.

into the poring rain she

ran and ran and ran into the forest until the house was out of sight. then she

collapse.

MIKE: Well that was sudden.

>Donny: "whoops, the bird flu got to her..."

BLOO: You mean they were right?

TO BE CONTINUEd

BLOO: No thanks. I don't think my stomach can take another chapter.

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i hope u like chapter 2! i had fun writing it i thought it was even better than

chapter 1 lol.

BLOO: Well, if you consider lesbian zoophilia better than gay Goths, then yeah, you may be right.

plz R&R but NO FLAMERS! coughpitbulladycoguh lol

MIKE: Amongst the many, many other flamers she probably has.

>Rave: "please no more crappy fanfics! coughmacXblooLOVERcough... lol...."

CROW: Hehehe.

TOM: It's too bad the riffs didn't get better until `after' its end.

MIKE: Well, let's go.

*And the group leaves the theater.*

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[1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, Bridge]

When the group exited the theater, Bloo spoke up.

“Well, that was great and all, but I need to get back to my world. I'm hungry, and I think Mac is bringing over some cookies.”

“Well, okay. Don't be a stranger now.” Mike said as he waved to Bloo, whom didn't even wait for Mike to finish before leaving. “That was kind of rude.”

“Yeah, but he was pretty cool.” Tom said. “Well, I'm going to go and shoot some more Raven dolls.”

“And I'm going to go online and make fun of emos.” Crow said.

So the both of them left, leaving Mike alone again.

“Well, I guess I'll just do what I was doing before.”

Which is what he did---which was nothing.

End of meta-mst

A/N: Well, that's it. I hope you enjoyed it. Again, I think the original mst'er for giving me permission to do this.

If anyone wants to review me, just review via review box or send an email to evil_reviewer@hotmail.com

~~~ >Rave: *after finishing her killing spree* "now that's done with, what

now?" ~~~