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Ask the Entities
Hi, readers! (sings ala Sting) It's the starting of a brand new year (stops
singing) and here is the latest fic from your favorite entity trio! This
reveals some things about us...
Ask The Entities!
By Blackeyez, Psycho, and N. Igma
(Curtain rises)
Blackeyez: Hello, and welcome to the first edition of.
Blackeyez, N. Igma, and Psycho: ASK THE ENTITIES!
Audience: Yaaayyy!!!
Psycho: But WE'RE not the only onesth ansthering questhionsth, kiddies! We
alstho have the fanfic charactersth with usth!
Fanfic characters: (waving) HI!!!
Blackeyez: But first, let's get our mailbag.
(A giant mailbag falls from the ceiling and lands on Blackeyez's head. What
also falls are three comfy chairs, three mugs, and a coffeepot filled to the
brim.)
N. Igma: Like it? I got them from The Tonight Show!
Blackeyez: (straining to get the mailbag off his back) It's.wonderful.
Psycho: I esthpesthlly like the coffee! Nisth touch!
Jay Leno: (watching the program on TV) Hey! Thats where my mugs went!
(The entities sit in their chairs. N. Igma pours everyone some coffee. He
then puts two lumps of sugar in his cup and hands Blackeyez the sugar bowl.
Blackeyez puts three in his mug and gives Psycho the bowl. Psycho pours the
whole dang sugar bowl in his mug.)
Blackeyez: Now to business. N. Igma, we happen to have a whole separate
mailbag for you.
N. Igma: (takes the bag, which is as big as he is) Good Lord! I'll start
right away! (Reads first letter) "Dear N. Igma: Why won't you take off your
hood? I want to see what your face looks like." (Tosses it in the fireplace)
Screw that one. Next.(pulls out another letter) "Dear N. Igma: What does
your face look like?" Stupid kids! (Throws it in fireplace and grabs another
fistful of letters) "Dear N. Igma: Take off your hood, please." "Dear N.
Igma: What does your face look like?" "Dear N. Igma: What's with the hood?"
"Dear N. Igma".
Psycho: We'll just leave Iggy to his mail.
N. Igma: DON'T CALL ME THAT!
Blackeyez: Iggy, Iggy, Iggy.(N. Igma throws his reading lamp at Blackeyez.
It clocks him in the head and breaks.)
Psycho: Here'sth our next letter: "Dear Blackeyez: Why are your eyes black?"
Blackeyezth?
Blackeyez: Well, a long time ago I worked in a genetics lab, when Team
Rocket broke in and set a terrorist bomb! I blew up everything, including my
irises! Now my eyes are a nice, shiny black!
Psycho: I thought you were justht born that way.
Blackeyez: SHADDAP!!!
Psycho: Nexstht letter: "Dear Psycho: Are you gay?" What a dumb questhion!
Justht causthe I have a lispth doesthn't mean I'm like that! Phooey!
James: I get accused of that a lot too.
Blackeyez: Next. "Dear Entities: How did you create Josh, Matt, and Ian? I
mean, how did you make them the way they are personality-wise?" Good
question! We actually put a bit of our real selves in our characters.
N. Igma: Our characters are exaggerated versions of who we are in real life.
Now, for my 23rd letter: "Dear N. Igma: What's under your hood?" (Chucks in
fire) There goes another one.
Psycho: Let'sth get the mailbag for the charactersth.
Blackeyez: Does that mean. (The bag drops on his head) Yes, it does. Ouch.
You know, saiyans only get stronger after they've been defeated!
Psycho: Whatever. Here'sth one for Asth and Misthty. "Are you going out?"
Ash: Going out is, uh.such a strong term.
Misty: We're just friends!
Blackeyez: Then why are you sitting in Ash's lap?
Misty: Uh.we're short a chair?
Psycho: (pushes in a spare chair) Yeah, ssssssssuuuuurrrrrrrreeeeeee. (Misty
sits in it)
Blackeyez: Our next letter. "What about Jessie and James? Are they
together?"
Jessie: Of course not! Isn't that right James?
James: (staring at Jessie) Uhhh.yeah, whatever you say, Jessie.
Meowth: Ahhh, put your eyes back in your head and your tongue back in your
mouth, love-boid!
N. Igma: More on these rumored relationships in later fics. "Dear N. Igma:
TAKE OFF YOUR HOOD! NOW!!!" Tsk.number 67 was pushy. (Throws into flames) Oh
well. On to letter 68!
Blackeyez: "Dear Josh: Hello, you smoking hunk of burning passion! Why don't
you come to my house and I can give you some sweet love! I've got some
friends who can hook up with Matt and Ian, too!"
Josh: Yessssssss!!! (Turns to Misty) And YOU said I couldn't get a date if
my life depended on it!
Misty: I don't.believe it.
Blackeyez: Wait! "P.S.: Gotcha!"
Josh: ..NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Misty: HA!!!
Psycho: For Matt: "Who are your favorite artists?"
Matt: Ummm, Metallica, Blink-182, Pink Floyd, Creed, Collective Soul.
Ian: We get the idea. Yeesh, I thought you were gonna take all night. Any
letters for me?
Blackeyez: Uh, yeah! "Ian, you are my favorite character! What are the plans
for G/S?"
Ian: I'm glad you asked. The entities tell us we'll be getting new Pokémon
soon.
N. Igma: It's true! That fic will be next!
Brock: Hey, what about me?!
Blackeyez: Nothing but this card that says "From the Sailor Scouts:
XOXOXOXOXO"
Brock: GIMME THAT! (Rips off the envelope) Hey, this is from the I.R.S.!
Everyone else: HAHA!
Brock: No fair.
N. Igma: I'm not doing much better with my mail. Letter #148: "Dear N. Igma:
Why don't you take off our hood?" This is getting just a teeny bit annoying
now. (Throws into fire, which has gotten huge by now) Let's now turn to our
bag of idiot mail.
Blackeyez: Yikes!!! (Blackeyez narrowly dodges the falling sack of letters)
HA! MISSED!
N. Igma: Ooops, that's the bag of bills. (Another mailbag drops from the sky
and nestles itself in Blackeyez's skull) Oh, there's our idiot mailbag!
Silly me.
Blackeyez: THAT DOES IT!!! (Blackeyez screams in rage and turns into a Super
Saiyan.)
Psycho: Ohhh, that'sth what he meant by that back there!
Blackeyez: You're toast, N. Igma!!!
(Blackeyez powers up a Kamehameha. N. Igma whips out a remote control and
pushes a button. Lightning strikes Blackeyez.)
Blackeyez: Ack.how'd you do that?
N. Igma: Special wiring.
Brock: (looking at the bag of bills) Agh, now the electric bill's even
HIGHER!!!
Psycho: Heresth a dumb letter. "Dear Morons: POKEMON SUX!!! SO DO YOUR
FICS!!!" Hmph! If you hate Pokémon stho much, why did you read our ficsth?
Blackeyez: Another letter from an incompetent fool. "Dear Idiot Entities:
You are
LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Psycho: I wonder who sthent usth that? (Everyone falls over in stupidity)
Gary: Ha ha!
Blackeyez: Guards! Seize him! (Beefy security guards grab Gary)
Ian: Hey Oak, is that your hair, or did a weasel jump on your head?
Audience: AHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAAAA!!!!!!
Gary: Loser. (The guards drag him off)
Psycho: (digs into idiot mailbag) Ooooh! A package? For me??
Package: Tick.tick.tick.
Psycho: Mustht be a new watch. (Starts ripping off the paper)
Blackeyez: NOOOOOOO. (Blackeyez dives in slow motion, grabs the package out
of Psycho's hands, and throws out the window)
BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!
N. Igma: That was close.
Psycho: You blew up my new watch! Waaaaaa!!!
Blackeyez: Sigh.next letter. "Dear Entities: Who let the dogs out?" Huh?
Baha Men: WHO LET THE DOGS OUT?!?!?!
(A pack of dogs dash onto the stage and trample everyone)
Blackeyez: Ouch.
Psycho: Hey! Who DID let the dogsth out?
Blackeyez: Missed the point, as usual. (A letter flutters down)
N. Igma: Hey! Here's a letter for me.(opens it) "Dear N. Igma: Your fics are
the funniest I've read. I crack up every time. Josh, Matt, and Ian rock and
so do you! In fact, I think you're even kind of cute!" FINALLY! A LETTER
WITHOUT MENTIONING MY HOOD!!!
Psycho: Wait, but there'sth a PSth.
N. Igma: "P.S.: But I think you should take off that ugly black hood. I want
to see your face." .......
Psycho: I think we sthould run.
Blackeyez: That's the smartest mispronounced thing I've ever heard you say.
(They run away screaming along with the fic characters)
N. Igma: AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(The curtains catch on fire. The chairs and coffee are flung into the
audience. The set collapses, and finally, the whole stage blows up)
Psycho: (peeks from behind table) Isth it over?
N. Igma: YOU REALLY WANT TO SEE WHAT'S UNDER THIS HOOD, HUH? THEN I'LL SHOW
YOU!!!!!! (Whips off hood)
Audience: EEEEEKKKKK!!!!!! (Covers eyes)
Blackeyez: Good Lord. (Faints)
Psycho: (rolling on ground) WAHAHAHAAA!!! OH MY GOD! ITS'TH STHO FUNNY!
WAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!
(Misty faints into Ash's arms. Brock's eyes pop out of his head. Jessie and
James jump on each other, and Meowth jumps on their heads. Josh turns green.
Matt barfs. Ian cracks up along with Psycho.)
N. Igma: I guess that's enough.
(N. Igma puts his hood back on)
N. Igma: Now do you see why I don't take this off?
Audience: Yes.
N. Igma: Goooood. Cause if I get ANY more letters about it, I'll take it off
again. UNDERSTAND?!
Audience: Got it.
N. Igma: Well, that's all the time we have for today. Tune in next time for
Ask the Entities!
(Audience leaves)
Psycho: Wake up Blackeyezth! Oh, I hate thisth part. (Gives Blackeyez
mouth-to-mouth)
Blackeyez: AAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!
Ash: Looks like fun. (Winks)
(Ash gives Misty mouth-to-mouth. Misty, without even opening her eyes, puts
her arms around his neck.)
Misty: Oh, Ash.
Brock: Uh, Misty. (Misty opens her eyes)
Misty: ACCCCKKKKK!!!!! IT'S NOT JUST A DREAM!!! (Jumps away) Oh, my God, I
did NOT just do that!!! (Points to audience) YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT!!!!!!!!
Readers: No, we just read it. (Cameras flash)
AAML peeps: YESSS!!! SOLID EVIDENCE AT LAST! WHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!
Misty: NOOOOO!!!! Get back here!!! (Chases them)
Ash: Isn't the fact that it wasn't just a dream good? Have I just been
insulted?? Oh wait, you people out there saw that.that's what she
meant.Misty, wait for me! (Runs after them)
James: Oh, Jessssssiiiiieeeee.
Jessie: Don't even think about it! (James advances) He thought about it. GET
AWAY FROM ME!!! (Runs away. James and Meowth chase her.)
Brock: Looks like we better go too.
Josh: Yeah.
Matt: Yup.
Ian: Uh-huh. (They scram.)
N. Igma: If there is a next time, that is. Hee hee!
(Curtain falls)
END
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