...........................<Soft velvety voiceover of Kiefer Sutherland> Mr. President… er… sorry… <reads cue card> Okay I got it… <clears throat> Previously…
DMD sighed while looking at the calendar. “How many more days do we have to wait to see Sabrina's new movie!?!”
“I've enough PIES stored till then,” SL4 commented as he too looked at the calendar. “Neeekkkiiidddd!”
Both sighed at that image.
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HK found MSR or whoever she was today at the computer busy IMing someone. Over her shoulder he read the following:
PurpleWonder: Yes, that's correct.
OvenBaker: Sweet. Thanks.
PurpleWonder: Anytime.
OvenBaker: ttyl! Take care. Bye :-D
PurpleWonder: You do the same! Bye!
PurpleWonder signed off 5:25PM.
“Don't make me angry,” he hissed behind her.
She turned around and smiled. “Looking for this?”
HK wasn't impressed. “No, looking for you. WRITE NOW!”
“Fine! I had to do some research first. Sheesh!” She threw down the silver utensil as she walked off.
“My precious… my precious…” he murmured, soothed by it's presence. Picking it up he cooed, “No one will have you except me.”
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Jerry woke up and saw a cockroach in his trailer. He picked it up and muttered, “You're my friend, aren't you?” He screamed at the cockroach for several minutes then smashed it for not replying that it was his friend.
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Someone screamed “MacGyver!” after stopping on SG1 after flipping through the channels. During this time, the viewer was so pissed whenever MacGyver used a gun. On the tenth time, the viewer commenced in ripping every Mac poster off the wall. On the thirteenth time, the viewer began yelling in an evil voice, “MaaaacccGyver, I've got a camera, prepare to die.”
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Just as a limo turned the corner, the westside part of the Ivory Towers Hotel came crashing down.
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“Life... is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for. Unreturnable, because all you get back is another box of chocolates. You're stuck with this undefinable whipped-mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there's nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in a while, there's a peanut butter cup, or an English toffee. But they're gone too fast, the taste is fleeting. So you end up with nothing but broken bits, filled with hardened jelly and teeth-crunching nuts, and if you're desperate enough to eat those, all you've got left is a... is an empty box... filled with useless, brown paper wrappers.”
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A homeless man guarded his bag of nickels with fervor murmuring his mantra incessantly “Go with it. Go with it. Go…”
~*~*~*~
During Duck Season, two hunters went into the woods. Bullets flew. The duck was dead and he wore hunter's orange.
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Maggie leaned over Quinn, her ample cleavage right at Quinn's eyelevel.
Looking upward from his work, “Hey I need…” He spied several items that didn't belong there and gritted his teeth. “Maggie! What did I tell you about that?”
Maggie looked down. “Who pUT that THere? THANks. I alMOst fORgOt.” She pulled out a small Phillips screwdriver, two cellphones and several business cards and dumped them on top of the table.
“Dammit Maggie! I'm working here!”
“SoRRY!”
“Yes, the brain has succumbed to silicone poisoning,” commented Wade as she pulled Remmy aside. “She can't even enunciate the syllables correctly.”
Remmy allowed her to drag him across the room. “Girl, will you stop that? We need to band together not fight each other.”
“I need to clear my head. I'm going for a walk! Dammit Maggie, it's not our timer!” Quinn got up and started for the door. “No one goes anywhere!”
“BuT QuINN! I gOt a ParT on ANa… ANa… uh… dAMMit… SNAke!”
Several knocks on the door saved Quinn from giving a sarcastic reply. He answered it with a smile.
“Hey Bro! I've been looking for you!” A gawky tall blond man made his way into the room. Looking at the others, he said, “Hey Sabrina and Cleavant and uh…” He continued to stare at Maggie's twins with his mouth opened.
“I have a brother?” muttered a surprised Quinn as he closed the door behind this stranger.
Maggie moved breaking his attention. “Jerry, come on! I played that Officer and Kit. Don't tell me you forgot already. Sheesh. You gotta stop with the barhopping. By the way, Sarah Michelle said to stop calling her. You know you shouldn't mess with Buffy.”
Quinn mumbled, “Bro, can we talk about this later? I'm late for… uh… casting call.”
The man smiled, “I'm sure you're going to get that part on 'Scream 2'. Any chance you can get me a cameo? Please!” His puppy dog face came into view.
“I'll see what I can do.” Quinn gave a weak smile.
“Thanks Bro! I knew I could trust you. Later.” He walked back to the door then looked back at Maggie. “Don't I know you from somewhere?”
Maggie sighed. “UP hERe. STOp loOKIng aT tHEm. My nAMe's MAgGIE.”
He continued to stare, “Yeah, I know you. Before I forget.” He pulled out two cellphones and threw them at Remmy and Wade.
“They're waiting for your calls. Sabrina someone from 'Sports Night' wants to talk to you and Cleavant it's your music producer wondering when you're going to stop acting and go back to singing.”
“Maggie, want to go out later?” He gushed with charm.
“I'll gEt BAck tO yOu. LatER… uh… WhAT's yOUr NaMe?”
“Charlie. Call me!” He smiled back as he threw her his business card.
Walking back, he whispered to Quinn. “God, she was awesome in 'Vivid' Can I borrow your spacesuit?” Chicks dig the spacesuit.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Quinn pushed him toward the door. “Let's go! Bye guys!”
Maggie turned on the TV as Wade and Remmy stared at each other mouthing, “Brothers?”
The narrator began, “What if you found a portal to a parallel universe?”
Wade and Remmy snapped their attention to the tv.
“What if you could slide into a thousand different worlds where it's the same year and you're the same person,
but everything else is different? And what if you couldn't find your way home?”
“That's Quinn's voice!” The trio exclaimed in surprise.
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Jerry, Cleavant, John and Sabrina slowly took in their surroundings. The setting sun was slowly drifting behind the unfamiliar forest the quartet had appeared in. Soon the darkness would settle and request their attention.
“Okay, who spiked the coffee again?” commented Brie as she pulled her
“We're not in Kansas anymore,” remarked Cleavant as he helped John up.
Jerry retorted, “I didn't do it… this time. Guys, I think we really slid or this is one hell of an illusion.”
“Or delusion,” added John remembering the time he thought one of the Fox executives was someone else at the party. “I swear if they kill Arturo off, they'll have hell from the fans.”
“Wait a minute. You know something we don't know?” questioned Jerry as he saw headlights from a passing car.
Inside the car, a blonde haired woman stared outside and did a double take. “Wait, I know them! Stop the car!”
“What do you mean?” asked the hot looking blonde guy sitting next to her. Turning to her, he asked, “How?”
The driver looked at the couple in the backseat via the rearview mirror. Rolling his eyes he began to mutter once again, “Make up your mind…”
“STOP!” she yelped as her husband tried to calm her once again.
“Honey, please, it's not good…” He stopped nagging as he saw her sit transfixed, watching the people they had just passed.
The driver pulled over and waited for the three men and little lady to approach the car. “You better know what you're doing…”
“WhooHoooo!” cried Cleavant as he looked up into the sky. “Thank you!”
Brie was smiling and hugging John. “I knew they'd stop!”
Jerry was perplexed, thinking over the stare the woman had given him as they passed. “Guys, she might be a crazed fan. Did you see the look on her face?”
John started rubbing his stomach, “I hope there's food nearby. It's all in your mind, Jerry.”
Jerry shrugged, trying to shrug off the weird feeling. “I wonder what Charlie's doing now…”
The quartet walked toward the car, hoping that they were saved.
“Sweetheart, please, we have to get to the hospital,” the young man implored as the four people neared the car.
“We will…” She doubled over in pain, once again.
“The baby?” he asked as he held her. “We got to go now!”
The driver checked the police scanner. “He's right, you two need medical attention ASAP!”
“Please, honey, the baby, our baby girl, please, we can't lose another child like this again…”
She mumbled through gritted teeth, “Not yet, that's Quinn… wait for them.”
“Okay, but we're going straight to the hospital.” He wiped the sweat from her forehead onto her yellow sleeve.
Suddenly she went limp in his arms for the third time. “LOOOOGGGAAANNNN!”
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SL4 looked up and groaned. “I can't believe you had Logan in this story.”
She laughed. “Hey, no Logan and Grimace hookup in the previous one. Might not have on here, but hey, it's Logan!”
LS rolled her eyes as she read the passage. “I think you could have written something better.”
DMD strolled by. “Did she mess it up that bad?”
Recall chuckled as he went for a drink. “Glad I'm not next. That was way over the top with the Maggie speech.”
“Hey, I am!” Robin exclaimed as she took an ice tea from TM.
“Want me to make it a double?” he quipped.
Logan
*Giving props to Tf for input about the behind the scenes.*