| CereCere with VesVes |
| "Welcome to the first of my many in-depth interviews! Right now I will be joined by my sister VesVes!" CereCere looks around the room. VesVes is nowhere to be found. She checks her watch. "Well, VesVes should have been her by now. I wonder what's holding her up." Suddenly, a rope falls to the ground from the ceiling. VesVes slides down the rope and lands gracefully on the ground. "Ta DA!" CereCere sweatdrops. "Well, it's better late than never..." "But didn't you think my enterance was great? I'm going to have to use this one in my next act!" "You do that, VesVes." CereCere pulls out a notepad and a pencil. "Now let's get |
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| this interview started!" "But CereCere- we're sisters. Why are you interviewing me?" "Because many people don't know about how great the four of us are, and this is a great way to get mad publicity!" "Really?" "Would I lie to you?" "No comment." "Oh thanks a lot..." "No problem!" "Now let's start this off with the basics. What is your role in the Dead Moon Circus?" "I am the Magician of Beasts. I ride elephants and other animals. Plus, I have this whip too." "Do you have any other talents that we should be aware of?" "I can draw!!" |
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| "You can!?" "Sure!" "Prove it!" CereCere hands VesVes a piece of paper. VesVes starts to draw furiously. A few minutes later, she hands the paper back to CereCere. "I call it- self portrait." "Ahh... I see... now on to the next question." "Shoot." "Why do you always give Zirconia a hard time?" "Please... I'm a leader, not a follower. Is the word 'sheep' tattoed on my forehead anywhere? No. Why do you think I always give you a hard time, CereCere?" "Moving on..." |
| "I thought that'd be what you'd say..." "Oh hush. Next question. Why do you make such big entrances all the time?" "I love to be in the spotlight and the center of attention! Plus the fact that I always wear red..." "Good point." "Thanks." "One last question then, VesVes." "Sure." "What's with your hair?" "Ya know, I don't know about that one either. . . WAIT! What's wrong with my hair, hula-hoop head!?!?" "HULA-HOOP HEAD?!?! WHO ARE YOU CALLING HULA-HOOP HEAD!?!" "You, hula-hoop head." "My hair is not hula-hoop shaped. At least it doesn't look like I have cow udders on my shoulders." "Leave my clothing alone! Your's isn't much better, Mistress Mary!" "At least I'm wearing clothes! It looks like you just sewed some fabric scraps together, and called it a day." "Why you little!" 'BREAK IT UP YOU TWO! I CAN'T HEAR MYSELF THINK!!!" "Sorry Jun." "Yeah. Sorry." "I think we'll end it on that note then. . ." |