In the next chapter...
"Do you drink milk?"
Chris' question surprised everyone as they walked down the hallway towards the stage area.
"Milk?...As in cow milk?" Lance said. "Sure. Milk does a body good. And cows are cool. Why?"
"I kinda feel sorry for the cows," Chris remarked matter-of-factly, "They give up their lives, their individuality, and their privacy just to give us good milk, and they don't get nuthin' back in return. Kinda like us."
"Now, Chris, I know you didn't just compare us to cows." JC wrinkled his nose. An interesting sight, for as we all know JC's nose is huge.
"No...well yes, kinda." Chris was in action now, eyes dancing as he came up with ideas. "See, music can be related to milk, in a way. Some people like skim milk, other people like 1% fat, some people like 2%, and some people like chocolate. All the same, it isn't really good until you let the glass sit for a while, out of the freezer, so it's at moderate temperature, not too cold, but still refreshing. Unless it's a cold day, when you want the milk to be like, really hot. In which case why not just drink hot chocolate?"
Silence.
"I'm not a cow," Joey spoke up suddenly. "I don't squirt milk when people squeeze my..."
"Oh my God GROSS!" the respective *NSYNCers immediately doubled over in mock "hurl" position, distancing themselves from Joey.
"Don't you dare finish that sentence!" Chris cried. "That's just wrong! I can't believe the webmaster let you say that!"
"What!? WHAT!?" Joey spread his arms plaintively. "I didn't mean it like that! I'm just...it's the metaphors, and...and Chris gets to make dirty jokes, and I don't? That's just undemocratic!"
Suddenly, off in the distance, a dischordant scream is heard.
"Hmm, that line brings back old memories, don't it?" Justin asked, smiling at the old memories.
"That's odd," Lance said cautiously, "I seem to recall from some weird parody a while ago that when that line is spoken something is supposed to happen."
"Does anyone remember?" Chris said. Joey just shrugged, shaking his head.
"Um guys," Busta looked at each one of them in turn, frowning as best as his doggie face would allow. "Do you recall that in the last arc, when that predictable line is spoken, you guys transform and save the day?"
JC slapped his forehead. "That's right! It's been so long since the last chapter that we've forgotten."
"Do I get to say that God-awful transform line this time?" Justin wanted to know, eyes hopeful.
"No," JC said, "Remember? It's always me, you don't ever get to be hardcore."
"You know, someday I'm gonna shave my head just to prove how hardcore I can be."
"Yeah right, and someday I just might stop wearing women's clothing. Don't get hopeful."
COMING SOON! Chapter 11: "Sophomore"