D.M: *sings* So� much� anime� make� me� happy�
Terr is nowhere to be seen. *Slowly pans around so as to allow you to see into Terr�s bedroom* He is dressed in a suit and wearing glasses on the end of his nose. He is sitting at a desk with a pile of papers in front of him. He looks up and addresses you directly. Turd-face the dog sits next to him paws together in the Mr. Burns �excellent� pose. �Chamber music� plays in the background.
Terr: Well, Ladies and Gentlemen, the figures are in. Having read the guest book it has become obvious that many of you are concerned that the stories in themselves are, while entertaining, bloody random. Therefore, I have, in conjunction with my two�
Turd-face: *cough* bark *cough*
Terr: �Three� partners reached a mutual decision to embark upon a quest, and henceforth create a continuing thread for the story.
As you may have noticed, recently one of the co-authors for the story found it a real joke to �turn terr gay�. As you may have guessed, this is not, in fact, the case; I simply had a big night the night before, and was still entirely off my face.
To explain further, the only clothes remaining at the party were those described in the first sentences of that chapter, and rather than return home wearing nothing, I deigned it more suitable to wear the heels and skirt.
*pauses*
Ahem.
*pauses*
That aside, my quest will be to find myself a girlfriend, proving to you all, finally, that I am not gay, in fact being quite heterosexual (how do you think I got the skirt in the first place anyway???)
D.M and Dom walk into shot from respectively the left and right sides. Dom blinks.
Dom: What in hell is going on in here?
Turd-face whips off his glasses, burns a hole in the wall using his laser vision and flies away, underpants firmly on the outside.
Terr: No! Stop that! Come Back! If we�re going to stop the randomness� or at least cut it down� it has to start here!
Turd-face sulkily flies back in and changes out of his superman costume.
Terr: Now use the door.
He walks out in a huff, gritting his teeth and growling under his breath.
Terr: That�s better. Now as I was saying�
Dom: I said WHAT IN HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!
Terr: Oh uh I was just telling the guys about how we�re�
D.M: Telling who?
Terr: all these guys�
Dom: Dude, there�s no one-there.
Terr: oh� yeah. I can�t shake this feeling that someone out there�s watching everything we do�