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| Episode 6: The Funny Farm |
| In this episode of As The Match Burns... And to think we thought you cared. Bastards. Oops, sorry, I shouldn't bring my "attitude" into the workplace! This story is presented in "wide screen" format for easier viewing! Enyjoy! As always, every episode is written out of fun. If you're taking this seriously, you probably didn't understand "Mad Season," either, and therefore really shouldn't read this anyway. |
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| Rob glanced at Brian, and then quickly back to the road, careful to keep his Navigator between the lines of the passing highway. �And that�s it?� �Yes! I haven�t done another movie since last night. Last night was my last! No more pornos for me! Damn,� Brian replied with embarrassment and frustration. Now that his porno soundtrack secret was out, he was relieved, though. �I mean, I just won�t do *that* kind of work anymore.� Brian then quickly turned back to looking out at the rolling hills of Upstate New York. Laughing heartily, Kyle said, �Dude�Brian makes PORNS!� �I do not, dammit!� Brian snapped, catching a glimpse of Kyle in the window�s refection. �Not anymore!� �HA!� Kyle laughed again, and slapped his knee, as he sat in the middle seat of the Navigator. �Hey, watch it!� Paul exclaimed, moving out of the way, as he sat on Kyle�s lap. Rob looked at Paul in the rear-view mirror and spoke, �I told you, it�s either sit on his lap, or back into the Barney seat with you.� �Hell no, I won�t go back there. I looked so gay in it!� Paul mumbled, and shifted in Kyle�s lap. �Ugh.� �The gnomes accept those of all kinds, my child,� Adam said from the backseat. Paul pushed Kyle�s head out of the way and looked back at Adam in full Gnope regalia, �You hush, fruitcake. I�I�I know where you live, you know!� �Bah! I�d come and get you if it weren�t for these car seat restraints!� Adam replied, struggling against the colorful Barney straps that had been taken off Paul�s car seat and used to tie him up. �CHILDREN�don�t make me come back there and feel someone�s ass,� Rob shouted. Brian raised an eyebrow, but remained ever so silent, and continued to watch the hills pass by, slowly slipping into a state of slumber. He had never been to this part of New York State before, and was saddened by the reason behind the trip, but he kept reminding himself it was for the greater good. Someone had to cure Adam of his disease so they could all continue working on the new album. Frankly, Brian thought, the Gnope thing was just getting old. And creepy. Very, very, very old. And creepy. �The gnomes will be angered by the treatment of their pope!� Adam shouted, again tugging at his Barney restraints. Pissed that no one was listening, he stopped shouting and slouched down in his seat, crossing his arms in a huff. Sure, he enjoyed the bondage, but if no one was listening, it meant the message wasn�t being spread! �I must get them to pay attention!� Adam thought to himself. �No one will ever believe me!� �Oh god,� Paul mumbled again, very angry himself. At least he wasn�t in the car seat again, he thought. Not to mention the fact that he was still quite upset over the loss of his favorite sock hat. �That damn horse!� he thought, a scowl spreading across his face. He was one angry little dude. �I wanna kick its ass if I ever see it again!� Running his fingers through his pink hair to try and calm himself, he nearly missed hitting Kyle in the eye. �Watch it! I�m not your bitch; you can�t keep beating me around! Sit still, or you�re gonna sit with Adam in the dino seat!� Kyle exclaimed, defending himself from the sharp elbow. Not understanding why HE had to suffer through this punishment, Kyle mulled over the reasons why. Maybe it was because he had argued over that song with Rob? Or maybe it was because he didn�t help Paul when Mary Lou was attacking? Perhaps pink glittery pants had some horrid reason to do with it? Kyle just didn�t know. |