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| Episode 7: Break For 20 |
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| �2001 by Rebecca J. Burke & Hashbrown Casserole for the Matchbox Twenty Soul, Inc. |
| Adam turned, just in time to see a raging Kyle leap over Brian to kill. "YOU! YOU DID IT!" he squealed, and fell on top of the aging rocker, and the both rolled into the set again, knocking everything down. Brian thought to himself, "Hell, why not?" and jumped into the brawl again. The three rolled around everywhere, knocking anything that stood down, and breaking everything that was unbroken. Limbs were bitten, heads noogied, and undies wedged into ass cracks. (Except for Kyle, who was undieless, and so he later suffered with glitter removal from that particular orifice.) Suddenly, Rob and Paul burst into the room, and the three looked up at them, all wide-eyed in fear. Adam, in mid-nibble to Brian's hindquarters, stammered, "Uh�hi guys." Brian dropped Kyle's head, and said, "Hello." Kyle let go of Adam's purple thong, and managed to squeak out his own version of a hello. "I won't even ask what the fuck happened here," Paul said in awe, taking in the whole sight before him. "Oh, good, because, you see�" Brian began. "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED HERE?!" Rob exploded, veins popping bright in his neck. "WHAT DID YOU ALL DO?!" Kyle started to speak, when Paul interrupted, "It had better either involve porn, aliens, or Columbian drug cartels, because I can't think of any good lies that would save your all's asses." Adam started to cry, and whined, "Kyle bit me." "Dammit, Kyle, how will he be able to skate again?!" Rob fussed, flopping down on an overturned chair and put his head in his hands. "He can't skate!" Kyle cried in defense. "That's no excuse!" Paul said as he sat on a piece of the set. "You all, get up off the floor, the film people are going to be back any minute, and you all will have to explain!" Adam hobbled over to a corner, and supported himself against the walls, while Kyle put his leg up on a piece of the broken table, and crossed his arms to think of a good excuse. Brian just stood between them, and hung his head in shame. Sniffles from the dejected three could be heard. "Actually, they won't have to explain," Rob moaned, looking into the lens of one of the cameras, and noticing the red light blinking. "It's all here on tape. Shit, I think this is gonna end up on 'Talk Soup.'" "Well, there's only one thing to do then," Paul said, as he jumped up, ripped the tape out of the camera, and slammed the door shut behind the band, who were hauling ass for dear life. Passing them in the hallway as she headed back to the set, Rebecca called, "Hey! Where are you all running off to?!" Rob turned as he ran and yelled back, "It's nothing, it's so normal!" "I guess the crew got it back to good," Rebecca said to herself, as she went to open the door. Her screams could be heard for miles around. |
| NEXT TIME, on As The Match Burns... Day 72 of the New Album.. Maybe. I dunno, sure, I should be saying what the author paid me to say, but hell, I get paid by the word, and she didn't write much, so there. Note: The author would like to thank RestlessAddict for the wonderful Kyle line, and the inspiration to wreak havoc. |