It seems to be the thing to do, so…I might as well do it!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but myself.

Daniel: *walks on stage* Even though by now it is painfully obvious that this sort of thing is no longer original, and that the best is the original, I thought I would have a go. However, I do have to thank Hika, and my future wife Doodles (whose name is most certainly not Dora), for inspiring countless…*counts*…dozens to try their hand at this kind of pointless humor. Here’s another one. Let’s see how it goes…*walks off stage*

*lights dim, drumroll*

Voice: Live! From an unnamed and unimportant part of the Middle of Nowhere (also known as Utah), it’s…

Daniel and Danielle: THE…

Danielle: Name?

Daniel: Name? We’re already ripping off enough. I’m typing, you think of something!

Danielle: …FINE! IT’S…THE PENCIL SHOW!

*silence, followed by a smack*

Danielle: *rubs cheek* Ow…

Daniel: What are you thinking?! Oh fine, I’ll think of one. *thinks* WOULD YOU STOP THAT STUPID DRUM ROLL?

*drum roll stops*

Daniel: THANK you! Jebus!

Danielle: I got it! We’ll call it…the-

*commercial*

Daniel: Wow. That was beautiful, Danielle. I’m sure the world will never forget your sacrifice.

Danielle: Yes, well, learning the meaning of life is beautiful. Even if it means loosing a leg.

Audience: Aww…

Daniel: Yes, well, on with the show!

*applause*

Daniel: And now…without further ado…OUR FIRST GUEST! SPIKE SPIEGEL!!!

*applause as random people with a considerable amount of bruises drag out Spike*

Spike: Aw crap. *lights cigarette and breathes it all in one drag*

Danielle: AH! CANCER STICK! KILL IT! *grabs cigarette and stomps on it*

Spike: Hey!

Both: NO SMOKING!

Spike: Where does it say that?

Both: THERE! *points at large neon sign that says ‘No Smoking’ in forty-five languages*

Spike: *sweatdrop* Oh.

Both: *glare*

Daniel: ANYway, welcome to the-

*commercial*

Spike: -O! NO! I DENY THAT EVER HAPPENED!

Both: *giggling insanely*

Danielle: I’m sure, Spike, I’m sure. Next question: what was your first thought when you saw Faye in the cathedral?

Spike: Oh my God, she’s wearing a dress?

Daniel: ME TOO!

Spike: o.O;

Daniel: Another question: Jet.

Spike: What about Jet?

Both: *grin*

Spike: Wha-*catches on* O.O

Both: IT’S TRUE!

Spike: NO!

Daniel: I knew it! Everyone keeps going on forever and ever about you and Vicious, but I-

Spike: ME AND VICIOUS?!

Danielle: ‘Vicious and I’, not ‘me and Vicious’.

Daniel: Who learned you grammar good?

Spike: *hyperventilates*

Both: o.O;

Danielle: *shakes head* Cancer sticks. *hands Spike paper bag* Do they still use these in 2071?

Spike: *breathes into bag* Yep. In fact they discovered paper bags are the cure for 100 diseases, like-

*commercial*

Daniel: NOW WE SHALL HOLD THE WORLD RANSOM WITH THE CURE! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Danielle: *smacks him* We’re live!

Daniel: …oh YEAH!

Spike: o.O;;

Daniel: Anyway, we should probably let you go…

Spike: YES!

Daniel: …but I have a better idea. Let’s lock you in the closet until Jet gets here!

Spike: …why?

Daniel: *evil grin* So that I may prove once and for all that Spike/Jet is a viable couple.

Spike: O.O NOOOOOO! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP! PLEEEEEAAAAAAAAA-

*transmission cut*

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A/N: Not a very good first chapter, but that’s because *I* had to think of the questions. Next up, Faye Valentine! Get your questions in! Ciao!

*muffled yells come from closet*