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[[NSYNC : I STILL KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER]] NINE

---IN ROOM 210---
LP: Yo JC, Justin and Bit Bit just died, yo.
JC: *STILL SLEEPING* but i dunt wannna jooey... i dunt wanna.... get away! stop touching me joey! stop stop stop.....
LP: Wake up JC!
JC: *GROGGY* Huh? What happened? Did you buy me a new waterbed?
LP: Justin and Britney just died, yo.
JC: Good, that black dawg and squealer is outta my life now. *HE SEES LALAPO's FACE* I mean...WWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!! I WANT JJJJJJJJJJUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTT
TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JJJJJJJJJJUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTT
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LP: That's better.
JC: Ok, good night. *SNORE*
LP: But JJJJCCC!!!
JC: OK, ok ok.. i'm awake! for once... Let's go down to the lobby and find a phone.
LP: OK
*THEY GO DOWN TO THE LOBBY TO FIND A PHONE*
JC: *SEES THE BACK OF A HEAD* Look, there'z that man we met when we came in.
LP: Let's go ask him...
JC: Ok *THEY HOLD HANDS AND GO UP TO THE MAN* Umm.. Mr. Man? Where is the phone?
*THE MAN DOESN'T ANSWER* *SCARY MUSIC PLAYS ::hit me someone lotsa times::*
LP: Excuse me, Mr. Man... we need a phone!
*THE MAN STILL DOESNT ANSWER*
JC: DAMN YOU! WHERE IS THE F*CKIN PHONE??!!!
*TWIRLS THE CHAIR THE MAN IS SITTING ON AROUND* AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
LP: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MA: *HE'S DEAD* I'm dead
JC: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
LP: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH
MA: *HE HAS A COAT HANGER STICKING OUT OF HIS HEAD* I have a coat hanger sticking out of my head.
JC: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH
LP: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH
JC & LP: AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
JC: Ok, that's enough screaming, we're hella scared, let's go find a globe.
LP: Why?
JC: I have a hunch
*THEY GO OFF TO FIND A GLOBE*
JC: Here's one! *HE SPINS THE GLOBE AROUND* Round and round it goes... where it stops, I do not know! *HE PUTS HIS FINGER DOWN* *HE LOOKS DOWN* *LALAPO LOOKS TOO*
LP: *WHISPER* America... america.. god shed his grace on thee....
*SCARY MUSIC PLAYS AGAIN* *DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN.....*
JC: *WHISPER* The capitol....
LP: *WHISPER* what about it....
JC: *WHISPER* The capitol.... it's not... it's not... it's not.... *FAINTS*
LP: WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT??!!!! What is it not!!?? *SHE KICKS JC IN THE HEAD*
JC: OW! *WHISPER* The capitol.... it's not.... not.. Britney....
LP: NO FUCKIN SHIT ITZ NOT BRITNEY!!! WHAT WERE YOU ASSHOLES THINKING??? *THINKS* ...Then why are you here???
JC: *WHISPER SCARY LIKE THAT KID IN THE SIXTH SENSE WHEN HE SAYS ::I SEE DEAD PEOPLE::* We didn't win... and I just saw a dead person...
LP: *GASP* If you didn't win.. then why are you here???
JC: *GASP* Topanga!
---BACK TO TOPANGA---
TO: I am driving.... driving.... driving... driving... driving down the road... driving... driving.. driving... driving down the road... *FALLS ASLEEP* *SNAPS AWAKE* SHIT! DRIVE!!!
*TOPANGA DRIVES*
TO: *EVIL LAUGH* Muuust... KIIIIILLLL NSYNC.... muuuussst saaave LAAANCCCEE my sweetie...
TO: Must kill... must kill... must kill.... DRIVE.... KILL... DRIVE.... *BUMP*... SHIT... KILL... DRIVE...
*TOPANGA DRIVES*
TO: Wow, I'm here... I can't drive anymore! *SOBS*
TO: *CALMS DOWN**GETS OUT OF THE CAR* Ok, I am here on a mission... KILL... WALK...KILL... WALK... KILL... *TRIP*... SHIT... KILL... WALK...
TO: *REACHES A FISHING DOCK* *SEES FISHERMAN AND BOAT* *SHE HOPS ON THE BOAT AND DRIVES*
TO: HEEHEEHEE.... KILL... DRIVE.... KILL... DRIVE.... KILL... DRIVE... *A FISHERMAN APPEARS*
FI: Hey, you! What the hell do you think you're doing!!??
TO: Driving, you dumbass
FI: I want to drive!!! Let ME drive!!! you POOPOOHEAD!!!
TO: NO yo mothaf***a! *PULLS OUT THE COAT HANGER SHE KILLED RIDER WITH* GET AWAY!! GET AWAY!!! GET AWAY YOU EVIL EVIL FIEND!!! *HER CLOTHES & HAIR ARE ALL MESSED UP AND SHE LOOKS WIDLY AT THE FISHERMAN*
FI: ok lady... drive.... or sail... or whatever... i'm gone
TO: I DON'T THINK SO MAN! *SHE LUNGES AT THE FISHERMAN AND SINKS THE COATHANGER DEEP INTO HIS THROAT* *EVIL LAUGH ESCAPES HER THROAT* HAHAHAHAHA!!!
FI: *GASP* Ah. *DIES*
TO: *THROWS HIS BODY OVERBOARD* HAHAHAHA! I SHALL NOW SAIL... DRIVE... KILL... SAIL... DRIVE... KILL... F*CK.. STORM.. WIND.. TILT RIGHT.. SHIT... TILT LEFT... DAMN... STORM.. MUST SAIL... MUST DRIVE... MUST KILL... *TOPANGA SAILS AND DRIVES LAUGHING EVILY*

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