"Ouch!" screamed Mel, as the guitar hit her in the face. Poor girl, so clumsy. Mel grabbed hold of the guitar, and made sure it was okay. When she realized that the guitar was scratched, she bitch slapped Lynne. Mel then mended the broken guitar string, and who did she see coming down the hall, but the one and only Bart Simpson, and Johnny Depp! Johnny was dragging another one of those amazing flame throwing guitars.
Mel fainted, and Lynne watched as Bart knelt down in front of her aquarium. To her astonishment, he brought Duckie back to life.
Drake stood in the middle of the hall, totally confused, "How did Bart? Where did Depp? Why the hell is there an aquarium in the hall?" he screamed.
Lynne immediately noticed little things falling out of Duckie. "BASTARD GUPPIES!!" she yelled in excitement.
Drake, not being able to contain all the confusing, useless facts he was being subjected to, spontaneously combusted. Meanwhile, Lynne began naming her new baby guppies, "BG1, BG2, BG3..."
Butt Guy screamed, "EEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW!!!!! DRAKE JUICE!" and ran away.
Lynne watched him run away, "Dude, I thought he was dead," she shrugged and went back to counting her guppies, "99, 100, 101. 101 dalmat--uh, I mean, guppies." she exclaimed.
Johhny stood in front of her, "Aren't you gonna do something about your friend over there?"
Lynne looked over at Melissa, "Nah...you do something."
So Depp walked over to Mel and helped wrap up her ankle, which she had twisted when she slipped in the invisible puddle of drool she produced at seeing Johnny Depp. Finally, Lynne told everyone she was going home with her new baby guppies, and as Lynne sneaked out the door, she ran after Butt Guy, carrying his eye with her.
Lynne finally caught up with Butt Guy halfway down the street. She gave him his eueball, to which he replied, "Whoa! Thanks Lynne...say, why do people call me Butt Guy?"
Butt Guy put his eye back in. Lynne got all flustered. Very flushed by this time, Lynne responded by shrugging. She couldn't thinkg of a reasonable explanation that would cover her own ass. Then she thought of one, "Candace! It's her fault. She thinks you have a nice ass.!"
Butt Guy got all weird, "Who's Candace?" he shook his head, and his long hair got in his face, and Lynne nearly fainted as Melissa had when Depp had come in. Lynne, who was very weak in the knees, grabbed Butt Guy's shoulder to steady herself. She immediately felt embarrassed by her action and fled the scene.
She ran into a parked car and dropped all her baby guppies. Dismayed, Lynne sank to her kneed, and tried with all her might to gather the bastard guppies.
Charlie O'Connell stepped out of the car and began helping her. For some odd reason, he smelled like he hadn't washed his clothes in months. Lynne looked at him with a disgusted, but starry-eyed glance, and continued to pick up flopping guppies. Charlie smiled back his winning smile, "So, why all the guppies? And what's with that guy over there giving you the lazy eye?"
Lynne stood up, the guppies forgotten, and looked over at Butt Guy with a grin, "Him? He's got psychological problems...he doesn't know his real name."
She turned back ot Charlie, lost her balance and fell on him. Charlie caught Lynne, mid-fall, and steadied her on her feet again, "Whoa, you shouldn't be walking in those boots if you can't even stand in them." he exclaimed.
Lynne got all embarrassed, "Well, it's just that I think these boots are neat!" Lynne said in a whiney, nasal voice.
Charlie lost his smile as Lynne began to whine. Butt Guy came over, "Hey, do you listen to Slayer?" he asked Charlie.
Charlie was quite confused at the randomness of the question, but he replied, "I used to, but right now I like to listen to Drake Bell."
Butt Guy's jaw flopped, "What? How can you go from heavy metal to sappy love songs?" he turned to Lynne, "C'mon, let's go listen to some real music."
Lynne shuffled her feet.
"why don't we all go to a club and get our groove on?" Charlie said sheepishly.
Butt Guy turned to Charlie and suddenly began laughing. Lynne chuckled as well, "Charlie, you're in a hick town, you show me the club and we'll go with you!"
Charlie looked at a huge pile of snow, "How 'bout that?"
Lynne and Butt Guy laughed it off. Then suddenly, Lynne had an idea. She grabbed an arm of both guys and headed for her car, carefully parked in the parking lot across the street. Lynne shoved both guys in her 1975, blue twotone, Stingray Vorvette and drove them to the Food Ba$ic$, where she threw them both in the dumpster.
Nikita's head popped out, and she glared at Lynne, "Where's Jerry? I specifically asked for Jerry! Not Charlie!"
Lynne shrugged and climbed into the dumpster herself, "Meh," she said as she settled into her corner and tied Charlie down. Charlie began to get upset, "What's with the tying up of the Charlie?" he asked, referring to himself in the third person.
Lynne shrugged, "Well, my goal is to have as many people in a dumpster as I can, anf the only way that'll happen is if I force people to stay in here.... I figure starting with you will do. I wanna get in the book of world records."
Butt Guy liked the idea of being part of a world record. All of a sudden, a guitar appeared out of nowhere and he statted to play. Hasheesh jumped in the dumpster and looked at Butt Guy, "Dude, that's my guitar...give it back."
Everyone looked at Hash, "Who are you?" Nikita asked.
