ya'll know her

[betch]

OHMIGOD WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING?

You're dropping me in this party when there's no one even around! WHO DOES THAT???? Don't you know the only people that come out at this hour are total creepers and shetbags? I don't care if they're fictional characters, they're gonna be all up in this and I don't even have like a taser or wikipedia or whatever. I mean, what am I supposed to do if some hottie from Las Misterahblehs shows up-- I don't speak French names.

Maybe that's why nobody likes you, betch. Work on your timing and text me when you're ready to get serious.

Christ.

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OH GOD THE NOSTALGIA

[soyoudonthaveto]

...Weren't you in those weird music videos my mun and his best friend used to watch?

let it soak in

[betch]

Videos?

Ew, are you some kind of pervert or something?

I SEE NOSTALGIA, I SEE NOSTALGIA!

[soyoudonthaveto]

(Of course not! outside Catherine Zeta-Jones and anything else you might find on tgwtg-fic.livejournal.com)

...how the hell do you get the idea watching your videos=pervert?

I don't even know but this is awesome!

[rrbando_rambo]

A party? Oh, I like parties!

You know what they say, if you can't join a party, make your own!

[And when Dale says he wants a party, all he really wants is the snack table.]

[betch]

[ stare.

staring.

...and... ]

TALKING RAT.

[ there's a giant, jeweled purse hurled at the poor chipmunk. ]

[rrbando_rambo]

[The chipmunk reacts reflexively in a frightened scramble to dodge in front of the purse's projected landing. He looks jittery as a look of panic surfaces on his face.] Talking rat? Where? I don't see one!

[Suddenly he looks very offended.] Wait, me!? Is this th' tail of a rat? [He falls to his fours a moment and offers a wag of his tail for evidence.] How many rats do you know that wear aloha shirts?

[While Dale's fashion sense is questionable, he makes a valid point.]

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. ♥

[fairbrook]

[In b4 'get out of those gaudy suits, Integra'.]

I'm not quite sure which is more atrocious: your French skills, or my mundane proclaiming that we look alike.

[frightattendant]

[Did someone say creeper?]

/fangirl screams/

[hasnomentor]

Uh...you should be fine here. It isn't that dangerous ese.

[ohmygodshoes]

... Holy shet, there are like... two of us now. I'm not sure how I feel about being cloned. Now I have shoe shopping competition because you're gonna like all the same shet I do!

If you get in my way, I'm gonna punch you.