And Matt as The Band......
GC: (smacks Melissa) Watch your mouth.
MM: Hey! I didn't say it. Trancer did.
GC: (Smacks Melissa again) don't question me.
TR: (Inward smile)
MM: *that* is exactly why you are Labria. (sometimes being a bard has it's benefits) Anyway, Matt's not complaining about being the band.
All: (look at Matt)
"A one...two....one,
two, three..." (insert 7th grade Marching Band style music)
GC: (smacks Melissa in the back of the head)
Jeff: Can we just get on with this?
To save the Goddess the trouble, Melissa simply hurls herself to the floor.
GC: Good girl.
"Surrender
or Die Leia!"
"WHAT THE?!"
GC: Sweet Mother of Zeus! Not again.
MM: What do you mean not again, Goddess?
GC: Uhm....nothing.
MM: (arching an eyebrow)
GC: BAND!
(insert musical interlude)
GC: Ok enough of that!
I will get you Xena!
(blank Stare)
Goddess this is Star Wars,
not Ancient Greece.
It took Labria and
two fighter pilots 45 minutes to revive the Melissa.
GC: Stop being so melodramatic Pissant.
In an unprecedented act of heroism, the Jawa saved the day!
GC: Tell it like it really happened bard.
Due to circumstances
beyond her control and the inability of a certain Goddess to play fair,
the Jawa found herself trapped in a box.
Help me Trancer! You're my only hope.
GC: (blank stare)
MM: I mean, Help me Goddess! You're my only hope.
TR & GC:
Ya got that right.
I
will get you Leia, and your little bard too!
Oy! Some people
never learn. (That's not from Star Wars you Eidiot!)
Help me Trancer! You're my only hope.
Jeff: (looking
around) Hey! Where did everybody go?