by Kebinu
Me: Hey miscreants, I’m back after a year of writing layoff.
All: *much disappointed (yeah right) snapping of fingers*
Me: I’d just like to take the time to remind you all that you are not scoring brownie points with the sarcasm.
Lina: Like I care! Doing slave labor for teenage morons is not my idea of a hot gig!
Me: I’m a TWENTYSOMETHING moron now, thank you very much… uh… I mean…
All: *snicker*
Me: All RIGHT. Shut UP. The creative bug has finally bitten me again…
Xellos: Probably on the butt…
Me: And I’m ready to write another fic, so Alyson will stop BEGGING ME…
Lina: Shyeah, right… you’re an even worse writer than she is, you should be begging US to do it…
Me: *gets idea* Ahem! Lina! Would you like me to tell Alyson to show that PICTURE she drew of you and Gourry to everyone on the web?!
Lina: *turning Technicolor red* WHY YOU… YOU… YOU… DRAGON SLAAAAAAVE!!!!!!
All: OH CRAP—
KABOOM!!!!!!!!
Me: *protected by big ass force field* That’s what I thought. So simmer down and go along, missy.
Zelgadis: “Missy?” “MISSY?” What kind of a fruity thing to say is tha—
*Monty Python foot squishes him*
Me: I guess some people just can’t take a hint.
Sylphiel: I’LL say. From what I saw after the party, this guy is ANYTHING but fruity.
All: *catcall* WOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
Sylphiel: *major blush*
Me: *cough* Anyway, this time around, you’ll be parodying the famous Arabian story of Alladin and his magic lamp.
Xellos: I can already see it taking shape… how exciting! *cackle*
Me: Starring as Alladin, will be your very own Gourry Gabriev.
Gourry: Great! I think!
Me: As the free-spirited, loud mouthed and trouble prone Princess Jasmine, Lina Inverse.
Lina: FINALLY! I FINALLY GET TO PLAY A FRIGGIN’ PRINCESS WHO DOESN’T GET KNOCKED OUT AND MARGINALIZED!!!!!
Amelia: Gee, there goes her apprehension…
Me: As the evil sorceror Jafar…
Xellos: Yes? Yes? *drumming fingers happily*
Me: …Zangulus.
All: HUUUUUH?!?!!?!! *fall over*
Me: Fooled you, didn’t I? Well, to me it was an obvious choice. Xellos will be playing the part of the Genie.
Xellos: *twitch twitch* WHY do you keep making me be a good guy?
Me: Because you’re playing a good guy who’s a schizophrenic pain in the ass.
Xellos: Point.
Zangulus: YES! Cephied has granted me another chance! This time I will beat Gabriev and prove to the world that I am the greatest swordsman of all ti—
Martina: Darling, shut UP!
Zangulus: …yes, dear.
Me: Hem! As Jafar’s squawking, obnoxious sidekick, Martina.
Martina: I resemble… er, resent that remark!
Me: As the dorky, out of it sultan, Valgarv!
Valgarv: I HAVE TO BE THAT #$@#^@#$#%#$%$#@@#^@$@’S FATHER?!?!?!?!
Lina: I’m not any happier about it.
Me: Deal with it. As Alladin’s primary primate (wokka wokka wokka!)…
All: *make plane crashing sound effects*
Me: Sheesh. Zelgadis.
Zelgadis: *writing my name on piece of paper*
Amelia: Whatcha writing?
Zelgadis: Every single day I’m forced to add yet another name to my list of people who piss me off.
Me: Let me say in return, I have nothing but newfound respect for any director who ever worked with Axl Rose.
Zelgadis: What the hell is THAT supposed to mean?
Me: Never mind. As the Princess’ sidekick, Amelia.
Amelia: Doesn’t that make me a tiger?
Martina: OH yeah! There’s your “justice!” Zelgadis and Amelia should have to wear animal suits just like I did when I was the frog! Ah ha ha ah ha!!!!
Me: Uh, no they don’t. And you have to dress in a bird suit.
Martina: WHAAAAAAAAAAT???!!!!
Me: As the captain of the sultan’s guard, Filia.
Filia: Considering you have a life-threatening crush on me, you seem to marginalize me a lot in your fics.
Me: Sue me, I’m strapped for roles here. -_- Anyway, I figured a sadist like you would enjoy threatening to cut people’s hands off for stealing bread…
Filia: I RESENT THAT.
Me: Deal with it.
Sylphiel: What about me?
Me: You and Naga get peripheral roles as Filia’s underlings.
Naga: Phooey.
Lina: Phew.
Me: Well, I think that’s everyone. Ready to start the fic?
All: No.
Naga: OOOOOOOOOOHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO—no.
Me: Shut up. -_- Here we go!
All: *groan*