The War
By Amy Olsen/Zodiac
Disclaimer: All standard yaddas apply...no $.
Archivers: Tell me first.
Type: Humor
"Alright, HR, this is it."
The lone HR stood in the parking lot, fists up and ready for a
fight. She laughed viciously.
"You go on and try, Hadji Groupie."
The HG glared at her, and through a right hook.
The HR got most of the blow on her cheek, but moved with it, and
lessened the pain. But it still hurt, severely. Eyes boiling with anger,
she kicked the other as hard as she could.
The HG caught her foot, and flipped her over. The attacker laughed
evilly, her voice echoing into the afternoon eerily.
The HR was about to give up, with the stinging pain in her chest and
her cheek, but saw a beautiful sight.
About fifty people were approaching her, all with tee-shirts that
said, "Jonny+Jessie=Love".
"YESSS!! YOU GONNA GO DOWN, HADJI GROUPIE!"
The Hadji Groupie gulped, but was relieved when she saw, from the
opposite side of the parking lot, about fifty people with shirts saying,
"Hadji&Jessie WILL Marry!"
The HR stood up, and brushed off the dust. She pulled off her
sweater to reveal the same shirt of her collegues.
Finally, they all met. The HR scampered to her group, while the HG
did the same.
The HRs chanted, "J&J=LOVE!" (In the eyes of this author, it was a
beautiful sight)
The HGs chanted afterward in defiance, "HADJI AND JESSIE = LOVE!"
The war began.
The HRs held in their hands rocks, and gravel. They tossed it all
at the Groupies, making them sheild their eyes and cower down. But they had
something in mind.
The Groupies held water pistols, with freezing water. Super Soakers.
The HRs started to run, but were hit hard. Left and right, they
began to scream in pain and fell to their knees. They lay on the ground,
hugging it for warmth. One by one, they all fell.
The Groupies screamed in triumph, and cautiously began to pick their
way through the mess of death. It seemed almost too easy. But that didn't
matter. The Internet would now be ALL HADJI GROUPIE.
"WE HAVE WON!!!" screamed the leader, throwing her gun in the air.
"WE HAVE FINALLY TRIUMPHED!!!"
But, unexpectedly, one of the HRs yelled, "NOW!!!!"
They all got up, one by one, and jumped the HGs, tackling them to
the ground. Punching, hitting, smacking, whatever. The tides had changed,
and now they began to win.
After a few minutes of fighting, a voice cried out, "STTTTOOOPPP!!"
All in strange positions (flying through the air, about to kick
someone...etc.), they stopped.
A man stood there, in a strange suit with a cowboy hat and boots.
They all immediately repulsed and recognized him.
The Evil One, the Horrifying, the Lance Falk.
Everyone hated him.
"Don't you see what has happened? You are FIGHTING POINTLESSLY!
Stop! I will not allow this on HB property!!!"
Both the HG leader and HR leader stood up, and walked over to him,
knowing what to do. They lifted the small man off the ground, and took him
just barely passed the sign that said, "Hanna-Barbera property. No
tresspassing."
Everyone scurried up to see what would happen.
"Hey, what's going-MMMPPPHHH!!!"
They had shoved a cloth over his face.
"ATTTTACCCCCKKKK!!!!!"
And so concludes the end of Lance Falk. And the war of the HRs and HGs.
Hopefully, sometime in the near future.
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Questions? Comments? Send 'em here! zodiac64@hotmail.com
~Zodiac
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And the quote of the day (or week, month, year, decade, etc.)!
"Oh, yeah, ooooh, ahhhh. That's how it always starts. But then comes the
running, and the screaming..." ~ Ian Malcolm
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