[Fan Fiction] make up a big o scene!

*bows*

My God, that was beautiful, GummiBear.

Oh, GummiBear, that's so sweet! Thanks for coming up with it.

Pygmalion

GummiBear, that was so SWEET! See, I have a tear in my eye now! It was beautiful! AWWW!

Later,
Pen1300

Very sweet, gummibear

Thanks you guys! I'm glad you guys liked it.

Gummi, that was awesome. Geez, that was briliant.

I am not worthy Gummi. Gods that was brilliant. This pales in comparison but here goes;

Roger colapsed on one of his large couches.
Roger: My god, 3 cases in one day. People are so... so...
Dorothy: Hopeless is the word I believe that you are looking for.
Roger shifted his head to look at his andriod companion. He shook his head and brought a hand up to sift through his hair.
Roger: Hopeless. That sounds about right.
Dorothy quietly turned on her heels toward her room, leaving Roger alone to contimplate about his day. Plus she needed to perform her daily ritual. She normally did this when Roger was out but there was no choice now... Dorothy opened her mouth and began to sing a soft song
Dorothy: Would someone tell me what is happening to me
Why am I so misunderstood, why can't they see
Now I'm caught between the devil and the angel that
I used to be.
Her voice wafted from the closed door to the place Roger sat.

Dorothy: They say I'll understand it all in due time
But age ain't nothing but a number in my mind
I'm going crazy with this push me pull me
Caught between wrong and right

Roger's ears picked up the sweet sounds of her voice and went to find the origin of this ear candy.

Dorothy; I wanna give in to the woman in me
I wanna be someone they don't want me to be
The moral of the story is I got no choice
I must not chase the boys

Roger listened in aw through the closed door.
Roger: 'Where in the world did she learn to sing like this.' he thought and continued to listen entently.

Dorothy: I started writing down my deepest secrets
Seven days a week of truth and fantasy
Got the feelin' that the way my life is
Got to be prepared for changes

Won't someone tell me what is happenin' to me
Why am I so missunderstood
Why can't they see?
Now I'm caught between the devil and the angel
That I used to be

Roger felt wrong listening to this, listening to Dorothy sing. It felt like he was doing something dirty, but he couldn't help it. Her voiced captured him and held him in a trance.

Dorothy: I wanna give in to the woman in me
I wanna be someone they don't want me to be
The moral of the story is I got no choice
I must not chase the boys

I wanna go left but they tell me go right
Don't wanna be the little girl they kissin' goodnight
The moral of the story is I got no choice
I must not chase the boys

'When did she turn into a... siren?' he thought and pressed his ear to the door.

Dorothy:They can try to make me write a thousand lies
But that won't ever change the way I feel inside
They've got their opinions but I just don't care
Cause that's not what I wanna hear

I, I must, I must not chase the boys
I, I must, I must not chase the boys
I must, I must, I must not.. .chase.. the boys

His hand on the door he was about to enter her room when he heard her repeat the chorus

Dorothy:I wanna give in to the woman in me
I wanna be someone they don't want me to be
The moral of the story is I got no choice
I must not chase the boys

I wanna go left but they tell me go right
don't wanna be the little girl they kissin' goodnight
the moral of the story is I got no choice
I must not chase... the boys

Dorothy finished the songadn turned her head. There stood Roger in her door frame.
Dorothy: Roger why are you in my room
Roger: I heard you singing. Did anyone every tell you you sing like an angel.
Dorothy: That's how I was programmed.
Roger: No, that song held more than programming. It held emotions.
Dorothy: Well then Roger Smith, who do you think I was singing to?
Roger: The world. I don't know Dorothy, but I do know one thing.
Dorothy: What is it Roger.
Roger: You'll never have to chase me.


I just had to write that. Sorry if you hate song fics. The song Dorothy was singing was 'I must not chase the boys' by Play from the C.D RePlay.

The ending was perfect! I don't know the song, but that was a good job!

That was beautiful AngelCakes! BTW I love your Avatar!

Woo-hoo! I love song fics! Way to go, angelcakes!

In an effort to get us back to humorous scenes...


It had been a long and hard day of negotiations for Roger Smith. As the Negotiator walked into his sitting room he quickly undid his tie and collapsed onto the cushy sofa. He tossed the tie onto the nearby table before lying down to look up at the ceiling and relax.

“Hard day at work?” Dorothy asked as she walked into the room, wearing a black robe.

“Yeah, I had to negotiate with some particularly stubborn clients. One had a pretty impressive right hook.”

“But I take it that you concluded the negotiations satisfactorily?” Dorothy asked.

“Yeah, but it took a lot of negotiations of the more aggressive variety,” Roger laughed a little.

Dorothy walked over to Roger and sat down on the floor next to the couch. “So what happened?”

“Where to start…” Roger pondered. “I was hired to negotiate a long standing feud between two men. Their feud was ruining apartment and neighborhood in general. Large property devaluations, younger people didn’t feel safe, children were picking up bad habits, parents were afraid, etc. etc. So the all the tenants of the apartment organized and paid my fee to negotiate the feud out.”

“Why didn’t they do that earlier?” Dorothy asked out of curiosity.

“Well, the feud hadn’t been as bad as it was now until about three weeks ago. It was then that one of them, Jason Abagettio, pulled what they termed as ‘The Great Chicken Incident’.”

“‘Great Chicken Incident?’” Dorothy asked, “What happened?”

Roger shrugged his shoulders, “I dunno. They were all too afraid to talk about it. But from what I learned I know that it involved ten gallons of liquid butter, at least three sticks of dynamite, and over forty live chickens.”

“My, Mr. Abagettio seems to have been an active little boy,” Dorothy commented.

“That’s nothing,” said Roger. “The other guy, Tim Henderson, got him back with ‘The Noodle Incident.’ That one involved six gallons of whipped cream, a vat of boiling water, a goat, and approximately two tons of noodles.”

“Hmmm, did either of those two have jobs?” Dorothy asked, “Or did they just spend all of their time gathering up random, unrelated items and used them to cause more ‘incidents’? And the other tenants allowed them to escalate to that level before they called you?”

“Yup,” said Roger. “The other tenants had been hoping that Jason and Tim’s feud wouldn’t get that serious, but obviously it did. So anyway, after being briefed on the situation I sat both of them down to have a talk and negotiate.”

“And how did it go?” Dorothy asked curiously.

“Well…they agreed on one thing…” Roger said hesitantly, “They both hated me.”

“So I take it that this is when the ‘aggressive negotiations’ began?” Dorothy concluded. “I thought that you preferred to avoid physical violence.”

“I do,” said Roger, “But it was either fight or let them beat me into a black and red Negotiator pulp. You wouldn’t like that, would you?”

“Of course not,” Dorothy answered. “So how did the fight go?”

“It started when Jason shouted: ‘We don’t want no damn negotiations!’” Roger explained, even mimicking the Italian accent. “Tim assented with: ‘Yeah! So git youse negotiatin’ ass outta here!” Roger said with an impression of a guy from ‘Joisey.’ “So basically we got into a fist fight, I punched Tim in his gut and tossed him into a coffee table before Jason attempted to club me with a chair. I managed to uppercut him before Tom decided to rush me using the said coffee table. Thankfully I managed to dodge the coffee table battering ram, but then Jason delivered a right hook to my jaw. In return I gave him a knee to the stomach and threw him into Tom. Then the two decided to take me on together and began to attack me like wrestlers.”

“You mean like those steroid pumped up men who wear those tights and perform the very fake fights?” Dorothy asked.

“Exactly, only this was real,” Roger said as he rubbed at his head a little. “Both being fans of wrestling they managed to pick up on a few moves, and they used them for real. Though there’s a reason those wrestling moves and wrestlers are so fake. Who wouldn’t ram their head upward when someone sticks it between their legs?”

“You hit one of them where the sun doesn’t shine with your head?” Dorothy asked, a little shocked.

“Well it was either that or allow Jason to ram my face into the floor under his butt.” Roger explained. “But to make a ten minute fight short, it ended with Jason trapped under a ceiling fan and Tim’s head through his bathroom wall.”

“That sound absolutely wonderful,” Dorothy said with her voice literally dripping with sugary sweet sarcasm. “Did you still get paid in full? Or did your fee get docked for the fight?”

Roger laughed a little and wiped his hand over his forehead. “Actually I got paid double for taking care of the two that way. Plus one man was able to record the entire fight, he’s going to make copies and sell them. He’s promised to let me have 50% of the take!”

Dorothy giggled a little, “So what about Jason and Tim? Did they kiss and make up or what?”

Roger laughed harder. “Now they’re busy sharing a cell together in prison! Poor Dastun! You know, some of the apartment residents are petitioning to have me given a medal of honor and to build a statue to me in the apartment lobby!” Roger began to guffaw on the couch. He grabbed his sides in pain form laughter. Once Roger was done laughing he sat up on the couch. “Damn I’m beat, I’m gonna take a shower and then go to bed.” He looked over at Dorothy as he got up to leave. “Why are you wearing that robe?”

Dorothy frowned a little. “I was hoping that your day wouldn’t have been so active, that way you would have had some energy for-” Dorothy stopped as a faint beeping was heard. “Oh darn, the hot fudge is all heated up now… and what am I going to do with all of that whipped cream?”

“Dorothy, just what exactly were you planning?” he asked.

“It doesn’t matter now since you’re so tired…” Dorothy said almost regretfully.

“Damnit! Just tell me! I know it involves whipped cream and hot fudge! What is it that you’re wearing under that robe?”

Dorothy pulled off her robe and let it pool down to her feet. Underneath it she was scantily clad in a tight-fitting, skimpy black leather bikini. She raised one eyebrow and gave a suggestive sort of smirk, “You know now?”

Roger’s eyes were very wide. He let out a soft whistle, “I just got my second wind! But can we wait until I can freshen up a bit?”

“Sure, go ahead,” said Dorothy as she pulled her robe back on. “It will give me time to get the ice cream out. Vanilla or rocky road?”

“Vanilla,” said Roger as he began to walk towards his bathroom, “Rocky road gets itchy once it starts to melt. Vanilla is always nice and smooth…” Just as he turned the knob and opened the door he thought of something else. He turned to Dorothy and hopefully asked, “With a cherry on top too?”

Dorothy turned and smiled at him, “Whatever you want, my Negotiator…”

Roger and Dorothy both left, smiling so widely that it would make the Cheshire Cat envious…

*nods head*

ahhh... back with the old...


if only there was more with the transformers...

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Originally posted by The Big Omega In an effort to get us back to humorous scenes... “Sure, go ahead,” said Dorothy as she pulled her robe back on. “It will give me time to get the ice cream out. Vanilla or rocky road?” “Vanilla,” said Roger as he began to walk towards his bathroom, “Rocky road gets itchy once it starts to melt. Vanilla is always nice and smooth…” Just as he turned the knob and opened the door he thought of something else. He turned to Dorothy and hopefully asked, “With a cherry on top too?”

I shouldn't ask, but where is Norman during all these goings on? :p

Very well done!

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Originally posted by Zola I shouldn't ask, but where is Norman during all these goings on? :p Very well done!

Norman is with you in the 'Mary Sue' stories, doing... the 'usual' things.

*giggles* I guess somebody had to finish up my scene with the ice cream several, several pages back. Except mine was more innocent.

(Rocky Road itchy?? Well, yeah, now that I think about it. *looks at clock and notes husband will be home in hour-and-a-half; goes to check fridge* Excuse me ... )

EDIT: I know I'm not going to get any sleep, so I'll write out the Secret Scene after the show's over tonight. Heh-heh-heh.

What is Norman doing And Lady Tesser, way to much informaton, way WAY to much Here's a warning; never watch Sailor Moon while in the Nightingale Club
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Dorothy slowly opened her eyes. Looking down on her wardrobe she suppressed a shriek, but failed miserably
Dorothy; AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! WHAT THE.....
She was clad in a blue and red fuku with a large bow on the back.
Out of no where Sailor Venus (who looked like Angel) popped up.
Sailor Venus: You really shouldn't swear Sailor Moon. Mini-Moon might her you.
Mini-Moon: You really shouldn't, my delicate ears will tainted with dirty words.
Dorothy shouted into the sky,
Dorothy: WHO THE H*** IS SAILOR MOON!!!!!!!
Sailor Venus: That would be you. You're such a blonde sometimes Sailor Moon.
Mini: Makes sense, she is blonde.
'What are they talking about, I'm a redhead' Dorothy thought. She got up got up to look at herself in a shop window.
Dorothy: OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!
Her beautiful red hair had been replaced with blonde meatball.
Dorothy:I'm in hell, aren't I?
Tuxedo Mask (Roger) : Sailor Moon, you really need to control that temper of yours.
Dorothy: Roger, thank god get me out of here.
Tuxedo Mask: Who's Roger?
Again out of no where a figure popped up. It was Sailor Mercury a.k.a Alan Gabriel.
Sailor Mercury: Hi gang, what up?
Dorothy: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
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Roger: Dorothy, Dorothy wake-up Dorothy.
Roger shook her to wake her up. Her eyes fluttered open
Dorothy: Sailor Moon, Sailor Mini-Moon. AHHH!!!!
Roger: Dorothy it was a nightmare. Just a nightmare.
Dorothy buried her face in his chest causing him to blush.
Dorothy: Oh Roger it was horrible! You were wearing red velvet and Alan Gariel was there.
Roger: What about him?
Dorothy: He was wearing a blue-mini skirt
Roger:

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Originally posted by The Big Omega Norman is with you in the 'Mary Sue' stories, doing... the 'usual' things.

Ahem! I guess he's pretty busy then!

How all. I hope that I don't offend anybody:

** Bump ** ** Bump **
Dorothy: Roger, I don't think that's how its down.
Roger: What do you know about this? How many times have you done it?
** Bump ** ** Bump **
Dorothy: I can't say that I ever had done it before. But...
Roger: But what? If you have something to say, just say it!
** Bump ** ** Bump **
Dorothy: Well, I see Norman do it all the time. He is usually more acurate than...
Roger: Than what? Me?
** Bump ** ** Bump **
Dorothy: Well, I don't mean any disrespect, but...
Roger: If you are going to criticize me, then get off.
** Bump ** ** Bump **
Dorothy: Look at yourself, you are getting all sweaty and your hair is drenched. Norman never get's like that...
Roger: Stop comparing me to him. I am twice the man that he is.
Dorothy: By the looks of it, I would have to disagree.
** Bump ** ** Bump **
Dorothy: No, I am sorry. I am just being impatient.
Roger: Ah, there it goes. Come on, baby. Give it to me! Ah....
** The motorcycle starts up. **
Roger: You see, I told you I can get it started.
Dorothy: I never doubted you!

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Originally posted by tvperez ** Bump ** ** Bump ** ... Roger: Ah, there it goes. Come on, baby. Give it to me! Ah.... ** The motorcycle starts up. ** Roger: You see, I told you I can get it started. Dorothy: I never doubted you!

Next time, Roger, give it some choke! It'll start right up, then!

Pygmalion
biker momma

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Originally posted by Pygmalion Next time, Roger, give it some choke! It'll start right up, then! Pygmalion biker momma

For some reason, that made me lmao...

You guys are the reason my family thinks I am completely insane, I hope you realize that!