*looks
up* What was that voice?*Get Wise: Episode 37, *cries* can't believe this is it*
*looks
up* What was that voice?
Oh,
the narrator? Well, I guess he's upset at something.
*I'm crying because this is the last episode*
Last
episode? Why are you crying? This is a joyous occasion?
Why's that?
Come now...
peace is reigning over this world. Why are we needed anymore?
*Director:* Can we PLEASE get on with this show? Narrator, just hold in those tears until everybody walks off the stage PLEASE!
*Ok*
*quickly runs off
stage*
*Director:* Now... ACTION!
*Get Wise: Episode 37. Brought to you by Little Opie Doggie Treats... Treats for your little friend.
Orakio! What
are you doing!?
What
is it?
C'mon
Orakio. It's only 5 hours to your big moment and you're still in
jeans and a muscle shirt.
You have a
bride to be waiting for you! You should be getting ready.
Oh,
but this game totally rocks. One more song please?
What the
hell are you playing?
Well,
about a month back he got hooked on Guitar Hero. Now he thinks
he's a rock star.
*sings
while playing the plastic guitar* Cause every girl's crazy about
a SHARPED DRESSED MAN! Oh yeah!
He's
still stuck on Medium by the way.
Well, just
don't let the rock star status go to his head. He has a wedding
to participate in.
I
don't get it Orak. Why are you just having a wedding like this?
*continues
to play* Shhhh... I'm concentrating on this big solo up ahead.
Wedding like
what Rulakir?
Well,
nobody is really dressing up, and him and I are wearing something
that isn't exactly dress-up material.
*storms
into the room* ORAKIO!
*drops
his guitar* D'oh! Chief, what are you doing here?
I'm
here to talk you out of this. Nothing good comes out of a
wedding. Look what it's done to me.
*sternly*
Chief...
I'm
balding, I'm fattening up, and my shoes still stink. Is this the
type of future you want?
To
be chief of control? Sure, why not?
Then
you leave me no choice. *pulls out a shotgun* Orakio, I forbid
you from marrying her.
*laughs*
Chief... put that thing away before you shoot your foot. *slaps
the gun away*
*fires
as the gun is moved, shoots his foot* OWWWWW! *jumps around on
one foot with his shoe smoking* OW OW OW OW OW!
Gee, what's
his problem?
Probably
doesn't want to see his best agent leave... but I'm not going
anywhere, so why is he worrying?
Because you
eloped?
Shhhhh.
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