02-15-2012, 12:17 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-15-2012, 12:26 AM by Megabrawler.)
That 12's Show
IT'S THE 2012 SHOW IT'S THE 2012 SHOW IT'S THE 2012 SHOW AND THAT'S THE END OF THIS INTRO
Dirk: Hello, depressing new dawn.
Dirk: Hope I become the club president on Monday or everyone can just burn in hell.
(Later)
Dirk: Hm, these flyers need more glitter in order to attract the more queerish parts of my school.
Dirk: Hey Ike, have any glitter?
Ike: No, I gave it all away to Bob 2 days ago. You know, I was originally supposed to run club president, but Bob convinced me not to run. I am excellent at charisma according to him, so he used me as his puppet to be spreading all the "Vote for motherfucking Bob" BS. It's only this morning since I realized how much of a tool I am for falling for his asshattery.
Dirk: No glitter then. I wished I had some comic relief to keep me off moping.
Ike: Hey, do you have anyone helping you spread your image and crap like that?
Dirk: Well, I was supposed to have this one friend who was going to help me, but.... I don't think he's ever coming back.
Ike: I can help you, but only because I want to see Bob fail.
Dirk: Well, we could put up these advertisement banners or...-
(Later, after school)
Dirk: Hm, time to go now..
Ike: Hey, wait up!
Dirk: Huh....?
Ike: I admire your teamwork last period. How about we officially become friends?
Dirk: It's been a while since I had a friend so um..
Ike: Hey, I know what you're going through. Your friend made a huge emotional mess and blamed it on you? Right?!?
Dirk: Not really-
Ike: Oh! Did he-
Dirk: Listen, it's a tragic and complicated story, I'll explain it later, I promise.
Ike: Oh, OK. We can be friends, right though?
Dirk: I guess so.
Ike: Great, I'll be at your house when your parents accept me.
Dirk: Well, my parents doesn't mind so-
Ike: Great. Heh, we go on the same bus.
(Later)
Ike: So this is your house.
Dirk: Yeah.
Dirk: And this is my room.
Dirk: Hold on, I need to check something...
Ike: Hey, is that a forum you're looking at?
Dirk: Erm, yeah.
Ike: Hm, I recognise that forum.
Dirk: You.. You do?
Ike: Yes, I have about a 1000 posts there.
Dirk: So, that was you?
Ike: Heh, life is weird.
Dirk: Huh, I think we might get along well..
(On Election Day)
Dirk: Oh shit, I'm nervous. I hate giving speeches in front of people.
Ike: Don't worry, just get out there. They're too stupid to understand any of our speeches, but I heard that the key of winning club elections is confidence.
Dirk: Well, here I go.
Dirk: Hello, club members, I'm here to (One tl;dl speech later)
Dirk: Oh god, I really hope I get elected.
Ike: And the vote count is in!
Ike: And the president of the club is..... Holy fuck balls. Bob?! How the fuck is that possible?
Dirk: Well, it doesn't really matter now. I've had fun and that's what matters.
Some Kid: (Rushing in) Guys, guys! The votes were rigged!
Dirk & Ike: Huh?
Some kid: (Panting) Yeah, turns out that Bob was trying to somehow submit his own votes but we found out that there were more votes than club members, and that Bob isn't so good at disguising his own handwriting.
Ike: Looks like this does end with a happy ending!
Some kid: Well, I'm going to have to hurry for a report on class attendance. (Rushes out of the room)
Ike: So, wanna read some FT posts after school?
Dirk: Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.
THE END
IT'S THE 2012 SHOW IT'S THE 2012 SHOW IT'S THE 2012 SHOW AND THAT'S THE END OF THIS INTRO
Dirk: Hello, depressing new dawn.
Dirk: Hope I become the club president on Monday or everyone can just burn in hell.
(Later)
Dirk: Hm, these flyers need more glitter in order to attract the more queerish parts of my school.
Dirk: Hey Ike, have any glitter?
Ike: No, I gave it all away to Bob 2 days ago. You know, I was originally supposed to run club president, but Bob convinced me not to run. I am excellent at charisma according to him, so he used me as his puppet to be spreading all the "Vote for motherfucking Bob" BS. It's only this morning since I realized how much of a tool I am for falling for his asshattery.
Dirk: No glitter then. I wished I had some comic relief to keep me off moping.
Ike: Hey, do you have anyone helping you spread your image and crap like that?
Dirk: Well, I was supposed to have this one friend who was going to help me, but.... I don't think he's ever coming back.
Ike: I can help you, but only because I want to see Bob fail.
Dirk: Well, we could put up these advertisement banners or...-
(Later, after school)
Dirk: Hm, time to go now..
Ike: Hey, wait up!
Dirk: Huh....?
Ike: I admire your teamwork last period. How about we officially become friends?
Dirk: It's been a while since I had a friend so um..
Ike: Hey, I know what you're going through. Your friend made a huge emotional mess and blamed it on you? Right?!?
Dirk: Not really-
Ike: Oh! Did he-
Dirk: Listen, it's a tragic and complicated story, I'll explain it later, I promise.
Ike: Oh, OK. We can be friends, right though?
Dirk: I guess so.
Ike: Great, I'll be at your house when your parents accept me.
Dirk: Well, my parents doesn't mind so-
Ike: Great. Heh, we go on the same bus.
(Later)
Ike: So this is your house.
Dirk: Yeah.
Dirk: And this is my room.
Dirk: Hold on, I need to check something...
Ike: Hey, is that a forum you're looking at?
Dirk: Erm, yeah.
Ike: Hm, I recognise that forum.
Dirk: You.. You do?
Ike: Yes, I have about a 1000 posts there.
Dirk: So, that was you?
Ike: Heh, life is weird.
Dirk: Huh, I think we might get along well..
(On Election Day)
Dirk: Oh shit, I'm nervous. I hate giving speeches in front of people.
Ike: Don't worry, just get out there. They're too stupid to understand any of our speeches, but I heard that the key of winning club elections is confidence.
Dirk: Well, here I go.
Dirk: Hello, club members, I'm here to (One tl;dl speech later)
Dirk: Oh god, I really hope I get elected.
Ike: And the vote count is in!
Ike: And the president of the club is..... Holy fuck balls. Bob?! How the fuck is that possible?
Dirk: Well, it doesn't really matter now. I've had fun and that's what matters.
Some Kid: (Rushing in) Guys, guys! The votes were rigged!
Dirk & Ike: Huh?
Some kid: (Panting) Yeah, turns out that Bob was trying to somehow submit his own votes but we found out that there were more votes than club members, and that Bob isn't so good at disguising his own handwriting.
Ike: Looks like this does end with a happy ending!
Some kid: Well, I'm going to have to hurry for a report on class attendance. (Rushes out of the room)
Ike: So, wanna read some FT posts after school?
Dirk: Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.
THE END