Prevsational

[Previsionary]

Well, well, well, it's been a long time since the show was on the air, but I aim to bring it back and more powerful than ever. That's right, you flesh bags, Prevsational is back on FakeTV! This season, you can expect to see all types of guests and funny fun fun stuff out the wazoo. New set, new host, new people, new ways to end in tragedy. Let's get it started.

*music plays and prev casually melts into the floor as a shadow and reforms in his comfy leather seat chair behind a medium sized wooden desk.*

:prev: Now, I know we've been off for awhile, so let's do a bit of catch-up before our first guest comes out here, alright?

*the audience cheers. One woman holds up a sign hailing Randy*

:prev: Quiet down, peons! Anyway, last show, we had a lot of craziness going on up in this joint. Lots of chaos and destruction.

*clips of TPE being knocked into a tub of jello by Minute Man appear on the screen just to the right of prev quickly followed by a screen shot of Omni_1000 doing some behind the scenes plotting.*

:prev: Things just got a bit out of hand and the show just had to be canceled.

*clips of reep escorting a bunch of kids onto the stage and shouting 'Fight! Fight! Fight!' appear on the screen. Seconds later, a shot of Prev shooting Super Cracker and absorbing him into the floor shock the audience*

:prev: And now that I'm the official new host of this crap hole, you can expect things to be much different.

*Clips of Prem talking to King Be and Panda Be appear on the screen followed closely by a shot of Prem laughing at Sven*

:prev: So, there you have it. The show went crazy and it had to quickly be canceled. Things had become wild and the networks just couldn't have that. Now, I don't think this show will be tame either, but all the craziness of the last show is officially over. So, let's go to commercial break as our first guest prepares himself!

[Spam]

:spam: *peers out the curtain to see if that was his que, then gets shoved by a staff member whispering "You're on, you're on!". Thus, Spam continues to go over where Prev is and shake is hand. But one handshake is not enough. Spam then continues to go around the room, finding every staff member he can find to shake their hands. Then, he tries to shake some of the audience members hands, but then gets denied as security starts to guide him to his seat, as Spam is still making the hand shaking motion to thin air. But still, Spam sits down, and awaits to get questioned*

[Previsionary]

:prev: Our first guest certainly knows how to make a unique entrance. It's only the first show and guards have been used!

*audience laughs*

:prev: Welcome, Spam, to my show. I trust you had a good trip over here? And if you didn't...whatever.

:spam: "Yeah, I had a good trip. By the way, you should totally check out the hotel I'm staying at, which I think you're paying for... at least, that's what I thought it said in the contract. But anyways, yes, a safe trip was had by all... and when I say all, I mean me."

:prev: Ok, hero-boy, I know we haven't had any type of interaction before since I've been pretty low key in my villainy at the moment, but how's your life going? Still out there fighting the pathetic good fight?

:spam: "Yeah, how come we've never had this type of interaction before? It's like... dang. But yes, I still do fight bad guys, and on my time off... well, I can't really say what I do on my time off. That would be spoiling what superheros everywhere do on their time off. Let's just say I keep very hush-hush."

:prev: We'll see how well that goes over, won't we?

*audience laughs*

:prev: I hear that you recently got a chance to vote for the next feifdom winner. Who did you vote for and how do you feel about the results?

:spam: "We will? Oh yeah, we will, right. I gotcha. Anyways, um I voted for Tiobe. Mainly because he reminds me of a really, really smart guy. So, why not make the smart guy Preside-I mean Fiefdom... ruler. And yeah, I feel really good about it, because he won, and unlike Randy, not to diss the guy or anything, but I don't think that Tiobe will kill me in a very brutal manner. And I don't think Tiobe has found any sort of creature to do most of his biddings... at least, I don't think he has."

*:prev (mentally): That's what you think*

:prev: I actually made a comment awhile back about you being mindwiped by tiobe's tentacles. Do you take offense to that? Your tune did change pretty quickly after Ian commented.

:spam: "I don't know, do I sound mad? And I didn't know Tiobe even had mind tentacle thingies. Those must be a pain to keep track of, so you don't end up accidentally wiping your own mind. That would be bad. But anyways back to the question, at first I was. I was just in utter shock that somebody would say that to me. I mean, I'm not the person who normally gets shocked by the actions, and words of people even though I am a superhero, so when you said that I nearly broke down into an unfixable emotional barrier that was about to break down. But now I'm okay. After about a straight 65 hours in therapy, I just felt better about it. I forgive you, Prev, even if you won't accept it."

*:prev (mentally): Is...he serious right now? Dude needs to rent a movie or something.*
*audience awws*

:prev: Well, Spam, I forgive YOU and it's time for you to move your spammy butt out of the chair so the next guest can come out. Got any last words to say? Anything to plug? Any shoutouts? Don't go crazy.

:spam: "Um yeah, I do have just one thing to say....... *takes quite a few deep breaths before going into what he's going to say* Rubik's cube... Think about it."

...

*audience claps...slowly*

:prev: Just scoot into the next seat, kid. Our next guest is about to come out and I'm sure he'd like to chat with ya a bit. I hear you guys are teammates. This should be interesting.

:spam: *scoots into the next seat, eagerly awaiting who's going to sit next to him, and cheers very, very loudly even before people start to cheer*

...

:prev: Just...just go to the break.

*commercial*

:prev: Ok, Spam, that was great. But you're just a wee bit kooky. Result of Pals, much?

[ow_tiobe_sb]

*A bowler-hatted, severely-dressed, dignified gentleman quietly draws back the curtain to survey the stage and the audience beyond.  He appears to converse with a party concealed within.*

: All security teams are in place, sir, and the audience appears desperate for a change of guests.  Prior to your engagement this evening, I instructed Mr. Rave to commence a whisper campaign regarding Master Spam's alleged listeriosis infection.  I believe the stratagem may have borne rancid fruit, sir.

: Capital, Lane!  All must go according to plan, tonight, Lane, for this is my opportunity to prove to the world that our administration has the idleness, the foppery, the sheer aestheticism necessary to lead this realm into a new era of prosperity.

: As you wish, sir.  I believe that Mr. Previsionary is prepared to issue your cue.  "Break a leg," sir, as they say in the theatre.

: I fully intend to do so, thank you, Lane.  Tonight, we usher in a new gelded age for the Sacred Pink Gin Mill.

*exits*

ow_tiobe_sb
Phantom Bunburyist and Fop o' th' Morning

[Previsionary]

*Prev glares at tiobe as he makes his away across the stage. No doubt remembering a time where he almost attacked Tiobe but...didn't.*

commercial ends

:prev: Welcome back, folks, and let's welcome our new leader, Tiobe!

*the crowd cheers and the woman holding the randy sign tosses a tomato at tiobe as he takes his seat*

:prev: Well, looks like you've got some enemies. This seems to be the norm for you these days. How do you feel about this, hero and leader of the gin mill/house of delicate doilies?

: Well, Mr. Preliminary, I fancy I should take the opportunity to declare that my administration is steadfastly opposed to norms.  As you may recall, my manservant Lane and I ran on the Anomie Party ticket.  The campaign run was a difficult one, I can tell you, given that it had no clear direction, no obvious destination, and no breaks for a cup of tea and a bit of cucumber sandwich.  In fact, 'tis not clear to me that we have yet finished running the campaign.  Is my appearance tonight for a fundraiser, or did you summon me here to resolve unfinished business about that sheep-shearing pyramid scheme in Leeds that lost me the twenty pounds I still owe my haberdasher?

*:prev (mentally): Previsionary, buster.   <_< I'm not even going to address your questions.*

:prev: I see. Not only will I ignore that question, I'll also pretend you don't eat cucumber sandwiches.  I'm sure you're planning on reforming the Fiefdom into a more dignified place with less killings, right? Why don't you just share with us some of your plans for the place?

:  I am so very pleased that you asked that question, Mr. Prolapse!  My cabinet and I have examined this question thoroughly, and we have developed a five-point plan to completely redo the cabinets...and the divans in the grand salon, not to mention those bloodstained draperies in the master butchery.  We are still holding budget hearings about the programme, but rest assured that implementation will take place over the next five years.  It may be the responsibility of my successor to determine the future of a rack--a particularly troublesome article of furniture discovered in the Rococo boudoir that Mr. Ripoff, my predecessor, seems to have left in disarray--but I am confident that my administration will lay the foundation for changing the face of that region...of the Prime Minister's residence.

*:prev (mentally): P-R-E-V-I-S-I-O-N-A-R-Y...understand it?*

:prev: You know what's funny, Tiobe? You and I had very light interaction in the past. Thanks to some unfortunate time loop and your trip to limbo, we never got to have a showdown. I heard you traveled to France recently to take on some other big foe, how was it?

: Zounds!  I had no notion that this would be such an inquisitional interview, Mr. Prophylaxis.  I am bound to say that I am not at liberty to disclose my whereabouts or my objectives during the sojourn in question, but suffice it to say that those seditious mollusks will not be troubling our bons amis across the Channel for the foreseeable future.

*audience cheers, randy's supporter boos and hisses*

:prev: Well, enough of this sweet talk, let's really pick your mind here. There's been various talks of uprisings and hostile takeovers and your reign hasn't even begun. Are you nervous? Scared? You have some pretty big names out trying to take off your head, so to speak.

: Pshaw, Mr. Promontory!  There is no need for hyperbole at this, the nativity of my term.  I have it on good authority from the brilliant gentlemen at SMF that all names, whether friend or foe, will appear in the same font size within the confines of the Gin Mill.  By working with SMF, I plan to deliver my promise of "liberté, égalité, frivolité" to the people in this, our new republic; consequently, there will be no citizen of the Gin Mill whose name is bigger than thine or mine--you may take my word on that.

*:prev (mentally):  :huh:*

:prev: Do you really think you can take on someone like Randy? He has a history of getting what he wants.

: *chuckle* See here, Mr. Pretext, I am gratified to know that this "Randy" fellow is a man who satisfies his ambitions, but I must first ask you what the man does.  Can he sweep a chimney or clear the drains?  Has he mastered the art of topiary or general landscaping?  You can hardly expect me to take the man on and pay him an honest day's wage if I haven't the foggiest idea what trade he practices, now can you?

*:prev (mentally): Must...get...Randy...on...show...ASAP!  :twisted:*

:prev: Ok, the segment is running a bit long, so let's head to break. But, before we go, Tiobe, why don't you tell us about the little champ beside you? Spam, was it? Yeah, talk about him. Will he be your number two?

: Why, Mr. Priapus, I am astonished!  I was under the impression that I was discoursing with a gentleman, but I have been maliciously deceived!  I refuse to answer that question on the basis that it would be unbecoming of me to dignify it.  While Master Spam often does resemble a bit of half-digested meat byproduct, I must remind you that I am a notorious vegetarian and would never dream of making him my, my..."number two," as you say in your vulgar fashion.  Is that the sort of base cant you exchange in the former colonies?  Egads!  A few centuries removed from the influence of Her Majesty, and this is the type of depraved speech one encounters from the degenerate savages of the New World!

*:prev (mentally): Are all these Pal dweebs mental? IT'S PREVISIONARY!  :banghead:*

:prev: Alright, blowhard, commercial break time. Why don't you sit here for a bit and allow us to play a small little game before you leave? That's right folks...Spam and Tiobe will be participating in a bit of trivia fun...depending on whether or not something doesn't explode or a chair isn't thrown.

*image of kitty-omni tossing a chair into the audience as the screen cuts into a commercial*

:prev: Ok, we're in break. Tiobe, my name...it's previsionary. It'd be best if you remembered this in the future unless you want your right arm hanging out your stomach and your left attached to your spine. How would your outfits fit then?

*prev stands up and points to the gameshow stage where a giant projection screen sits comfortably between two panels and a wooden stool.*

:prev: If you two wouldn't mind participating, we're gonna play a small game and try to get to know you both better. You two decide among yourselves, I've gotta disappear for a bit.

*pops out of existence leaving a small trail of shadowy smoke*

[kkhohoho]

*Unless the organizer(s) of this thread deem(s) otherwise, the figure that is often represented by a  :santa:  is sitting in the audience, wielding the deadliest of devices: 2 bags. The bag on the right contains 10 rotten tomatoes, 5 old smelly cabbages, and 1 golf club, while the bag on the left contains a duck with serious issues.  The bag on the right is currently sealed, so as to not fill himself with nausea.  The bag on the left is mostly sealed, with the only opening of any kind being air-holes.

[randyripoff]

*:prev (mentally): Must...get...Randy...on...show...ASAP!  :twisted:*

I don't do television...just pain!

*drenches and then tases ow_tiobe_sb*

[Spam]

:spam: "Yeah, I guess I'm up for some trivia... as long as there's a question about Star Wars in there."

FORIAMSPAM!

[The Phantom Eyebrow]

* In the midst of the crowd the Phantom Eyebrow sits inconspicuous behind a disguise of dark glasses and a fake moustache *

[Previsionary]

:spam: "Yeah, I guess I'm up for some trivia... as long as there's a question about Star Wars in there."

FORIAMSPAM!

*reforms in the hosting seat and coughs*

:prev: Well, Spam, since Tiobe was just tasered...I think you'll have to wait for the trivia. Just sit there and wait for our next guest!  After the commercial break.

*break*

[Deaths Jester]

*behind the curtain, the rotten remains of DJ sits nervously twitching.  The idea of television time grinds on what remains on his mind, forcing him to go to his backup plan for nerves.....VODKA!  Bottles upon bottles quickly pass through his hands to his mouth and back into thin air, until finally fifeteen bottles have been devoured. All that's left for him to do now, is wait...and wait...and wait....and broil his revenge flavored sandwich...and wait!*

[Previsionary]

*The break ends and prev slightly fidgets in his seat as a hyper Spam does...something.*

:prev: Ok, people, welcome out Death Jester!

*DJ comes shambling from behind the curtain towards Prev.  However before he gets there he trips over one of the television cords on the floor and falls flat out before Prev.*

DJ: Ach..that bloody well moved me spleen!

*:prev (mentally): Wow...he's much more of a doofus than I usually accredit to him.*

*crowd applauds and then covers their noses. Seconds later, they put on their oxygen masks*

:prev: You really know how to shut up a room huh? Lucky for me, I don't breathe.

DJ: Oh yeah, ye know, the flies and such do that all the time.  Course seeing as ye nothing but a two-bit crack w***e, I would think you'd shut the room up quite fast too!

:prev: *with eyebrow raised* Watch it, freak, I'd restore your life only to strip it out of you again. Now, let's get to it. I hear that you recently joined a superhero team and two of your teammates happened to have just been on the show. What do you think of the team and your comrades?

DJ: Well, while the group has been quite interesting I'm a bit worried about that Spam fellow.  I mean, he's canned meat?!?!?!  That can't be sanitary.  Plus they keep cleaning my couch, which really pisses me off!  I mean, it's my couch!  If I want to bring it to life with my own goo then let it happen!  QUIT CLEANING ME COUCH!!!

*:prev (mentally): When a dead things starts speaking about sanitation issues, then there's certainly a problem.*

:prev: Mhm, I hear you went to France where you lost your arms for a few good hours. There's also talk of zombies and huge *beep* dogs. How was that experience for you? Oh, how was the French booze? You went to France right? My producers can't really confirm if you went to France or London, England.

DJ: I think it was France, I cannae remember either.  I mean, I was pretty soused on vodka and rubbing alcohol during that adventure.  'ell, I don't even remember losing me arms or anything like that.  I do remember the zombies, which was pretty cool.  Never knew I could control them and all...course that could've been a result of that French booze.  That stuff is so bitter!

:prev: So I see. You were recently in the run to become the next leader of the fiefdom but you didn't make it as an actual nominee. How do you feel about that and how do you feel about tiobe being in a leadership position?

DJ: I'm outright unhappy!  I mean, I've beena round longer than tiobe so I should've had first shot at being in a leadership position.  That and I have more experience than Tiobe at leading things.  Remember I am the leader of the Undead Jalapeneo Horde after all.  *A clip of the Undead Jalapeneo Horde facing off against randy's Sharkmen appears beside DJ*  Ahhh...that was such a fun fight.

:prev: There's been a bit of talk of an uprising--

woman: YEAH! DOWN WITH TIOBE *a tomato is tossed onto stage*

:prev: ...There's been talk of uprisings and I want to know if you've been planning your own rebellion against Tiobe's rule?

DJ: Maybe...but I won't reveal anything else with him around here! I might be stupid but not utterly stupid!

*:prev (mentally): Could've fooled me!  :o*

:prev: Well, we're almost out of time, but one more question before we set up for a surprise ending. Do you really think Randy will take down Tiobe? He's the most ruthless villain of them all and there's no doubt that he's just waiting for the right moment to overthrow Tiobe.

DJ:Not without 'elp, I mean Tiobe's bloody language would stop Randy right off.  I mean, where the 'ell does he get some of these words and why can't he bloody well talk like a normal freaking person!

*:prev (mentally): Says the dead guy...*

:prev: Well, let's get the stage setup and say thank you to our guests. You guys got a few moments to talk among yourselves as we head into a commercial.

*camera focuses in on the screen just to the right of prev as a scene of BriGonitioner appears on the screen as we head into yet another break.*

:prev: Ok, DJ...you know what we have to do.

*tosses a foam bat into DJ's hand and walks across the stage onto a rising platform*

:prev: If you're man enough...oh, you can do something too, Spam-a-lot.

[Deaths Jester]

*grabs the foam bat and heads towards the raised platform*

DJ: "Oh, I'm man enough!  Let's get this bloody thing done with, my undead jalapeno horde members are getting bored with ye ignorant blabber! But I am not touching that canned meat over there!" *points his bat at Spammy* "Even the dead have some things we won't mess with!"

[Previsionary]

*raises eyebrow*

:prev: Pathetic dingbat.

*effortlessly lifts DJ, using telekinesis, onto the rising platform and waits until the platform stop at an even 50ft in the air*

:prev: The game's simple...this balance beam thing will be our battlezone. When the alarm rings...*brandishes bat* I'm going for your FRICKIN' head!

*15 second clock counts down just as the commercial ends*

[Deaths Jester]

*raises eyebrow*

:prev: Pathetic dingbat.

*effortlessly lifts DJ, using telekinesis, onto the rising platform and waits until the platform stop at an even 50ft in the air*

:prev: The game's simple...this balance beam thing will be our battlezone. When the alarm rings...*brandishes bat* I'm going for your FRICKIN' head!

*15 second clock counts down just as the commercial ends*

*yawns slightly*

DJ: "I am not a pathetic dingbat, in fact I have a perfect strategy to beat ye frickin' @$$ in!  And I'm not scared of ye going for me head...it's detachable...ye jerk!"

[Spam]

"But I am not touching that canned meat over there!" *points his bat at Spammy* "Even the dead have some things we won't mess with!"

Aww, come on man. What are ya, turkey, I mean, ham, I mean, chicken?

FORIAMSPAM!

[kkhohoho]

"But I am not touching that canned meat over there!" *points his bat at Spammy* "Even the dead have some things we won't mess with!"

Aww, come on man. What are ya, turkey, I mean, ham, I mean, chicken?

FORIAMSPAM!

*Throws the duck with serious issues to the stage.*

[vamp]

"But I am not touching that canned meat over there!" *points his bat at Spammy* "Even the dead have some things we won't mess with!"

Aww, come on man. What are ya, turkey, I mean, ham, I mean, chicken?

FORIAMSPAM!

*Throws the duck with serious issues to the stage.*

*Throws Khohoho on stage*

He has more issues than the duck

[Previsionary]

*raises eyebrow*

:prev: Pathetic dingbat.

*effortlessly lifts DJ, using telekinesis, onto the rising platform and waits until the platform stop at an even 50ft in the air*

:prev: The game's simple...this balance beam thing will be our battlezone. When the alarm rings...*brandishes bat* I'm going for your FRICKIN' head!

*15 second clock counts down just as the commercial ends*

*yawns slightly*

DJ: "I am not a pathetic dingbat, in fact I have a perfect strategy to beat ye frickin' @$$ in!  And I'm not scared of ye going for me head...it's detachable...ye jerk!"

*10*

:prev: You (beep)!

*9*

:prev: I'll rip you limb to limb without my magic!

*8*

:prev: And without my telekinesis and telepathy!

*7*

:prev: Though the latter won't work on ya anyway!

*6*
*5*
*4*

:prev: You're going down! *throws foam bat and DJ's right leg*

*3*
*2*

:prev: What? Commercial's almost over! Gotta go!

*1, prev effortlessly reforms in his chair leaving DJ stranded on the platform*

:prev: WELCOME BACK! KKHO! SPAM! DUCK! Take your issues elsewhere. Next up on the talkshow, you ask? VAMP! Let's give the guy a few minutes to get ready and this show will be on a roll!

*:prev (mentally): Poor, DJ...by now he should know not to trust a villain. Idget.  ^_^*

[kkhohoho]

*Grabs the duck and heads back to his seat in the audience.*

[vamp]

*Vamp sits behind the curtain twiddling his thumbs in anticipation. To make matters worse, he remembers that he hates cameras....and Prev. Vamp walks to restroom to relax. A loud screech is heard from the restroom, breaking all the glass in the vicinity.*

Vamp: Well that feels better....

Staff: Its time fro you to go....

*Vamp slowly walks onto stage only to realize that he has toilet paper stuck on his shoe, which he then flings at DJ* 

[Deaths Jester]

*raises eyebrow*

:prev: Pathetic dingbat.

*effortlessly lifts DJ, using telekinesis, onto the rising platform and waits until the platform stop at an even 50ft in the air*

:prev: The game's simple...this balance beam thing will be our battlezone. When the alarm rings...*brandishes bat* I'm going for your FRICKIN' head!

*15 second clock counts down just as the commercial ends*

*yawns slightly*

DJ: "I am not a pathetic dingbat, in fact I have a perfect strategy to beat ye frickin' @$$ in!  And I'm not scared of ye going for me head...it's detachable...ye jerk!"

*10*

:prev: You (beep)!

*9*

:prev: I'll rip you limb to limb without my magic!

*8*

:prev: And without my telekinesis and telepathy!

*7*

:prev: Though the latter won't work on ya anyway!

*6*
*5*
*4*

:prev: You're going down! *throws foam bat and DJ's right leg*

*3*
*2*

:prev: What? Commercial's almost over! Gotta go!

*1, prev effortlessly reforms in his chair leaving DJ stranded on the platform*

:prev: WELCOME BACK! KKHO! SPAM! DUCK! Take your issues elsewhere. Next up on the talkshow, you ask? VAMP! Let's give the guy a few minutes to get ready and this show will be on a roll!

*:prev (mentally): Poor, DJ...by now he should know not to trust a villain. Idget.  ^_^*

*throws his foam bat down in rage!*
DJ: "Ye started this fight and now ye run the (beep) away from me!!!  Oh I shall get ye for this, ye bloody idiot!"
*concentrates really hard and calls upon his undead jalapeneo horde to save him*

[Previsionary]

*prev stares at DJ with a smirk*

:prev: Be careful, DJ, wouldn't want you to fall or lay bricks...plz don't lay bricks!

*a gust of wind blows by as a piece of tissue flies towards DJ thrown by vamp*

:prev: Welcome to the show VAMP VAMPIRE RODRIGUEZ!

Vamp: Uhmm, my name is Vamp, just Vamp. Like Cher.

:prev: Yes, I know it's not your name. It just sounds better. Accept it.

Vamp: Only if you accept that shirt makes you look fat.

:prev: Mhm, moving on. I've never had to chance to actually meet you. Tell us a bit about yourself. Hero, villain, powers, whatever.

Vamp: Well I technically am a hero, but my methods can sometimes cross the boundaries. Not to say I am not a nice guy, I just do what has to be done. My powers are sound based so as you can imagine, things can get pretty...destructive to say the least, so to limit that I have learned various fighting styles to dispatch my enemies quickly.

:prev (mentally): He's Batman.

:prev: I hear that you recently tried to set syn on fire and you even went so far as to plan a small uprising against Tiobe. Do you not like them?

Vamp: Of course I like them! If I didn't I wouldn't have done these things. This is how I show my love. By the way, when you get that package from me, make sure not to shake it too hard.

:prev: Like them or not, that is a pretty horrific thing to do. I approve. Also, what package? I don't get mail where I live. While we're on the subject of Tiobe, do you think he's going to have a good stint as a leader? If so, why? If not, then do you think someone else is better equipped for the job? OOO, how do you think Randy will go after Tiobe? It's a 3 part question.

Vamp: Lets just say the contents of that package are so fun that it will bite you in the crouch and give you rabies.

*:unsure:*

But lets get back to the topic of Leadership. While Tiobe wasn't my first pick in this election, i do believe he will be.....well he will just be Tiobe. As for how randy will dispatch him, it will probably be the most vicious thing he can imagine....So the plan is obviously to have his Shark-Men^tm tickle him till he poos out his intestines.

*Vamp imagines this and starts to snicker*

:prev: Now, you may know me as a bad *beep* villain, and I won't disagree, but tell us a little about your rogue gallery? Who do you find yourself fighting on a regular basis?

Vamp: I usually fight Chiro, myself proclaimed nemesis. I also have a few other enemies, but the just aren't as much of an annoyance as he is.

:prev: Well, we're about to head into a break. One more question and maybe we will take some questions from the audience...or maybe we'll just go to the next guest...whatever. So, um, you fancy yourself a skinner, no? Tell us a bit about your creative process. How do you get yourself started and stay motivated?

Vamp: I am appalled at such allegations! I have never once taken the skin from anyone!...Oh you mean on the computer....

Well my creative process I just I see something or hear something that makes an idea click. It isn't very different than most peoples. As for keeping myself interested, I really don't know. I really don't seeing as I am prone to hiatuses

:prev: Ok, well, commercial break. Got any last words for us, batboy?

Vamp: I like pie?

*audience cheers, take out forks, and begin to eat pie*

:prev: It's just like a commercial. Wave to DJ, folks!

*everyone waves*

[Deaths Jester]

*prev stares at DJ with a smirk*

:prev: Be careful, DJ, wouldn't want you to fall or lay bricks...plz don't lay bricks!

*a gust of wind blows by as a piece of tissue flies towards DJ thrown by vamp*

:*audience cheers, take out forks, and begin to eat pie*

:prev: It's just like a commercial. Wave to DJ, folks!

*everyone waves*

*a helicopter full of undead jalapenoes comes fluttering in towards DJ's precarious spot, a rope ladder suspended from the side door* 
DJ: "Haha!!!  My minions have arrived to save me!"   
*grabs the suspended rope ladder and pulls himself up to the chopper*
DJ: "Fly me down to the couch, my minions!  For now I shall mete out my revenge on this disgusting and cowardly being known as Prev!"

[Previsionary]

*prev stares at DJ with a smirk*

:prev: Be careful, DJ, wouldn't want you to fall or lay bricks...plz don't lay bricks!

*a gust of wind blows by as a piece of tissue flies towards DJ thrown by vamp*

:*audience cheers, take out forks, and begin to eat pie*

:prev: It's just like a commercial. Wave to DJ, folks!

*everyone waves*

*a helicopter full of undead jalapenoes comes fluttering in towards DJ's precarious spot, a rope ladder suspended from the side door* 
DJ: "Haha!!!  My minions have arrived to save me!"   
*grabs the suspended rope ladder and pulls himself up to the chopper*
DJ: "Fly me down to the couch, my minions!  For now I shall mete out my revenge on this disgusting and cowardly being known as Prev!"

*stares*

:prev: DJ, one day you'll realize I'm a mage.

*shoots lightning towards the copter followed by conjuring up 50 bottles of vodka that sit idly on the platform DJ once occupied*

:prev: Now, while DJ is being pointless, let's prepare for our next guest...someone who dies a lot!

[vamp]

*Points and laughs at DJ, while he ponders the about the next guest*

Vamp: I don't care who he is, he ain't getting my pie!

[Deaths Jester]

*prev stares at DJ with a smirk*

:prev: Be careful, DJ, wouldn't want you to fall or lay bricks...plz don't lay bricks!

*a gust of wind blows by as a piece of tissue flies towards DJ thrown by vamp*

:*audience cheers, take out forks, and begin to eat pie*

:prev: It's just like a commercial. Wave to DJ, folks!

*everyone waves*

*a helicopter full of undead jalapenoes comes fluttering in towards DJ's precarious spot, a rope ladder suspended from the side door* 
DJ: "Haha!!!  My minions have arrived to save me!"   
*grabs the suspended rope ladder and pulls himself up to the chopper*
DJ: "Fly me down to the couch, my minions!  For now I shall mete out my revenge on this disgusting and cowardly being known as Prev!"

*stares*

:prev: DJ, one day you'll realize I'm a mage.

*shoots lightning towards the copter followed by conjuring up 50 bottles of vodka that sit idly on the platform DJ once occupied*

:prev: Now, while DJ is being pointless, let's prepare for our next guest...someone who dies a lot!

*laughs uncontrollably*
DJ: "As if 50 bottles of vodka and thunder would work against one such as I and my horde of undead jalapeneos!  I mean it be nothing but a trifle amount of work there for nothing!"

*downs the fifty bottle of vodka in less than three minutes*

DJ: "HA! And no effect what so ever!  No bring me close, my minions, for I shall see this fight to the end!"

[vamp]

Vamp: There shall be no revenge without pre-revenge!

*Sends out his crowd of hungry salsa-makers*

Vamp: Feast my comrades, the war has just begun! But make sure to be finished before the next guest comes out.

[Previsionary]

*prev stares at DJ with a smirk*

:prev: Be careful, DJ, wouldn't want you to fall or lay bricks...plz don't lay bricks!

*a gust of wind blows by as a piece of tissue flies towards DJ thrown by vamp*

:*audience cheers, take out forks, and begin to eat pie*

:prev: It's just like a commercial. Wave to DJ, folks!

*everyone waves*

*a helicopter full of undead jalapenoes comes fluttering in towards DJ's precarious spot, a rope ladder suspended from the side door* 
DJ: "Haha!!!  My minions have arrived to save me!"   
*grabs the suspended rope ladder and pulls himself up to the chopper*
DJ: "Fly me down to the couch, my minions!  For now I shall mete out my revenge on this disgusting and cowardly being known as Prev!"

*stares*

:prev: DJ, one day you'll realize I'm a mage.

*shoots lightning towards the copter followed by conjuring up 50 bottles of vodka that sit idly on the platform DJ once occupied*

:prev: Now, while DJ is being pointless, let's prepare for our next guest...someone who dies a lot!

*laughs uncontrollably*
DJ: "As if 50 bottles of vodka and thunder would work against one such as I and my horde of undead jalapeneos!  I mean it be nothing but a trifle amount of work there for nothing!"

*downs the fifty bottle of vodka in less than three minutes*

DJ: "HA! And no effect what so ever!  No bring me close, my minions, for I shall see this fight to the end!"

*yawns*

:prev: We'll continue this in a few minutes, I have people to interview and vamp's pie to destroy.

*suspends DJ's copter in time for the next five minutes along with vamp's army.*

:prev: now vamp, I won't blame you if you want to set a fire on his copter. ^_^

[vamp]

*Throws A vodka-molotov at DJ's copter*
Vamp:"Not only have I lit your copter on fire, but i have wasted perfectly good vodka"