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STUFF HAPPENS.
-D: . . . That's it?-
-VD: We're not letting you get away with that.-
Okay then:
Ladies and Gentlemen of the Muse Court, I give you a summation of the events of November 12th, 1955, translated in the grammatic of the hip.
-M: *blinkblink* What?-
*ahem* So here we all is, heading to this all-important date in history, cats! First up, we have the maddest, hippiest cat of them all, Doctor Emmett Brown, who most everybody thinks is a little bent and twisted. Anyway, the fine Doctor has invented himself a time machine and gotten his swingin' assistant, one stud named Marty, stuck back in time. This is really harshing Marty's groove, especially since his mom is hip to try and make some whoopie with him instead of daddio. It's all come down to this most maddest of nights, where all the hippiest, swingin'-est, most mad cats and kittens around will be movin' and groovin' at the Enchantment Under the Sea Dance! Marty's gotta get his mother and his father to groove together tonight, or it's goodbye to his existence, which is very uncool, my lords and my ladies!
But that's not all that lies in store for these fine, space-time continuum-stompin' folks! Ya see, the biggest, baddest cat on the block, a Mistah Biff Tannen, got his grubby little paws on the time machine -- most uncool -- and changed the world so that he was in charge! The Man has nothing on this --
*WHONG!*
*was hit over the head with a frying pan*
-HD: *holding said frying pan* *Crow-like deadpan* Boy. I sure hated to do that.-
*rubbing head* What do you people want from me? It worked for Girl Genius!
-VD2: There's got to be a better way than using slang you barely even know!-
-DW: It can't be that hard to summarize all our actions.-
Ahem.
-TD: . . . That defines the term "too long, didn't read."-
See what my problem is?
-RPD: There has to be an effective, if short way to explain what happened.-
I suppose we can fall back on scripting and snark:
Marty: I am nervous about having to possibly grope my own mother. I am also upset that Doc's going to die in the future.
Doc: I am being annoying obstinate in not knowing anything about the future.
Marty: I'm wondering why, in the two days the movie skipped over, I just didn't tie you to a chair and explain everything to you.
Lorraine: I'm SLUTTY! But only to people I like.
Marty: I'm already acting like my parents at 17. That's it, my life is over.
Marty2: I am here to prevent temporal paradox in the goofiest-looking yet still temporally-accurate outfit the producers could stick me in.
Audience: We can definitely tell you haven't seen Part III yet.
Doc2: I am basically sitting on my ass in the DeLorean because Marty's the main character. Though I am allowed to travel around to have moments of hypocritical humor.
Biff: I'm a jackass, and I'll prove it!
Old Biff:
-SporkMarty: Eh, I think you're better handling bad fanfic.-
O.O! Where the hell did you come from?
-SporkDoc: It's November 12th. We're holding a get-together of sorts.-
Er, of everybody?
-TrilogyDoc: Pretty much so.-
-OD: *tentacles chatter* We initially planned only to have our Trilogy counterparts over, then it spiraled out of control. *Jules cheeps* The boys and I agree it would probably be a good idea to provide more restrooms.-
Oh ye Gods. How am I supposed to summarize with every Doc I've created invading the muse house?
-NaDDoc-2: (Night and Day's Doc-2) *puzzled* Shouldn't be be inspiration of sorts?-
-NarbonicDoc: Considering the way she tends to leap on us whenever her horomones get out of control. . . .-
-HumorDoc: Incidentally, you try that, and I'll punt you through the wall.-
I'm not QUITE as crazy as J.C. Maybe I can try it in emoticons/textspeak?
Marty: :( dun want Doc to die
Doc: No telling me about the future, plzkthanx
Marty: brb *write letter, hide it*
Dance: *is rocking*
George: :/
Lorraine: Marty -- a/s/l?
Marty: plz to not be molesting me
Lorr
-TTV: *shaking me* Stop that! It drives me nuts!-
-X-Doc: Not to mention, you didn't provide appropriate screennames.-
-.- You people are so picky.
-HD: *pats Victor's shoulder* You should embrace emoticons, Victor.-
-TTV: *eyes them* They're strange.-
-TD: We live in a text-based environment. Everything is strange.-
As is the situation I'm in. Is there no one who can just sum up the events of November 12th in as few sentences as possible?
Marty McFly succeeds, at different points in his own personal timeline, at getting his parents to fall in love, helping George gain more confidence, helping to invent rock and roll, traveling forward in time to 1985, saving the world from potential temporal paradox, and getting stranded in 1955. His best friend, Dr. Emmett Brown, assists him in these endeavors.
-Everyone: *stare at PhoenixDoc*-
-PhoenixDoc: What? It's simple and sums up what happened in a neat, concise manner.-
-ChangelingDoc: Was the aura strictly necessary?-
-PhoenixDoc: *grin* I do like to show off a little, so yes.-
. . . SO HOT. *speedjump*
*crash into invisible wall*
-HumorDoc: See? See!-
-D: So -- er -- cake, anyone?-
-RPD: Wait a minute, I think there's still people arriving.-
-J: How many versions of us do you HAVE, Victoria?-
Let me put it this way -- we're gonna need a bigger house. Happy November 12th, everyone. *limps off for first aid*
-D: . . . That's it?-
-VD: We're not letting you get away with that.-
Okay then:
Ladies and Gentlemen of the Muse Court, I give you a summation of the events of November 12th, 1955, translated in the grammatic of the hip.
-M: *blinkblink* What?-
*ahem* So here we all is, heading to this all-important date in history, cats! First up, we have the maddest, hippiest cat of them all, Doctor Emmett Brown, who most everybody thinks is a little bent and twisted. Anyway, the fine Doctor has invented himself a time machine and gotten his swingin' assistant, one stud named Marty, stuck back in time. This is really harshing Marty's groove, especially since his mom is hip to try and make some whoopie with him instead of daddio. It's all come down to this most maddest of nights, where all the hippiest, swingin'-est, most mad cats and kittens around will be movin' and groovin' at the Enchantment Under the Sea Dance! Marty's gotta get his mother and his father to groove together tonight, or it's goodbye to his existence, which is very uncool, my lords and my ladies!
But that's not all that lies in store for these fine, space-time continuum-stompin' folks! Ya see, the biggest, baddest cat on the block, a Mistah Biff Tannen, got his grubby little paws on the time machine -- most uncool -- and changed the world so that he was in charge! The Man has nothing on this --
*WHONG!*
*was hit over the head with a frying pan*
-HD: *holding said frying pan* *Crow-like deadpan* Boy. I sure hated to do that.-
*rubbing head* What do you people want from me? It worked for Girl Genius!
-VD2: There's got to be a better way than using slang you barely even know!-
-DW: It can't be that hard to summarize all our actions.-
Ahem.
-TD: . . . That defines the term "too long, didn't read."-
See what my problem is?
-RPD: There has to be an effective, if short way to explain what happened.-
I suppose we can fall back on scripting and snark:
Marty: I am nervous about having to possibly grope my own mother. I am also upset that Doc's going to die in the future.
Doc: I am being annoying obstinate in not knowing anything about the future.
Marty: I'm wondering why, in the two days the movie skipped over, I just didn't tie you to a chair and explain everything to you.
Lorraine: I'm SLUTTY! But only to people I like.
Marty: I'm already acting like my parents at 17. That's it, my life is over.
Marty2: I am here to prevent temporal paradox in the goofiest-looking yet still temporally-accurate outfit the producers could stick me in.
Audience: We can definitely tell you haven't seen Part III yet.
Doc2: I am basically sitting on my ass in the DeLorean because Marty's the main character. Though I am allowed to travel around to have moments of hypocritical humor.
Biff: I'm a jackass, and I'll prove it!
Old Biff:
-SporkMarty: Eh, I think you're better handling bad fanfic.-
O.O! Where the hell did you come from?
-SporkDoc: It's November 12th. We're holding a get-together of sorts.-
Er, of everybody?
-TrilogyDoc: Pretty much so.-
-OD: *tentacles chatter* We initially planned only to have our Trilogy counterparts over, then it spiraled out of control. *Jules cheeps* The boys and I agree it would probably be a good idea to provide more restrooms.-
Oh ye Gods. How am I supposed to summarize with every Doc I've created invading the muse house?
-NaDDoc-2: (Night and Day's Doc-2) *puzzled* Shouldn't be be inspiration of sorts?-
-NarbonicDoc: Considering the way she tends to leap on us whenever her horomones get out of control. . . .-
-HumorDoc: Incidentally, you try that, and I'll punt you through the wall.-
I'm not QUITE as crazy as J.C. Maybe I can try it in emoticons/textspeak?
Marty: :( dun want Doc to die
Doc: No telling me about the future, plzkthanx
Marty: brb *write letter, hide it*
Dance: *is rocking*
George: :/
Lorraine: Marty -- a/s/l?
Marty: plz to not be molesting me
Lorr
-TTV: *shaking me* Stop that! It drives me nuts!-
-X-Doc: Not to mention, you didn't provide appropriate screennames.-
-.- You people are so picky.
-HD: *pats Victor's shoulder* You should embrace emoticons, Victor.-
-TTV: *eyes them* They're strange.-
-TD: We live in a text-based environment. Everything is strange.-
As is the situation I'm in. Is there no one who can just sum up the events of November 12th in as few sentences as possible?
Marty McFly succeeds, at different points in his own personal timeline, at getting his parents to fall in love, helping George gain more confidence, helping to invent rock and roll, traveling forward in time to 1985, saving the world from potential temporal paradox, and getting stranded in 1955. His best friend, Dr. Emmett Brown, assists him in these endeavors.
-Everyone: *stare at PhoenixDoc*-
-PhoenixDoc: What? It's simple and sums up what happened in a neat, concise manner.-
-ChangelingDoc: Was the aura strictly necessary?-
-PhoenixDoc: *grin* I do like to show off a little, so yes.-
. . . SO HOT. *speedjump*
*crash into invisible wall*
-HumorDoc: See? See!-
-D: So -- er -- cake, anyone?-
-RPD: Wait a minute, I think there's still people arriving.-
-J: How many versions of us do you HAVE, Victoria?-
Let me put it this way -- we're gonna need a bigger house. Happy November 12th, everyone. *limps off for first aid*
