WE: WE, in.
Fowlie: Herro! Heyy… WAIT. What happened to that Halloween challenge thingie?
WE: Hey, that’s your fault… OK, it’s partly mine, too. XD
Fowlie: Should we just judge it now? Might as well. WHERE’S SNOOKIE!?
WE: *glares at TungstenMessiah* That’s your CUE. *coughs*
Fowlie: … You better be here.
TungstenMessiah: *plays Raze 2*
Fowlie: *sigh* HELP US judge this thing already!
TungstenMessiah: YUS! Got the Acid Hound! *dances*
WE: *does not even try to decipher ™’s words*
Fowlie: Yes, yes, okay. Now get to the Basement nao. Or else I’ll… keeeelll you with my Fowlielicious power.
TungstenMessiah: Whut Basement? And the Acid Hound is an explosive gun, WE.
WE: *rolls eyes* You guys’re like an old married couple. Seriously, we have to do this thing. I already have murderous readers after me and I don’t want bloodthirsty writers on my tail.
Fowlie: Link in the PM.
TungstenMessiah: Heh? Whut PM? OH! [i]THAT[/i] PM…
Fowlie: My gods, my e-brother is an idjut. XD
WE: I thought he was your Twinnie or something.
Fowlie: AHAHAHAHAHAHA! That’s funny, WE. Now, enough jokes.
TungstenMessiah: AHAHeoughuodgoHAHH! Yeah. Funneh!
WE: What? That wasn’t even… Wasn’t even supposed to… *gives up*
Fowlie: *headdesk* I don’t even know anymore. Just GET THERE!!!@!!!@!@!@
WE: And where might be this “there” that you speak of, dear Fowlie-chan-sama-hyung? No, Sorry. Hyung’s for guys. XDD
Fowlie: GET to the Basement, where else do we judge this thing/plot our conspiracies? *cries*
TungstenMessiah: Fine, fine. *throws teleport tab*
WE: Alright, alright. WE, out~
Later, at the super-secret-basement-that-will-not-even-be-described-because-HAHA-you’re-not-an-editor! (WE interferes because she must point out that ™ is not an editor, either) (Fowlie must point out that ™ gets access temporarily as he is a judge. This isn’t even the Basement’s true form. As WE no doubt remembers.) (Duh. The guys are just jealous cuz they dun have access to the Attic. ~TM) (Uh huh, okay. Sure, sure. XP *eats pie* ~Fowlie):
TungstenMessiah: Wow. This Basement sure is spacious. Wooden shelves, canned goods OOH! Cushions! LED Flat screens! PLAYSTATION 3s! Computers galore! Wheeee! This is almost as good as the Attic!
WE: Dude. Seriously. -__- We’re here to judge the challenge.
TungstenMessiah: *Plays Raze 2* Woooot! Got th’ Grenade Launcher!
WE: *snatches away computer* NO. BAD ™.
Fowlie: *fangirls AloisXClaude* OH MY FROND, HIS SHORTS! HIS SHORTS ARE TOO… SHORT! *BLUSH* Claude TOTALLY picks out Alois’ clothes.
TungstenMessiah: …Uh… Awkward, much? And. no, no, WE. It’s : “*faceARGH*”
Fowlie: Not to me, love. >:3
WE: AIYA. CAN YOU NINCOMPOOPS FOCUS?
Fowlie: NO! It’s *headwallkeyboardsmashsuidcidalness*
WE: This is going to be the most ridiculously long and pointless announcement in the world. Need I remind you that we’re posting this on the FF site?
TungstenMessiah: Dun make me ramble on about silver bromides and helium hydroxides and Saturns again…
Fowlie: *cleans up nosebleed* No! Okay, FOCUS. We’re going to give WE a coronary if we keep doing this.
TungstenMessiah: Now, you see, that is quite impossible. That condensers on Jupiter must have their photon chargers repla – Heh? Oh! We’ve started! *clears throat*
WE: *grits teeth*
Fowlie: *pushes voodoo dolls of Claude and Alois together* KISS! KISS ALREADY! WTFrond, just kiss, man.
Fowlie: Let’s get this over with, I have a date with Alois in fifteen minutes.
TungstenMessiah: Ok, ok, WE, do the honours! Cuz you had to put up with moi and Fowlie. XD
WE: XD That’s something within itself. Everyone, applaud Iris for her win ^^
TungstenMessiah: *heartily slaps Iris on back*
Fowlie: I’ll be emailing the siggies/avvies to those who won. :3 Unfortunately, we determined that the fics weren’t quite… of the caliber required for the Featured section, so… sorry.
WE: Fowlie… that seems so mean~ XD
Fowlie: …That was the nicest I could come up with! D: I’m sorry!
WE: *awkwardly pats Fowlie’s head and misses*
Fowlie: WE will seduce you with her awkwardness.
WE: What? Don’t listen to her! Shuddup~ Ai~ DX
WE: I feel awkward referring to myself as a girl.
WE: I just awkwardified everything, didn’t I?
Fowlie: Yes. Yes you did. 😛
WE: Do we have anything else to say?
TungstenMessiah: NO! Can I go nao!? RAZE 2 FTW!
Fowlie: I’m out! *goes off to call Ciel*
WE: You guys’re such… actually, I bet no one’s even listening to me.
WE: *permeats air with awkwardness*
WE: WE, out~