MMFE Soap Opera - The musical! - Special New Years Edition

*Disembodied voice*
"A blanket of snow,
Tasartir covered from head to toe.
Beer bottles smashed on the floor,
Headbanger still wants one more.
Duckie is passed out on the ceiling,
Scythory is in her room, kneeling,
In front of Everlost, who's still drinking,
In fact, Ecliptica is the only one who's thinking,
That the time is almost here,
The time for a new year!

"Jester's lost in the bathroom,
Losty's going to bed soon,
Loke's under the sofa,
But why does he have a crowbar?
Hangnail banged his head,
Now the kitchen floor is bright red,
Maverick got some explosives,
But nothing to light 'em with,
The clock is striking nine,
But who's noticed the time?"

And it was thus upon this quite night in the MMFE house that something strange was amiss....and I'm not referring to the strange odor coming from the bathroom. Everyone was partying as their normal selves, but what was missing. Half-witted minds and slow-moving bodies were everywhere, but even as Lord Hangnail cleaned up the blood in the kitchen, he noticed something.

Tharmetal was no where to be seen. Immediately, Lord Hangnail tried to communicate this alarming discovery to someone else, but either they were too drunk to comprehend what he was saying, or he was too drunk to speak intelligebly. He decided, not completely in his right mind of course, that he was the one destined to solve this mystery. Off he set, after putting his coat on backward and somehow upside down, out the back door and straight into the neighbours yard.

His first thought...well...the first one that made any sense, was that the neighbours, very nice young ladies they were, might have seen Tharmetal sometime earlier. With his normal train of thought now running clearly, Lord Hangnail was succesfully navigating his way towards their backdoor, but it was taking him awhile. After a few stops behind several bushes, and once climbing out of a trash can (now where in the hell did that trash ca come from?) Lord H. was finally at the back door of the neighbours. He went to knock, but noticed that it was slightly cracked open. Assuming that this meant he was welcome, he waltzed right in.

Upon first inspection, it appeared that no one was home. Lord H, being drunk as he was, could not observe the tell-tale signs of recent activity however, so he thought that perhaps the two young ladies had gone out for the night. Thinking to himself, "Well, self....it appears they are gone for the night", Lord H continued on up the stairs to see if Tharmetal had perhaps followed his own train of thought. Lord H stumbled down the hallway, somehow not bumping into anything fragile, and came to stand in front of a door. He noticed a light on because at that same moment, he felt the sudden urge to puke, so he did, and while looking down to let his guts out, he saw the light.

He could hear voices, but he could not distingush what they were conversing about. It sounded more like mumbling, and he could've sworn he'd heard those noises rather frequently as of late in the MMFE house. Visions of Everlost and Scythory popped into his head, but he could not understand the signifigance of his memories. Unthinkingly, he barged into the lit up room only to find himself suddenly very amazed.

He stood there looking upon two gorgeous girls fully embraced and moving, but as his presence became aware to them, they both moved their incredibly well-formed bodies underneath the blankets and started yelling at him. Lord H just stood there, amazed, and said "Oh shit...this is way too not-gay to be a scene from an MMFE soap opera. This must be a typo of some sort...."

Trailing his words off, he turned around and walked out of the room and back down the hallway.

Upon hearing the sound of sirens outside, a hitherto unnoticed, partly sober few braincells pointed out to him that it might be a really good idea if his legs started working a little faster, and that it would be an even better idea if they carried him out the back door. Of course, those few braincells were quickly confused with all of the braincells that had been bathing in alcohol for the last 7 hours, which resulted in his legs getting tangled up a potted plant by the stairs. Some awkward positions and a series of heavy thuds later, Lord Hangnail picked himself up off the hall floor and proceeded to book it out of the back door.
With an astonishing turn of speed, which was only matched by an innate sense of direction, the dazed and drunk Lord Hangnail managed to propel himself over the 6 foot high wooden fence seperating him from the mmfe back yard. Unfortunatley even his newly found sobriety couldn't stop him from landing ontop of one of Maverick's discarded vehicles.
A few minutes and a couple of broken ribs later, Lord Hangnail finally stumbled through the back door of the MMFE house, waving his arms and shouting at the top of his voice.
"Girls! Girls! Oh no! The neighbours! They're.. Not mother and daughter like we thought! They're! They're! SEX! Sex! The neighbours! Door was open, i saw! I saw ! Flesh! Skin! Kiss!!!!" And after a brief pause. "My ribs hurt guys. Ow. Ow."
Unfortunatley, only Ecliptica noticed the drunken Hangnail's reappearence, and drunk as she was, decided to walk up and give him a hug.
The following scene, was enough to stop any party.
Ecliptica stumbled over to Hangnail, smiling so brightly that Hangnail dropped his guard for a moment. Ecliptica gripped him with all her strength and hugged him, Hangnail, screaming in pain, folded up into a pile bringing Ecliptica with him to the floor. Amidst shouts of 'Rape!' from ecliptica, and screams of pain from the Lord, somebody managed to turn the stereo down enough to be able to hear the sound of sirens outside the house....

yo thats right son
the funs just begun
were ona mission not to lose a year
but to also make one

its new years
lets say cheers
and make resolutions

lets stop polluting the planet

hahaha. It'll end up being the valentine's day edition.

there wasn't even a dance number.......

or clippy falling on LH.

PROCRASTINATORS UNITE..... tomorrow.... Friday..... whatever.....

the day after tomorrow.....maybe......

On second thought, can we put it off for a few more days.

I agree

Saturday would be better for me, but only if it feels right. Otherwise, Sunday it is

no that wont work. i have things not to do on saturday and sunday.

Oh...well then...Monday?

Wait...no. Monday's not good for me (Or Lord H)

ok then, tuesday after next it is.........I think.......no wait......how about....no, that won't work either.......how about 3 and a half weeks from now.......

There was a story?

Haha. We've gotten way off topic here.