` ` Beguile for a While * [OPEN]

[ツ PEZZY]

Poised precariously upon the high ledge of the roof top were two silent young men, supposedly gazing out into the dying, purple-red light, standing on the stone rim. It looked like they were going to commit suicide by the way they leaned in and out; was it a teasing game between them? Or what? But at a serene time like this, one would be safe to say that all was quie--

“Prepare for trouble!”
“And make it double!”
“To protect the world from devastation!”
“To unite all peoples within our nation!”
“To denounce the evils of truth and love!”
“To extend our reach to the stars above!”
“Ice-Cream!”
“Pie!”
“Team McDuff blasts off at the speed of light!”
“Surrender the cake or prepare to fight fight fight!”

A pause.

“...I'm so not doing the 'Meowth' thing--”

“You killed it!” The most ridiculous pouty face was fixed on his twin.
“Ah...uh...sorry?”
It...“morphed” into an angry face.
“What?...what?!?”
Mike was met with an impatient wagging finger.
“Nuh-uh-uh-uh! From the top!”
He countered with a slouched posture and a meek, Nooo...”
Gabe smirked. “Heh, how's about we do the ol' routine?”
“Eh? Ohhhhh...” The same smile full of tomfoolery appeared on Mike's face.
“S'alright with me!”

They began the skit again, though the original was just a whole lot worse.In which case, “worse is equal to horny-porny.” However, it was far louder and more extravagantly portrayed than their previous performance; there was definitely a lot more “umph,” in their sleazy parody.

“Prepare for trouble!”
“And make it double!”
“To protect the world from vile castration!”
“To fornicate all peoples within our nation!”
“To announce the wonders of knockers and rum!”
“To extend our reach to the breasts above!”
“Michael!”
“Gabe!”
“Team McPuffDaddy strips at the speed of light!”
“Surrender now, or prepare to do it right!”
“Mrreeeoowth, that's tight!”
“Waaah-bah-PIMP!”

Another pause.

“...That's what SHE said! Bahah!...”

Well, that was decadently lame.

Flopping onto the pair of lounge chairs behind them after what felt like the most perverted version of the Team Rocket theme song ever conjured by mankind was performed, Gabe and Mike sighed in unison, one as equally bored as the other. “What to do...” “What to do...” “What to do...” Five seconds never felt so slow and suckish; possibly because they weren't used to what most stuck-up households called “a quiet environment.” But the five-second-eternity was cut off just when Gabe sprung up from the cess pool of cushioned comfort, like a fast and spontaneously annoying “Whack-A-Mole.” But it was just an epiphany of saucy proportions.

“Let's play O.A.W.!”
“Oh...my God...YESSSSSSsssssss!!!”

What a name.

“Ogle A Whore.”

They bolted upright and clung to the ledge, peering in opposite directions to spot any late-night ladies who looked like they would need their...assistance.

Heh.

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> I got bored! 'Scuse me for the insanity--wait.

Scratch that. Don't. I'm notorious for being insane. <3

Soo...

I had the idea in my head for the longest time, and didn't know whether or not to actually post this. =P Sorry if they sound a more British than anything. x] Personally, I heart this line:

“To extend our reach to the breasts above!”