Lame Melodrama

John!! Marsha!!

JohnSteel: *comes in and walks dramatically over to marsha *marsha my dear its so good to see you since i love you so

MarshaRemington: *embraces John dramatically and holds him tight* Oh and I so love you my dearest fictional one Lets be fictional boyfriend and girlfriend

JS: *looks at the sunset dramatically* no i have a better idea my dearest fictional one lets get married and have a big fictional wedding ceremony in here

MR: *jumps aroung dramatically with glee* Oh John yes yes! We will take up time by substituting this fictional life for real life Oh how I adore you Can we hyphenate our names so that its Remington-Steel?

JS: um i think thats cop... copious... copyri... not allowed *holds her dramatically* but i do love you so much well get married now

Preacher: *comes in with a writing style amazingly like johns* are you two ready?

MR: Oh yes!

JS: yes i just hope my arch enemy doesnt show up and spoil things somehow

SnidleyEvil: *comes in and also writes alot like john* too late do gooder i have come to ruin your wedding and do something evil to your fictional love

JS: *suddenly pulls out his big powerful haiku-kabuki sword* i dont think so! you will pay for trying to ruin our love

ConstantLeaver: ((Once again I'm going. I'm just going to say it again so that everyone knows how bad and nasty they are because I choose to say I'm leaving. Farewell! *storms out dramatically as per the mood*))

SE: *pulls out his own rhodan-megladon sword* ha i will destroy you and your love

JS: have at you evil nasty one!

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SE: now i have you! *stabs at john to kill him*

JS: never! *dodges and finally dramatically cuts off snidleys head without realizing the stab hit marsha* there can be only one!

MR: *falls and starts coughing up blood dramatically* John... I'm dying.

JS: *gasps* no! it cant be!

MR: Yes his sword hit me. I can't survive. You must take care of *dramatic pause* our fictional daughter!

JS: what? no dont

MR: That time... *coughs* that I got.. *coughs up blood* really fat and then dropped it off 9 months later *wheezes* That was our daughter She's hidden in the old oak tree there Take care of her and remember me *dies and stretches out dramatically*

JS: *weeps over her fictional body* noooooooooooooooooooooo *takes a deep breath* oooooooooooo!!! why god why us why anybody *holding back his tears* I must be strong for my fictional daughter

Janey: *comes out of the tree and writes a lot like Marsha* Daddy? Where's Mommy?

JS: *being strong dramatically* shes gone ill have to take care of you now but we can have adventures together and youll always remind me of my dearest fictional love

A True Vore: *sits in the back of the room in a bathrobe clutching a stapler protectively and rocking back and forth. He looks wildly around and then holds up the stapler* Wilson! You're the only one I can trust! I can't go on. The monkeys are on fire and the chickens pursue me. You must lead the tribe. *drops the stapler* Go! Fly free!