Going to Class, or not

[John]

John's red eyes watched as the teacher went about his usual speal, writting a short paper about where you picture yourself in ten years. John sat there Junior year was almost over for him, he now wrapped a dark red bandana around his head, covering his white ahir almost completly, the bandanna stopping just above his eyes. The design on the bandana was that of fire. It was the badge of recognition that set it off. He wore it visibly. Having made it into the symbol of fire.

He wrote down a few notes on where he saw himself, he could really care less, but he knew where he would be. Before it got his turn to tell the rest of the class though the class had ended. He had been sitting in the back, watching mostly, a female had gone a new student. Something French, and Winters, te German went. Class would end soon though, so he would simply wait it out.

Once class ended John would make his way out to the library. Pick up a book and head to the court yard. He'd sit down pull out some taco bell, eat and read his book.

[Cody Travers]

=D?!

WHO LIVES IN A PINEAPPLE UNDER THE SEA?!

SPONGEBOO-- *BLAM!*

Nope! Wrong opening! Neeext.

Uh..

WRY HALLO THAR! I'M A MAC!

AND I'M A PC!!

AND I'M A LINUX!

.. No.

Let's just get on with it shall we?

The day was still slightly young in the wonderful and inviting land of Pickled Olives -- No. Yaktopia -- No. Special Ed Class -- No. Public High School 42? -- NO! GOD NO! *Gunshot* Welcome to Public High School Number 259! The genuine amount of ass kinging and name taking, WITHOUT THE BUBBLE GUM THAT YOU NEED TO CHEW! Or even a cigarette.. That is if you swing that way. And you're gonna get AIDS!

=D?!

EVERYONE HAS AIDS! --

Right, anyway.

A pair of open double doors later, and a smashed boot would kick them open! It was LUNCH TIME! And all the goody little boys and girls and transvestites -- Of 259 were off to grab lunch! But there was exactly two students that were ahead of them all! Of course, were talkin' bout Mr. Guy on the bench, and Cody! Who, in hand with a small brown paper bag with that ridiculous looking M on it would find that it's dripping substance of grease would kill a man within 10 seconds of consumption.

Ooopsie!

I'M DEFINETLY LOVIN' THAT!

While walking back to the school yard, he noticed that guy who was eating a taco.. CUE THE CUT INS WITH THE WESTERNS!!

-- Right.

And then he would sit down, across the table from the red eyed fellow and directly behind him he would see a Starbucks stand..

And directly across from that?

Another Starbucks stand.

O____________________________o;;

IS THIS THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT?!.. I dunno, I feel kinda fine.

As Cody slammed his bag of greasy mush on the picnic table, he suddenly watched as a random guy came tearing OUT of the doorway as fast as he could.

"Chocolate?!... CHOCOLATE?!??"

Stopping in the middle of the path.

"CHOCOLAAAAAAAAAAAATE!!"

Be running and jumping over the fence, faceplanting at the bottom and tearing off into the wild.. Now this was something you'd NEVER see on National Geographic!

BUT THAT WAS THE FUN PART!

Regardless, Cody reached into the big slimy bag of greaseball, before pulling out a fry.

"What's eatin' him?"

[John]

John could feel it. The dark side of the force. It's name? McDonalds. Yes, as he bit into his taco, he felt it drawing closer, until the one responsable for the clouding of the force showed himself. Before John could do anything about this though, someone else, who seemed to be pregnant a transvestite single in the mood for chocolate crashed out into the world, in a rage on his valient search for this graciouse substence.

~Is there never a normal day here?~

John thought to himself as the guy with the McDonalds spoke on what was eating the one wanting chocolate. So John in all seriouseness would answer, exactly what was wrong with said person.

"Chocolate monsters are eating him from the inside."

And he would go back to his reading, before finding his place, closing the book, and taking another bite of the taco.

"I see you have chosen the Dark Side."

John's red eyes looked to the McDonalds bag. Red doesn't always mean evil ya know.

[Cody Travers]

"Chocolate monsters are eating him from the inside."

Now obviously that was a sarcastic remark, but Cody would simply just raise a finger. But before he could make his statement and rebuttal, he was quickly cut off by..

"THERE ARE CHOCOLATE MONSTERS EVERYWHERE! RUN!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVVVES!!"

Obviously someone heard what this guy had said. And now was running in circles.In a panic he continued to scream his head off and run.. More in circles.

"CALL THE CIA!

CALL THE FBI!!

CALL THE NATIONAL GUARD!

CALL THE MARINES!!

CALL THE NAVY!

CALL THE ARMY!

CALL THE--"

VRRRRRRRRRROOOOM-- SPLAT!

Suddenly, a black what looked liked, sports convertable, a sports car anyway made its way onto the school grounds, promptly rushing and running over the screaming kid. Afterwards two men in suits, one black fellow and one white guy stepped out, grabbing what looked like Sci-Fi guns, and moving to the hood of the car, and in monotone voices began to interact with each other.

"Hm.. Chocolate Monsters, it seems those damned dirty apes have broken out again."

"Hm.. Yes."

"Hm.. And it seems we've elimated the threat."

"Hm.. Yes."

"Hm.. Wanna go for a Starbucks?"

"Hm.. Sure."

With that they proceeded to link arms, and skipped towards the Starbucks stands after looking down at the crushed twitching body of the guy that they hit. When they quickly began to sing!..

"We're OFF TO SEE THE WIZARD! THE WONDERFUL WIZARD OF SHNOZ!!"

...

Cody just watched as they continued to skip past.

"I see you have chosen the Dark Side."

The boy said again, looking at his food bag. While another boy came out from behind the bushes with a stupid looking helmet on.

"LUKE! I AM YOUR FATHE--" *Squish*

And he was squished by?... A giant KFC bucket! You know, the ones that they have spinning around over the stores.

Cody just stared, as he watched two construction works come over and attach the crane again to the bucket. The Darth Vader Wannabe's body twitching as it went up. With that Cody looked back at the guy.

".. Well at least it's not KFC. Kills you that much faster."

He ate the fry.

".. Why? What's so dark about McDonalds?"

[John]

John looked to the young padawan who did not understand what he had stumbled apon, he had been led astray to the Dark Side and he didn't even know it. John would stand up, move his coat out of the way and he would pull out a LIGHTSABER! GIANT CHEMLIGHT! Wooden sword painted blue.

"McDonalds is the root of all things evil, it pulls you off the road to salvation and turns you into nothing but distruction."

John had only watched Cody while all the craziness went on around him. Like it was a normal day, he didn't even flinch when the giannt KFC bucket fell on Darth Vader almost right behind him. As if the non-existent KFC on campus never got the bucket up and drops it all the time.

"The grand Bell will bring you to the light, bring balance to the world."

[Cody Travers]

Watching as the young guy brought out his blue shwartz sword, Cody could only see what this sort of thing meant. When this sort of thing happened, it was only natural what was coming. And with that, Cody reached into his pants pocket and whipped out his GIANT RED SWORD OF EPICNESS!!

Or at least, that's what was scratched on the side.

"McDonalds is the root of all things evil, it pulls you off the road to salvation and turns you into nothing but distruction."

=O?!

Was that a challange?!?

"The grand Bell will bring you to the light, bring balance to the world."

Cody then stood up, holding the sword in hand.

"I see your sword is as big as mine.. But it's not all about size.. it's how you use it."

He would continue to hold his stance, whie a bunch of choir members continued to assemble in the background, all of them in white robes, falling over and bantering with each other.

"GOD DAMMIT! WE'RE LATE!!"

Cody held his sword a little higher compared to John's.

"The Grand Bell is a lie, you must know that the products are all FRIED!"

[John]

"Your ideals have been disrupted by the greasy darkness of the Donalds. Grand Bell doesnt make it till you order it, Donalds lets your food sit for days under a hot light before serving you. Its madness."

Yes, god damn right he said it. The perfect set up. All things considered, John's knee's bent low as he drew his blade closer to himself. There was about to be an epic battle of unknown preportions.

The drummers from music class moved in to add base to the choir as they began with a soft steady beat that would build for the choir to start off with. As soon as the base got to its peek, John would lung forward with his blade in a thrusting motion towards Cody's stomach.

[Cody Travers]

"Your ideals have been disrupted by the greasy darkness of the Donalds. Grand Bell doesnt make it till you order it, Donalds lets your food sit for days under a hot light before serving you. Its madness."

OH NO HE DIDN'T!!

With that, the students began to grab random insturments from the music room, then piling in front of the choir with chairs, stands and crazy other items with trumpets, tubas, trombones and all the other inturments that start with T.

Cody watched carefully, as John pulled a front lunging move, before that he would carefully, although only slightly, just barely parry the sword out of the way with his own, before moving to the left.

"Madness?!"

"THIS! IS! TASTY!"

With that, he proceeded to punch a random passerby in the face, and then removing his boot after knocking the kid out, and proceeding to throw the boot at John's side.

[John]

John's attack was parried and signs of the evil of the Donalds showed as Cody knocked out some random guy who was wearing a red cape and tighty whities for some reason, and boots. Cody took the kids boot and threw it at him. John was hit in the stomach, as he was now standing on the edge of the hole made by the KFC bucket, he was thron in, hitting the bottom rather quickly, he would roll to the side, look down and think about his options.

~Hmm, theres only earth and water down here.~

John looked back up at Cody and then he would speak.

"I see your skills with a boot are rather good. But how is your power over the Force?"

John's eyes would begin glowing as he channeled his Qi into his hands, setting the sword on fire. He would run at the edge of the hole, spears and arrows landing around him as he leaped to the edge of the hole, then off the bench and into the air towards Cody in slow motion. He would of reached back with the flaming sword behind his head and then threw it forward in a downward slash towards Cody.

[Cody Travers]

"I see your skills with a boot are rather good. But how is your power over the Force?"

Cody was amazed at how well he could pull himself out of the hole so well, it was almost like jumping out of the rabbit hole and into some sort of pickle jar. Which for no apparent reason, made no sense.

That's right, it made no sense. Much like the people of pickleton. And other people, like thier brothers and sisters and--

OHSHI-- HE'S GOT A FLAMING SWORD OF FLAMING BLUE AND FLA--

Wait, how does that work? A blue sword turns on fire?

Oh well.

Without a thought, Cody then proceeded to pick up the kid that he knocked out with his hand and had stolen his boots from and used HIS head to block the flaming wooden sword. The Wooden sword smacked the kid on the head, setting his hair on fire, before the kid woke up.

"OMGOMGOMOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!"

"I see the force is strong within you, O-Bell-wan. But know that the strength of the Donalds cannot be resisted!"

With that he pushed the flaming kid forward, as he stumbled towards John, using that as a distraction to jump at John and perform a downward sweep with his sword.

[John]

As John's sword came down in slow motion slamming into the head of the guy wearing a red cape, he set the kids hair on fire. He would land and raise a hand to his mouth.

"Whoopsie. My bad."

The kid would speak and then push the guy towards John, he would grab the kid, and the spartan shield he was carrying, and raise it in defence. The poorly made paper and cardboard shield was smashed straight through though and the kid was knocked to the side, John rolled out of the way. And would stand.

"Why would you turn?! You where the chosen one. Supposed to bring destroy the donalds, not join it."

John would spin the flaming sword to his right then come down with another downward slash at Cody.

Clone troopers and people wearing robes started fighting in the backround, as a helicopted dropped off more clone troopers.

[Cody Travers]

"Why would you turn?! You where the chosen one. Supposed to bring destroy the donalds, not join it."

The sword abruptly miss Cody on the arm, as he proceeded to lose his sleeve over it. With that he looked down at his cut sleeve. He would then watch as other kids and storm troopers would suddenly fly and buzz around in a manner of which warefare started coming around, suddenly out of the tech lab spilled out a bunch of red robots.

BEEP

BEEP


BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP.

Lasers began to shoot out of thier arms, as the band continued to play, and people continued to fight.

Cody then abruptly raised a finger into the sky.

"I... BLAME..."

Pointing over to the left.

"STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKS!!"

Everyone suddenly stopped, and looked at the pair holding the swords, then looked over at the stands.

"Hey, you want a coffee?"

"Yeah, sure. You want a coffee?"

"Yeah, okay!"

As people then proceeded to put thier guns down, and stuff, even the droids began to line up to get coffee.

[John]

"I lose more epic battles that way. God damn Star Bucks manipulating everything."

John would reach into his pocket throw the flaming sword to the side, and pull out a pair of sun glasses, after putting them on he would reach under the collar of his shirt and wrap an ear piece into his ear, his face would become monotone, and he would speak once more to Cody.

"How do you like the world I created, Mr. Anderson?"

He would give a cocky grin as he stood there, ready to fight at any second. No good movie was safe, not today anyways.

[Cody Travers]

"I lose more epic battles that way. God damn Star Bucks manipulating everything."

Cody's sword diintegrated in his hand.

"How do you like the world I created, Mr. Anderson?"

..There was only one thing to say at a time like this. Only one word, one statement. And one of the following.

"Whoa."

THIS CALLS FOR A DRAMATIC REMOVAL!

Cody then pulled out a pair of Sun Bands and put them on, then quickly removed them, again.

Cody then put his hands in his pockets, and the pulled out.. A Microphone! Then tossing it over to John.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAP BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTLE!!"

In mere seconds, a DJ was wheeled over scratching discs like no tommorow.

[John]

Before John could even have the DJ spin the good shit, Simon Cowell came out of the Star Bucks. And with his usual look he would fold his arms and stand there.

"I would rather have my tongue hammered to a glass table with a rail road spike than listen to you two attempt to rap."

John would throw the mic at Simon, who dodged it in slow motion, but then fell into the hole and was smashed by the KFC bucket, that rolled over the DJ and all the equipment.

John would reach behind his back and pull out an electric guitar.

"By the power of my mighty axe, I will defeat you."

He would strum the guitar, and two giant speakers would force their way out of the ground on either side of him, and a stage would rise under him, lightning would hit the guitar, his hair would catch fire and he would start to rip a devistatingly hard core solo.