Oh, I nearly died.

What kind of gummi bears are you eating? I need to find me some of those...

That was too good... I think I'll end up dubbing ghetto talk in my head when I watch the movie now. ARE YOU HAPPY?

Danika, you continue to drastically change my life in disturbing ways every time I read your stories. I'll never be the same again...

Still Stalking,
FabricatedRevolution

Should I just give up and read every fic you've ever written? Your writings never cease to amuse so far! XD

All I need to cheer up is the mental image of the King in a kilt.

Gila Monster? Eewwy.

Okay, I have seriously just slit my side here reading this! This was just so much hilarity and I shall forever be imagining the ghetto speak! You are brilliant! XD

Truly Marti is purely evil, if she inspired you to write a threesome with Jareth, Sarah, and a (live) Gila Monster (although I think a dead Gila Monster would have been worse). On the other hand, the rest of the story was entertaining and not disturbing at all (by your usual standards).

ROTFL!!

hehehe.
you are one of my favorite writers here.
you are insane.
I love you.
hahahahahahaa

hm, no words can describe this story...oh wait, I can think of one...HILARIOUS!!

LOL!

"Cracka please!"

OMFG! I think I died laughing. That was the most insane, random, crazy dialogue I ever read. I enjoyed every word!

Poor Jareth! It was enough unluck for a village not for one Goblin King

I can't even tell you how funny this story was. I LOVED IT! I can't wait to see what you come up with next. LOL
Catch ya later.
Darklady26

I just kept on laughing :P
Especially the umbrella, the little comments and the ghetto talk were hilarious

YOU VILE, WICKED, DETESTIBLE, INCORRIGBLE FIEND! And here I thought that...

...

Well, I was going to say, "I thought that you were the evil one and I was the GOOD one, destined to stand up to you as you attempted to take over the world!", but then it occured to me that, well, you being evil in nature, this is something I should have expected of you. You have finally come into your full active evil-ness.

This not only means that I, as the unsure good-guy, must come into my full potential as the hero to stand up for Truth, Justice, and the American Way (or, rather, the "Way" as it used to be, seeing as how America is slightly overrun with crack-whores, drug dealers, and big mouth tv show hosts, and I'd rather not stand up for that) and to protect the world from you, but it also means that we cannot be friends.

Yes, Danika, it would seem that we must put our friendly days behind us and become the opposing forces we were destined to be. Like Clark Kent and Lex Luthor, Moses and Ramses, I dream of Jeannie and her sister, Beyonce and the rest of Destiny's Child, we are unable to socialize, due to our opposing natures. It cannot be done. True, we have had fun times, but now we must each come into our own rights and face our separate destinies.

I smite you, wicked villianess... and I assume that I have probably had either way too much ginseng today, or not enough. Probably not enough.

Call you later, you wicked, wicked, girl... after I rescue some kittens that are stuck in trees, save some little kids that stumble in front of a semi-truck after a ball, and convince a petty theif of the error of his ways and show him how to volunteer at a soup kitchen, instead, of course.

o.0

O. M. G. You've gotten "notwritten" to say more than one word.

*faints*

As far as the story goes...I got way too bored by the time the GK mentioned it was the 13th and never bothered to finish it. I just read the reviews instead.