A/N: HAPPY 100 FICS EVERYONE! WOW! I remember when the fandom only had like 20 and half of them weren't even AI related….
On a sadder note, AI is on its way to close, in like 3 weeks. =( So sad…but hey! We still have the tour! Just all you Idiots promise me one thing: DON'T CHANGE. Still keep the fandom strong! =D
So here's a little celebratory 100th fic fic!
Warnings: Language and some sexual content ;D You know Jimmy…
Disclaimer: I don't own the awesomeness that is this show!
Johnny: *running in cirlces* GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS!
All: *completely ignoring him*
Johnny: *arms flailing* GUYS! GUYS! GUYS!
Whatsername: Do you hear something?
Jimmy: *looks directly at Johnny* Nope.
Johnny: *grabs Tunny and starts to shake him* GUUUUUUYS!
Tunny: Please someone make him stop.
All: *flip him off*
Johnny: Wow, way to be rude.
Tunny: Wow, way to give me whiplash.
Johnny: YOUR PROBLEMS ARE SO MINISCULE!
Tunny: I'M MISSING A LEG. HOW IS THAT MINISCULE! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT MINISCULE MEANS!
Johnny: Something about a mini scule.
EG: *facepalm* Why do I associate with such stupid people?
Whatsername: Trust me, I ask myself the same question….
Will: *running into the room* YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!
Will: THEY RESPONDED TO MY PROTEST LETTER!
Johnny: NOOOOOO! *to Jimmy* It was fun while it lasted…
Jimmy: Well, I'm guessing we have about…..five minutes left.
Both: *dart off to the bedroom*
Will: Anywho….*opens the letter* YES! THEY-! *pause*
Will: This isn't for me….
Tunny: MAIL FRAUD!
Will: No, you idiot, it's for all of us in general.
Whatsername: And it says…?
Will: Congratu-fucking-lations. You've reached 100 fics. Here's a letter. And a bottle of vodka. Sorry, it would be full but Mike drank it all on the way to the post office. Fucking love you guys. Billie Joe.
EG: O…k… And this established…what?
Will: No clue.
Whatsername: QUICK! DON'T LET IT GET SILENT!
Whatsername: Because these walls are paper thin…and the two of them are off-!
Tunny: LET'S KEEP TALKING!
Will: Hey, where's Heather?
Whatsername; Sleeping around.
Whatsername: What? It's a totally probable concept.
Johnny: They got really quiet. Are they gone?
Jimmy: I dunno…go check.
Johnny: I don't wanna check. I don't have pants on.
Will: NEVER LET IT GET SILENT AGAIN.
Johnny: Aw, dammit….GUYS SERIOUSLY. SILENTLY HAVING SEX IS BORING. CAN YOU ALL JUST LIKE LEAVE?
Whatsername: Well, just because you said that, I'm staying.
Jimmy: I hate you…
Whatsername: *smirks* I know…
Heather: *bursting through the door looking like she's dead*
EG: What's your problem?
Heather: YOUR SON'S MAIN PURPOSE FOR LIVING IS TO KILL ME! I KNOW IT!
Whatsername: Dude, the kid's, what? Five months old?
Whatsername: He can't think for himself!
Heather: I swear to god my baby is matricidal!
EG: Wow….i didn't even know you knew words that big. Good job.
Heather: *grumbles* I need a beer….or seven. I'm so wiped out I can't even insult your stupid haircut.
Will: Hey, Heather, the beer is over there! *points to Johnny's room*
Heather: Why does Johnny keep it in his room?
Whatsername: He's a closeted alcoholic.
Heather: I KNEW IT! *runs in the room*
Tunny: Why is it your intent to keep sabotaging our best friend's love life?
Will: Because. Would you rather have Johnny fucking another guy, or more page time?
Will: Why isn't anything happening?
Whatsername: She didn't…
Heather: *walking out, hair disheveled, tank top strap falling* I don't know what that was, but that beat fucking beer any day.
Will: THEY POISONED HER!
Tunny: You sent her in there.
Will: SHUT UP! *runs to the door* OK! BOTH OF YOU OUT! NOW!
Will:I'M COUNTING TO THREE. ONE.
Johnny: WILL! BE CONSIDERATE! THIS IS THE LAST TIME THAT WE WILL EVER HAVE TOGETHER!
Jimmy: Just ignore him. He's probably too stupid to realize that counting never works.
Will: THREE. ALL OF YOU OUT NOW!
Will: THAT'S IT! I'M COMING IN THERE!
Whatsername: Uh, Will that's not a very good-!
Will: *barges in*
Tunny: What's going on in there?
Heather: If I told you…you may just explode.
Tunny: DEAR GOD. WILL! WILL COME BACK!
Johnny: *bursting out of the room* OK! I'VE HAD ENOUGH!
Whatsername: *blushing* Oh my God…
Heather: Where are your pants?
Johnny: DAMMIT! *pounds on door* JIMMY! JIMMY LET ME IN!
Jimmy: Nope…don't feel like it.
Johnny: I NEED PANTS!
Jimmy: Well, you should've though of that earlier.
Tunny: *covers EG's eyes*
EG: Tunny, I'm a nurse. I've seen a naked man before.
Tunny: WHO WAS HE?
EG: oh my God…
Johnny: GODDAMN STUPID WILL! HE THINKS HE CAN JUST BARGE RIGHT IN AND-! What's that?
Whatsername: Oh, just some letter from Billie Joe congratulating us on 100 fics.
Johnny: Wait…so that ISN'T a protest response?
Johnny: *fuming more* WILLIAM! GET YOUR DICK AWAY FROM MY BOYFRIEND THIS INSTANT!
Will: *feeling dizzy* Oh…my..God…. I can't even describe what went on in there…
Jimmy: *smirking* that's what they all say. Oh. *throws pants at Johnny* Hope that helps.
Johnny: *furious grumbling*
EG: Yeah…we'll leave you guys alone now….
Tunny: If Jimmy gets murdered, we were all just innocent bystanders. *grabs EG and runs*
Johnny: *to the remaining people* JUST GET OUT!
Whatsername: Yeah, but-!
Johnny: Happy 100 fics my ass…
Theo: *popping in from under the couch cushion* So…. I hear Jimmy's back on the market?
Johnny: *finds a nearby heavy object and hits Theo with it* HAPPY 100 FICS, SHITBAG!
AND HAPPY 100 FICS!