*The Final Countdown starts playing*
Gob: *attempts fireballs* *obviously, he fails*
Me: *turns music off* Hey. I don't own Arrested Development. I do however own the counselor, Elle. This will be OOC and weird, just warning you.
Gob: You're weird.
Elle: *straightens glasses*So, folks, why do you think you're here?
Everyone: *refuse to admit that they're extremely screwed up*
Elle: This will be long and hard…
Tobias: I should have blown it off.
Michael: *buries head in hands*
Buster: Mother told me to come…I think she wants to get rid of me.
Lucille: I'm right here!
Buster: Oh…I didn't see you…
Lucille: *rolls eyes*
Elle: Yeah, that's one topic we should cover. I'll start with Michael and Lucille. You fight all the time, but deep down, you really love each other right?
Michael: Of cou-
Lucille: I wouldn't be so sure.
Gob: But you love me, right mom?
Lucille: No. You drugged me with a puppet.
George Michael: Wait, what?
Michael: Don't worry about it.
George Michael: How can you even do that?
Michael: I said don't worry about it.
Lindsay: I haven't said anything yet!The world might end!
Kitty: Whatever, bitch. This is the end. So say goodbye to these! *flashes counseling service*
A/N: That was probably bad, but please review!