BAM! (FUNNY SB!)

Bond

"Anyone got any champagne?" I asked, spritefully. "It's been a jolly long day and I feel like a spot of the fizz!"

008 sighed, "We can't plan, if we're drunk. Can we?"

"'Course we can!" I replied in jest, "It just won't be as good as if we did it sobre!"

Oliver snatched the bottle of champagne from 007 and smashed it on the ground. There was an explosion of shards and then the vile liquid pooled from the glass corpse.

"How dare you even consider such a thing!?" Oliver barked.

007 only looked away and ran a hand down his hair. He apologized and crossed his arms.

Oliver shook his head. He let the entire thing slide, knowing things were indeed tough. Nerves were all over the place; one misunderstanding and their cord organization would snap.

Oliver gazed at the distant sky with tear glazed eyes. A star was streaking across the heavens toward them. Not a marvelous shooting star, but a uranium death star. He did not even hear the explosion as it engulfed life in a mushroom cloud.

THE END

Did you have to do that? I was going to post something until I saw that...

This isn't ended! ;O

Let's go from AAAM's post before the "THe End" one.

Thank you. I was a little startled to see that.

BenFranks wrote:This isn't ended! ;O

Let's go from AAAM's post before the "THe End" one.

What? Nobody has even posted anything from my last one that moves the story forward. I found this story book behind the first page.

I'd say it's safe to declare it dead. I'll sign the declaration of death thingy. I am the Storybook Reaper after all. Look at my title below my avatar.

It's still the creator of the storybook's word to say dead or not.

Ben, dead, or are you just going to leave it alone and it will be dead regardless?

*Points at angel*

Ah, ah, ah, no you don't!

*Angel returns to body and out comes a*

*Er...I think I forgot I was in this one. Oh well. Randomness resurrects, no?

Odette / Fiametta

Suddenly, I jumped out from behind some shrubbery-esque prop (that wasn't very flammable.) To my delight, there was a puddle of spilled alcohol! I squealed happily as I struck a match and tossed it in.

"Good lord, woman!" I heard from...Sonja? I think that was her name. (She might have been flammable, but I didn't want to test my fellow actors--that's frowned upon. I think.)

"I know! Isn't it great?" I cackled.

Bond's head fell into his hand, shaking side to side as he heaved a sigh. "Absolutely clueless," he murmured. Surely he wasn't talking about me!

The fire, however, wasn't entirely glorious, and as soon as it died down a bit, so did my cheerfulness. "So what now?"

Natasha/Sonja:

I sighed and plonked down on a nearby rock, ignoring the glare from blondie.

"Yes," I mused, staring blankly at the cave wall. "What're we going to do now? It's not real at all, is it? I thought something was off with that director dude...."

Bond started shaking his head again while 008 heaved a sigh and glared at me.

"What?" I asked innocently. Too innocently....

Oliver crossed his arms and bent his chin toward the ground. Many thoughts congregated in his mind. None of them made any sense. The harder he tried, the more jumbled the mess became. It was like trying to decipher hieroglyphics written by a child.

In the span of two minutes he just shrugged and turned to 008.