Okay, so I wanted to write this up a long time ago, but, well, then I blew up. So, I'll do it now.
To start, I'd like to say that being a bodyguard is really fun.
You see, I was sitting in my room, likely with my headphones and singing along with whatever music was going (which can be disturbing if the soloist is a soprano, as y'all well know). Shane, my roommate, was on the phone with a girl we know. She was telling him about her ex-boyfriend who is, in my not so humble opinion, a total jerk, and pretty much everyone who saw them together for awhile agreed. He tolerated most of her friends, but would tell her not to bring this one girl along whenever there was a group going somewhere because "she's loud." He was frequently verbally abusive of his girlfriend, attacking her intelligence and ability to graduate, among other things. He had a great penchant for poking her, and not lightly or once, constantly and hard enough to inflict pain.
Oh yes, and there's the time he stole her computer.
Needless to say, it didn't last long.
Well, before Shane was talking to this girl, her ex-boyfriend called and wanted to meet with her, supposedly to give her some money for the computer he took and retained. Now, she was fairly scared of his guy, and didn't want to meet him alone. She was thinking of bringing two friends along. Shane offered to go with her, and when I asked what was up after he got off, I volunteered too. When we were getting in the elevator down, we saw another guy on the floor and he wanted to come too.
So, the plan was to go there ahead of the meeting, spread out, pick our spots and read something while surreptitiously making sure nothing got out of hand. Well, that's not quite how it worked out. The guy was already there and trying to lord over her and her two friends when we got there; fortunately, he couldn't do much besides be a jerk since she had her friends.
It was supremely satisfying to file in, go up to the girls, and warmly and heartily greet them while throwing not especially friendly glances at the ex. He shoved the money at her and got out of there immediately, because now he couldn't even be a jerk.
Now, he may have had some idea of restitution in mind when he called her, but I doubt it. First, he wasn't acting penitent when I showed up. He was pretty much taunting her with the money. Second, the amount he gave her was a complete rip off for any functioning computer, let alone the fairly nice one he stole. Third, if he wanted restitution, he should just give the computer back.
Anyway, the girls said we were awesome and invited us to lunch the next day, and I was able to discover the joys of minor strongarming. Booyah.
~Paul
05 February 2006
22 January 2006
A Coherent And Rational Explanation
There's another post I want to do. I had the coolest experience the other night. I will post concerning that. However, first I feel compelled to dispel the aura of inscrutable insanity around my last post and explain what was going through my head as I wrote it. You may shudder in fear at the prospects of such a cache of knowledge, an insight into my bizarreness, but I'm going to post it anyway, and later today I'll move onto more interesting things. Just bear with me here, nod and smile, and read the next post. It would also be good to open up my last post in another browser so I don't have to copy the entire text into this one.
The first eyebrow-raising comment comes in the second paragraph, when I begin talking to myself. I would like to point out that this instance of talking to myself was done not because I believed I would answer or some such, but I was at the time feeling a strong urge to speak in a twisted manner.
Second, there is a notable lack of real information on any of my classes. This stems from an obligation to say something about them coupled with an intense desire to not think about these classes at the time. The exception to this rule is creative writing, where the motivating cause behind the comment (which is a rather oblique dodge, I think) is that I did not and still do not know the state of Maren's English classes and didn't want to go ranting on about my creative writing class when her beloved English may still be in danger from all the idiot bureaucrats at Weber.
Concerning the next instance of talking to myself, it gives the passage a circular feel. I got into writing about my classes talking to myself, I'll get out of it talking to myself. When that topic has come full circle, or more likely, is going in circles, it's time to ditch it and move on.
The sidenote on the tiny green composition notebook was inspired by the tiny green composition notebook that sits on my shelf right next to my stuffed naked mole rat, my scripture marking pencils/pen, and the framed photo of Chris, his sisters, and myself standing next to a fire truck at Stadium of Fire in Provo. This tiny green composition notebook can, in fact, fit just about anywhere. I made that comment, however, to chide myself for not having done anything with this extremely useful and very blank tiny green composition notebook. It has, after all, been sitting there all through last semester and thus far this semester. It's begging to be used, yet I haven't come up with anything for it yet. Chide chide, Paul.
*headesk*: This is a fairly universal comment with me, inspired by the constant angst. By the way, go look up the actual meaning of angst. No, not in the dictionary. That will likely have the modern definition, "dread or anxiety" or something like that. Go look it up in the original context of existential angst. The reason this angst expresses itself as a *headesk*, though, is that it is usually near impossible or at least more trouble than it's worth to write a small essay explaining my feelings.
Concerning lucidity, I think it hardly need be said that my lucidity was already long gone. The first spelling error was an actual mistake, and it just flowed from there.
And then we come to the infamous penguin comment. The focus on penguins arose from a recent experience with a game. In this game, there is a spell called "Summon Creature I." Traditionally, this summons a dire badger to help the character. In this particular map I was playing, however, the spell had been modified so that using the spell summoned a penguin. After I nearly died laughing, I discovered that it was a rather good little attack penguin, and had a healing spell to boot. The comment on chihuahuas came from changing "penguin" to "chihuahua" out of a deep-seated desire for obfuscation, and the comment on whether or not I spelled ostrich correctly was inspired by the fact that I wasn't sure whether I had spelled chihuahua anywhere close to correctly.
The next (rather scary) paragraph came because I knew no one would find the slightest bit of sense in anything I'd said the entire post, although it all made sense to me. It bugs me when I know this to be the case. Yes, I do a lot of stuff that is weird. Yes, I do even purposely shroud a lot of what I write, especially poetry and insane rants, so that it's hard to understand. But when I try to make sense, people generally still think I'm just ranting insanely. I'm not.
The monkies flying comment. Remember when we were in the car, coming back from Chronicles of Narnia, and I said something about "this is where the monkey floats by on a flying island" or something and threw in a comment about black helicopters? Remember how Emmett asked if that me saying that disturbs anyone, and we determined that Maren at least is desensitized to my weirdness? Remember before we went to Chronicles of Narnia, we were at Dick's to use the ATM, and I made a comment that the music video to Feel Good INC, which was playing on the radio at the time, is really really weird? Remember how Feel Good INC was playing when I made the comment on the flying monkeys after Narnia? The music video to Feel Good INC has flying islands with windmills and monkeys/gorillas on said island singing and black helicopters chasing them. This is the sum of what I meant by the whole flying monkey thing. I meant to emphasize that Feel Good INC has a weird music video.
AND IT LEADS INTO A QUESTION ABOUT WHETHER PEOPLE ARE SCARED WHEN I OPEN MY MOUTH.
And the mind reading thing. In keeping with my desire for obfuscation and seclusion, the freakiest thing ever would be to be around people capable of invasive telepathy, aka mind reading. I'm not sure about being a mind reader, though, because it could go either way. On one hand, it would make dealing with people much more comfortable because I'll always know what they expect out of me and what their state of being is. It might also be horrible because people are often pretty twisted and I may not want to be privy to all the cacophany in everyone's minds.
And the logic/twisted logic comment: It was right. On some level, every human action can be chalked up to some sort of internal reasoning, conscious or begging further analysis to discover the genesis of the action. We do not act randomly. When someone seems to be acting randomly, it merely means that their original desires and line of reasoning differ greatly from our own, and possibly include a desire to act randomly or to hide one's mind from others. And the next comment, concerning whether I like it or not--it would be so much more simple if I really was acting randomly and without reasonable thought, because the required state of mind to act like this and have it be the most logical option is simply not found in healthy, sane people.
There. I've explicated previous post. I anticipate very little response to this post. People generally don't respond to me when I'm freaking out. They turn to the person next to me and ask if I've taken my meds.
~StraightJacket
The first eyebrow-raising comment comes in the second paragraph, when I begin talking to myself. I would like to point out that this instance of talking to myself was done not because I believed I would answer or some such, but I was at the time feeling a strong urge to speak in a twisted manner.
Second, there is a notable lack of real information on any of my classes. This stems from an obligation to say something about them coupled with an intense desire to not think about these classes at the time. The exception to this rule is creative writing, where the motivating cause behind the comment (which is a rather oblique dodge, I think) is that I did not and still do not know the state of Maren's English classes and didn't want to go ranting on about my creative writing class when her beloved English may still be in danger from all the idiot bureaucrats at Weber.
Concerning the next instance of talking to myself, it gives the passage a circular feel. I got into writing about my classes talking to myself, I'll get out of it talking to myself. When that topic has come full circle, or more likely, is going in circles, it's time to ditch it and move on.
The sidenote on the tiny green composition notebook was inspired by the tiny green composition notebook that sits on my shelf right next to my stuffed naked mole rat, my scripture marking pencils/pen, and the framed photo of Chris, his sisters, and myself standing next to a fire truck at Stadium of Fire in Provo. This tiny green composition notebook can, in fact, fit just about anywhere. I made that comment, however, to chide myself for not having done anything with this extremely useful and very blank tiny green composition notebook. It has, after all, been sitting there all through last semester and thus far this semester. It's begging to be used, yet I haven't come up with anything for it yet. Chide chide, Paul.
*headesk*: This is a fairly universal comment with me, inspired by the constant angst. By the way, go look up the actual meaning of angst. No, not in the dictionary. That will likely have the modern definition, "dread or anxiety" or something like that. Go look it up in the original context of existential angst. The reason this angst expresses itself as a *headesk*, though, is that it is usually near impossible or at least more trouble than it's worth to write a small essay explaining my feelings.
Concerning lucidity, I think it hardly need be said that my lucidity was already long gone. The first spelling error was an actual mistake, and it just flowed from there.
And then we come to the infamous penguin comment. The focus on penguins arose from a recent experience with a game. In this game, there is a spell called "Summon Creature I." Traditionally, this summons a dire badger to help the character. In this particular map I was playing, however, the spell had been modified so that using the spell summoned a penguin. After I nearly died laughing, I discovered that it was a rather good little attack penguin, and had a healing spell to boot. The comment on chihuahuas came from changing "penguin" to "chihuahua" out of a deep-seated desire for obfuscation, and the comment on whether or not I spelled ostrich correctly was inspired by the fact that I wasn't sure whether I had spelled chihuahua anywhere close to correctly.
The next (rather scary) paragraph came because I knew no one would find the slightest bit of sense in anything I'd said the entire post, although it all made sense to me. It bugs me when I know this to be the case. Yes, I do a lot of stuff that is weird. Yes, I do even purposely shroud a lot of what I write, especially poetry and insane rants, so that it's hard to understand. But when I try to make sense, people generally still think I'm just ranting insanely. I'm not.
The monkies flying comment. Remember when we were in the car, coming back from Chronicles of Narnia, and I said something about "this is where the monkey floats by on a flying island" or something and threw in a comment about black helicopters? Remember how Emmett asked if that me saying that disturbs anyone, and we determined that Maren at least is desensitized to my weirdness? Remember before we went to Chronicles of Narnia, we were at Dick's to use the ATM, and I made a comment that the music video to Feel Good INC, which was playing on the radio at the time, is really really weird? Remember how Feel Good INC was playing when I made the comment on the flying monkeys after Narnia? The music video to Feel Good INC has flying islands with windmills and monkeys/gorillas on said island singing and black helicopters chasing them. This is the sum of what I meant by the whole flying monkey thing. I meant to emphasize that Feel Good INC has a weird music video.
AND IT LEADS INTO A QUESTION ABOUT WHETHER PEOPLE ARE SCARED WHEN I OPEN MY MOUTH.
And the mind reading thing. In keeping with my desire for obfuscation and seclusion, the freakiest thing ever would be to be around people capable of invasive telepathy, aka mind reading. I'm not sure about being a mind reader, though, because it could go either way. On one hand, it would make dealing with people much more comfortable because I'll always know what they expect out of me and what their state of being is. It might also be horrible because people are often pretty twisted and I may not want to be privy to all the cacophany in everyone's minds.
And the logic/twisted logic comment: It was right. On some level, every human action can be chalked up to some sort of internal reasoning, conscious or begging further analysis to discover the genesis of the action. We do not act randomly. When someone seems to be acting randomly, it merely means that their original desires and line of reasoning differ greatly from our own, and possibly include a desire to act randomly or to hide one's mind from others. And the next comment, concerning whether I like it or not--it would be so much more simple if I really was acting randomly and without reasonable thought, because the required state of mind to act like this and have it be the most logical option is simply not found in healthy, sane people.
There. I've explicated previous post. I anticipate very little response to this post. People generally don't respond to me when I'm freaking out. They turn to the person next to me and ask if I've taken my meds.
~StraightJacket
16 January 2006
As Maren So GRACIOUSLY pointed out...
Within four days from two days ago, I will have neglected this blog for a full month. I would like to point out that I posted a comment in response. And that Emmett went longer than I did without posting (Sorry Emmett, but I couldn't resist)(okay, I could've, but chose not too. Bad Paul. *slaps wrist*).
Also, we were all collected in one area! Back from college! We just talked face to face! And besides, when I was at home, the only computer I had available to me was my dad's, and I don't like using other people's computers for reading, long rants, and writing. It feels violently wrong.
So. I suppose I should talk about my new class schedule, shouldn't I? Yes, Paul, you should. Thank you, Paul, I think I shall.
Let this one point be forever known about Japanese: lab, as opposed to lecture, is really painful; getting up in the morning specifically for lab moreso. Lab is entirely in Japanese, and it is a participation-based class. It doesn't help that we have more labs than lectures, either. Eek.
Concerning Fundamentals of Literary Interpretation and Criticism, let me give you this quote from my teacher as near as I can remember it: "If you're a person with a PhD, you can do ANYTHING." This, by the way, was as she was dragging a stolen table in from the hallway to serve as her desk. She also complains that they don't give her a podium or something to hide behind. She says she can't appear intimidating without one.
American Heritage: Pulling Teeth. In a massive auditorium packed with students. The small lab classes are also pulling teeth, just with a smaller audience.
For Book of Mormon part 2, I made sure I got the same teacher I had last semester, because he's so awesome. Yay!
And the less said about Creative Writing, the worse.
Is that sufficient for you taste, Paul? Why yes, Paul, it is; thank you for asking. You can write about something else now.
As a quick sidenote, has anyone else noticed that tiny little green composition notebooks can fit almost anywhere?
*headesk*
While I'm still semi-lucid, I would like to declare that...oops, nevermind. THere wnet lucidiyt. Oh well. While I'm no longer lucid, I would like to declare that penguins make very good attack chihuahuas, regardless of whether or not I spelled ostrich correctly.
I would also like to say that it's annoying but unfortunately understandable that when I say something that could make sense but doesn't because I don't make sure everyone around me understands the context around the statement, people automatically assume I'm just being weird because it's me and I do that quite a bit. But I say things that could make sense if I had the linguistic ability to communicate it more fully just as often as I say things that make no sense under any context. You'd all understand what the monkeys flying by are all about if you were mind readers! Hurry up! Ooh, second thought, don't. Mind readers are scary to be around. *shudder* Unless I'm a mind reader. But that might be even worse. But much more desirable than having mind readers around. Even if it is worse. Which it might not be. Unless... Nevermind.
Human beings are beings of logic, you know. Even if it's usually twisted logic. But there's always some sort of logic behind what people do, whether they realize it or not.
Whether I like it or not. Erg.
Remember that attack penguin sentence? Even that would make sense if you understood the context and the logic.
Now, I'd better post this before midnight so I don't have to go change that two days ago four days from then statement to be three days ago four days from then or something.
~Paul
Also, we were all collected in one area! Back from college! We just talked face to face! And besides, when I was at home, the only computer I had available to me was my dad's, and I don't like using other people's computers for reading, long rants, and writing. It feels violently wrong.
So. I suppose I should talk about my new class schedule, shouldn't I? Yes, Paul, you should. Thank you, Paul, I think I shall.
Let this one point be forever known about Japanese: lab, as opposed to lecture, is really painful; getting up in the morning specifically for lab moreso. Lab is entirely in Japanese, and it is a participation-based class. It doesn't help that we have more labs than lectures, either. Eek.
Concerning Fundamentals of Literary Interpretation and Criticism, let me give you this quote from my teacher as near as I can remember it: "If you're a person with a PhD, you can do ANYTHING." This, by the way, was as she was dragging a stolen table in from the hallway to serve as her desk. She also complains that they don't give her a podium or something to hide behind. She says she can't appear intimidating without one.
American Heritage: Pulling Teeth. In a massive auditorium packed with students. The small lab classes are also pulling teeth, just with a smaller audience.
For Book of Mormon part 2, I made sure I got the same teacher I had last semester, because he's so awesome. Yay!
And the less said about Creative Writing, the worse.
Is that sufficient for you taste, Paul? Why yes, Paul, it is; thank you for asking. You can write about something else now.
As a quick sidenote, has anyone else noticed that tiny little green composition notebooks can fit almost anywhere?
*headesk*
While I'm still semi-lucid, I would like to declare that...oops, nevermind. THere wnet lucidiyt. Oh well. While I'm no longer lucid, I would like to declare that penguins make very good attack chihuahuas, regardless of whether or not I spelled ostrich correctly.
I would also like to say that it's annoying but unfortunately understandable that when I say something that could make sense but doesn't because I don't make sure everyone around me understands the context around the statement, people automatically assume I'm just being weird because it's me and I do that quite a bit. But I say things that could make sense if I had the linguistic ability to communicate it more fully just as often as I say things that make no sense under any context. You'd all understand what the monkeys flying by are all about if you were mind readers! Hurry up! Ooh, second thought, don't. Mind readers are scary to be around. *shudder* Unless I'm a mind reader. But that might be even worse. But much more desirable than having mind readers around. Even if it is worse. Which it might not be. Unless... Nevermind.
Human beings are beings of logic, you know. Even if it's usually twisted logic. But there's always some sort of logic behind what people do, whether they realize it or not.
Whether I like it or not. Erg.
Remember that attack penguin sentence? Even that would make sense if you understood the context and the logic.
Now, I'd better post this before midnight so I don't have to go change that two days ago four days from then statement to be three days ago four days from then or something.
~Paul
18 December 2005
11 December 2005
What Do You Do With a Drunken Sailor?
You know, there are studies that seem to indicate fatigue by lack of sleep can be just as deadly as alcoholic intoxication on the road. Awareness and reaction time drop quite a bit in both cases. So, if being chronically sleep deprived is the same as being drunk, what are all us poor college students to do? I think everyone of you would agree with me when I say that fatigue is intrinsic to being a college student. All college students are tired. It's just the way it works. So we're essentially taking our finals while drunk! And how many people have such a remarkable metabolism that they can down twenty ounces of vodka, take an academic test, and do as well as they normally would? Since all students are performing seriously crippled when they go in to take their tests, the entire system of finals is broken because it's misrepresenting our actual skill levels. It would actually be better as a test of our fortitude than anything. Therefore, I propose that the only students who have to take finals are the physical education majors.
Hey, works for me, and it's got quasi-logic to back it up. ^_^
~Paul
Hey, works for me, and it's got quasi-logic to back it up. ^_^
~Paul
09 December 2005
*Pulls Out Death Ray*
Any more essays want some of this?
...
Good.
*Puts Death Ray Back In Hammerspace*
Hey, everyone. Just thought I'd drop an update to let you all know how freaking HAPPPY I am that Wednesday has ended. That was the due date for all four of my English essays, my apology in Humanities, my reading log stuff in Book of Mormon, and generally the end of everything. Except finals. And now, I actually have some free time! I looked at webcomics and fanfiction! I got SLEEP! I was getting really good at not sleeping at all on a given night, and it feels so good to not have to do that anymore. Woot.
Finals are actually not going to be very stressful for me, except for Japanese. I already passed physical science awhile ago, I'm doing an alternate assignment in Book of Mormon, the English final doesn't count for many points, and the humanities final is optional. Japanese will likely eviscerate me, but otherwise, all is mostly well. *grin&thumpup*
And by the way Batman Begins is better than the original Batman. Just so you know.
~Paul
...
Good.
*Puts Death Ray Back In Hammerspace*
Hey, everyone. Just thought I'd drop an update to let you all know how freaking HAPPPY I am that Wednesday has ended. That was the due date for all four of my English essays, my apology in Humanities, my reading log stuff in Book of Mormon, and generally the end of everything. Except finals. And now, I actually have some free time! I looked at webcomics and fanfiction! I got SLEEP! I was getting really good at not sleeping at all on a given night, and it feels so good to not have to do that anymore. Woot.
Finals are actually not going to be very stressful for me, except for Japanese. I already passed physical science awhile ago, I'm doing an alternate assignment in Book of Mormon, the English final doesn't count for many points, and the humanities final is optional. Japanese will likely eviscerate me, but otherwise, all is mostly well. *grin&thumpup*
And by the way Batman Begins is better than the original Batman. Just so you know.
~Paul
01 December 2005
The All-Important
*Scene: News Broadcast Studio*
*cool intro music: "It's Just You" by LMNT*
Paul: Welcome back to PINS, Paul's Internal News Service broadcasting. Following the exciting news release earlier today, we were able to get the stars of the day--Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable--to come in for an interview! How are you two feeling today?
Kim: Great, Paul, and I'm glad to be here!
Ron: Bondiggity. I mean, I'm on TV!
Paul: Uh, actually, Ron, we'll only be able to put up the transcript of this interview. Our communications department has some difficulty getting picture to the outside world.
Ron: ...but people will read it, right?
Paul: Yeah.
Ron: Cool, I'm on TV!
Kim: Um...yeah, Ron. You're on TV.
Paul: Anyway, I'm sure you two must be thrilled about this recent development. Any thoughts?
Kim: Yes, I am thrilled here, Paul! I mean, what Ron and I do has always been really important to us, and we're both really happy that we'll be able to continue. You got anything, Ron?
Ron: Yes, Kim, I do. I just want to thank all the little people--Hego, for finally ceasing his attempts to kill the Naco, Ned, for fighting the appointment of a spokesclown, Lars for FINALLY getting OUT of Bueno Nacho, and Drakken for getting the most beautiful chain food store ever made a whole bunch of press before KP and me put him in jail again. I'm very pleased with the court's handling of Drakken's confiscated property, Bueno Nacho being the foremost, and that it is now in the hands of a very capable owner and CEO. *sips water*
Kim: Um, Ron? We're not talking about Bueno Nacho here.
Ron: Wha--? We're not? But nothin' else happened...I think....
Paul: Ron, Kim Possible was renewed for a fourth season.
Ron: They--fourth season--BOOYAH! OH MY FREAKING--BOOYAH! WHAT UP NOW, EISNER? A BOO--A BOO--A BOOYAH!
Kim: Ron, stop break dancing on the table!
Ron: *leaps off table, grabs Kim and starts swing dancing* FOURTH SEASON FOURTH SEASON!!!
Kim: Ron...Leggo, Ron!
Ron: *lets go of Kim, slinging her onto her chair* I gotta tell Rufus! Rufus, wake up, buddy, wake up!
Rufus: *yawn*
Ron: Dude, we got a fourth season of KP going! We're back in business!
Rufus: Fourth? Yeahyeahyeah! Booyah!
Ron: This demands a party! Rufus and me'll get the snackage!
Rufus: Cheese!
Ron: Yeah, cheese, and mini corndogs, and slurpsters--
Rufus: King size!
Ron: --and pizza and nachos and nacos and tacos and... We have to hurry, Rufus! Party, here, twenty minutes! *sprints offscreen with Rufus to get food*
Paul: Well, he seems pretty psyched.
Kim: Yeah, that's Ron for you... he'll calm down in awhile, I promise.
Paul: He's on to something here, actually. He's getting snackage, but we're gonna need music. And more people. And more snackage. Snackage is important.
Kim: Okay, sure. You get music, I'll get Monique, Felix, Brikk, Malcolm, the Tweebs, Wade, everyone. Except Bonnie. Twenty minutes?
Paul: Twenty minutes.
*both sprint offscreen, cut to commercials*
*cool intro music: "It's Just You" by LMNT*
Paul: Welcome back to PINS, Paul's Internal News Service broadcasting. Following the exciting news release earlier today, we were able to get the stars of the day--Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable--to come in for an interview! How are you two feeling today?
Kim: Great, Paul, and I'm glad to be here!
Ron: Bondiggity. I mean, I'm on TV!
Paul: Uh, actually, Ron, we'll only be able to put up the transcript of this interview. Our communications department has some difficulty getting picture to the outside world.
Ron: ...but people will read it, right?
Paul: Yeah.
Ron: Cool, I'm on TV!
Kim: Um...yeah, Ron. You're on TV.
Paul: Anyway, I'm sure you two must be thrilled about this recent development. Any thoughts?
Kim: Yes, I am thrilled here, Paul! I mean, what Ron and I do has always been really important to us, and we're both really happy that we'll be able to continue. You got anything, Ron?
Ron: Yes, Kim, I do. I just want to thank all the little people--Hego, for finally ceasing his attempts to kill the Naco, Ned, for fighting the appointment of a spokesclown, Lars for FINALLY getting OUT of Bueno Nacho, and Drakken for getting the most beautiful chain food store ever made a whole bunch of press before KP and me put him in jail again. I'm very pleased with the court's handling of Drakken's confiscated property, Bueno Nacho being the foremost, and that it is now in the hands of a very capable owner and CEO. *sips water*
Kim: Um, Ron? We're not talking about Bueno Nacho here.
Ron: Wha--? We're not? But nothin' else happened...I think....
Paul: Ron, Kim Possible was renewed for a fourth season.
Ron: They--fourth season--BOOYAH! OH MY FREAKING--BOOYAH! WHAT UP NOW, EISNER? A BOO--A BOO--A BOOYAH!
Kim: Ron, stop break dancing on the table!
Ron: *leaps off table, grabs Kim and starts swing dancing* FOURTH SEASON FOURTH SEASON!!!
Kim: Ron...Leggo, Ron!
Ron: *lets go of Kim, slinging her onto her chair* I gotta tell Rufus! Rufus, wake up, buddy, wake up!
Rufus: *yawn*
Ron: Dude, we got a fourth season of KP going! We're back in business!
Rufus: Fourth? Yeahyeahyeah! Booyah!
Ron: This demands a party! Rufus and me'll get the snackage!
Rufus: Cheese!
Ron: Yeah, cheese, and mini corndogs, and slurpsters--
Rufus: King size!
Ron: --and pizza and nachos and nacos and tacos and... We have to hurry, Rufus! Party, here, twenty minutes! *sprints offscreen with Rufus to get food*
Paul: Well, he seems pretty psyched.
Kim: Yeah, that's Ron for you... he'll calm down in awhile, I promise.
Paul: He's on to something here, actually. He's getting snackage, but we're gonna need music. And more people. And more snackage. Snackage is important.
Kim: Okay, sure. You get music, I'll get Monique, Felix, Brikk, Malcolm, the Tweebs, Wade, everyone. Except Bonnie. Twenty minutes?
Paul: Twenty minutes.
*both sprint offscreen, cut to commercials*
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