Mad Libs For The Win!
Vairous Mad-Libs with the Jazz/Dan Pairing
Alternative Pairing Title 1: Burned Eggnog
It was Christmas Eve. Jazz sat boastfully on a Specter-Speeder, sipping moaning eggnog.
She looked at the zealous therapy hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Dan had hung it there, just before they looked at each other fondly and then fell into each other's arms and burned each other's neck.
If only I hadn't been so defective, Jazz thought, pouring a possessive amount of rum into her eggnog. Then Dan might not have got so psychotic and left me all alone at Christmas time. She wiped away an overwrought tear and held her waist in her hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a wrathful voice lifted selfishly up in song.
"I'm dreaming of a lewd Christmas
Just like a thousand cries of innocents as they pleeded for mercy~!"
Jazz ran to the door. It was Dan, looking jealous all over with snow.
"I missed you mysteriously," Dan said. "And I wanted to burn your neck again."
Jazz hugged Dan and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Dan said.
"I think so too," Jazz said and they burned each other's neck until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted ghost ear and lived powerfully until Jazz got drunk again.
Proving that even while Snogging his sister, Dan Still Likes *coughs*Bearded*coughs* Men:
Jazz woke up in the middle of the night. She was thirsty and so she decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, she couldn't wait to see her presents. There was one moaning box that looked like a book.
Then Jazz noticed that Dan was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either.
Jazz thought that she would surprise Dan. Maybe even sneak up behind him and burn him on his overwrought neck. That always made Dan jealous.
Jazz crept fondly down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its wrathful lights, and the presents, heaped up mysteriously, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Dan. Kissing someone.
Jazz was so angry, she picked up a therapy from a table and threw it selfishly on a Specter-Speeder.
They both looked around.
"Dan, you possessive ghost!" Jazz yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Jazz looked and then rubbed her waist and looked again. It was Santa Claus.
"Let me explain," Dan said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course he had to give me a kiss. And what a defective kiss it was."
"Well, I suppose," Jazz said powerfully. "If he was under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be zealous."
That seemed reasonable. Jazz went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.
Santa was the best kisser ever, like a thousand cries of innocents as they pleeded for mercy. He made Jazz's ear feel all lewd.
"You see?" Dan said boastfully and Jazz saw. So they had a threeway.
Everybody's presents were late.
And Finally (For Now):
Jazz and Dan were celebrating an overwrought Valentine's Day together. Jazz had cooked a defective dinner and they ate on a Specter-Speeder by candlelight.
"My darling," Dan said, stroking Jazz's ear, "I have something for you." He gave a box to Jazz. "It is but a moaning token of my wrathful love."
Jazz opened the box. Inside was a possessive therapy! She gazed at it mysteriously. Then she gazed at Dan mysteriously. "It's zealous," Jazz said. "Come here and let me burn you."
Just then, a psychotic crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like a thousand cries of innocents as they pleeded for mercy. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a jealous voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.
Dan read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my sister."
They stared at each other powerfully as the crone cackled some more. Jazz's neck began to tremble. Then Dan shrugged, pulled out a tea, and hit the crone on her waist. She fell over dead.
"Problem solved!" Jazz said and kissed Dan fondly. "This is a lewd Valentine's Day!"
They boastfully burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.
And then they burned each other all night long.
Note: I didn't "bold" the other two because they were from the same mad-lib sheet. ( That and because I'm Lazy~! :P )
....and I swear that I didn't put the word "sister" in the list! XD
Alternative Pairing Title 1: Burned Eggnog
It was Christmas Eve. Jazz sat boastfully on a Specter-Speeder, sipping moaning eggnog.
She looked at the zealous therapy hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Dan had hung it there, just before they looked at each other fondly and then fell into each other's arms and burned each other's neck.
If only I hadn't been so defective, Jazz thought, pouring a possessive amount of rum into her eggnog. Then Dan might not have got so psychotic and left me all alone at Christmas time. She wiped away an overwrought tear and held her waist in her hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a wrathful voice lifted selfishly up in song.
"I'm dreaming of a lewd Christmas
Just like a thousand cries of innocents as they pleeded for mercy~!"
Jazz ran to the door. It was Dan, looking jealous all over with snow.
"I missed you mysteriously," Dan said. "And I wanted to burn your neck again."
Jazz hugged Dan and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Dan said.
"I think so too," Jazz said and they burned each other's neck until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted ghost ear and lived powerfully until Jazz got drunk again.
Proving that even while Snogging his sister, Dan Still Likes *coughs*Bearded*coughs* Men:
Jazz woke up in the middle of the night. She was thirsty and so she decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, she couldn't wait to see her presents. There was one moaning box that looked like a book.
Then Jazz noticed that Dan was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either.
Jazz thought that she would surprise Dan. Maybe even sneak up behind him and burn him on his overwrought neck. That always made Dan jealous.
Jazz crept fondly down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its wrathful lights, and the presents, heaped up mysteriously, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Dan. Kissing someone.
Jazz was so angry, she picked up a therapy from a table and threw it selfishly on a Specter-Speeder.
They both looked around.
"Dan, you possessive ghost!" Jazz yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Jazz looked and then rubbed her waist and looked again. It was Santa Claus.
"Let me explain," Dan said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course he had to give me a kiss. And what a defective kiss it was."
"Well, I suppose," Jazz said powerfully. "If he was under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be zealous."
That seemed reasonable. Jazz went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.
Santa was the best kisser ever, like a thousand cries of innocents as they pleeded for mercy. He made Jazz's ear feel all lewd.
"You see?" Dan said boastfully and Jazz saw. So they had a threeway.
Everybody's presents were late.
And Finally (For Now):
Jazz and Dan were celebrating an overwrought Valentine's Day together. Jazz had cooked a defective dinner and they ate on a Specter-Speeder by candlelight.
"My darling," Dan said, stroking Jazz's ear, "I have something for you." He gave a box to Jazz. "It is but a moaning token of my wrathful love."
Jazz opened the box. Inside was a possessive therapy! She gazed at it mysteriously. Then she gazed at Dan mysteriously. "It's zealous," Jazz said. "Come here and let me burn you."
Just then, a psychotic crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like a thousand cries of innocents as they pleeded for mercy. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a jealous voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.
Dan read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my sister."
They stared at each other powerfully as the crone cackled some more. Jazz's neck began to tremble. Then Dan shrugged, pulled out a tea, and hit the crone on her waist. She fell over dead.
"Problem solved!" Jazz said and kissed Dan fondly. "This is a lewd Valentine's Day!"
They boastfully burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.
And then they burned each other all night long.
Note: I didn't "bold" the other two because they were from the same mad-lib sheet. ( That and because I'm Lazy~! :P )
....and I swear that I didn't put the word "sister" in the list! XD