Sir. Aaron - A Parody

[Post Office Buddy]

Rated: Mature as I repeatedly use the word "wench" throughout the parody.

This parody has been revised and edited.

First things first, don't bother telling me that the formatting is wrong. I know how to properly format a fiction, and I did this parody this way on purpose (see Xanthine's review to see why).

This is something I've been wanting to do for a while. I finally got around to it and typed up the 6 pages in about an hour and a half. Before reviewing, remember that this is my first parody. I know advanced grammar techniques, so I would ask that you focus on the parody aspect more than the grammatical errors I may have left in there. That doesn't mean that you should ignore grammar errors, just that the focus would be better spent on the humor.

So without further ado, here is:

Sir. Aaron - A Parody
By Post Office Buddy​

Andrea (who was 16, by the way) rushed up the long, winding stairs, worried about the punishment she would receive for being ten minutes late to the throne room. Queen Rin (who was 38, by the way) was rarely in a good mood, and took her anger out on her underlings by repeatedly whipping them whenever they did something wrong. Queen Rin especially liked to whip Andrea, since she would cry the most from the lashings. Somehow that struck Andrea as odd. She didn't think that anyone, queens especially, should like to inflict torture on other people. But, apparently, Lady Rin was an exception.
Andrea kept her focus on the steps, making sure she didn't stub a toe on one of the hard, marble stairs. It was for this reason that Andrea crashed into a man walking down that same staircase.
Luckily for Andrea, the man was able to maintain his balance and prevent her from falling down the stairs. Well, at least a little. She still managed to smash her head against the stone banister. But for the most part, she went uninjured. The man helped her to her feet, apologizing profusely. Andrea only kept muttering that it was her fault, until she looked up at the man.
What Andrea saw left her speechless. Standing before her was the ugliest man she had ever lain eyes on. He was a full head shorter than her, had a pockmarked face, and wore ridiculously large glasses. Andrea had to gaze past him to keep herself from vomiting. Trying to sound as if she hadn't noticed his great ugliness, she said, "I am sorry, sir, for running into you. I must, however, make haste to the throne room, as I am already late and will be lashed many, many times."
"Ah, so you are a servant," the little man remarked in a high, squeaky voice. "I shall accompany you to this throne room. However, first I would like to ask your name."
Of course you would, you fastidious pig, Andrea thought to herself. In reply, she said, "My name is Andrea. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"
The man smiled widely, pleased that someone had taken an interest in knowing who he was. "My name is Sir. Aaron," he replied. "I am a knight of this court, and am currently preparing for a dangerous journey."
No need to know your life story, Andrea thought. To Sir. Aaron (who was 18, by the way), she said, "That is a good name bestowed upon a gentle man such as yourself." Sir. Aaron beamed at this, obviously pleased that he was called something other than ugly or despicable.
"Come, I shall escort you to the throne room. I would hate to see you in more trouble because of me," he said.
"Oh, how noble of you, kind sir. I would gladly go with you," she said, hiding the tone of sarcasm she so desperately wanted to employ.
They continued up the stairs, slower than Andrea had been going before. Andrea broke out in a nervous sweat at the thought of how badly she was to be punished. She considered just pushing Sir. Aaron down the staircase and racing to the throne room herself just as they reached the top step. The door to the throne room lay at the end of the hall, ominous and calm at the same time. That means that I'm going to be peacefully beaten, Andrea thought sarcastically.
They continued down the hall, just as slow as they had ascended the steps. Andrea's heart beat faster with each step she took, knowing full well that she would find Queen Rin in a bad mood. As they reached the door, the sound of a whip and crying could be heard. Andrea could hear Lady Rin shouting above the crying, yelling things like "Cry louder! LOUDER!" and "just keep on taking it! It will only be a little bit longer!" Andrea gulped before knocking on the large, wooden door. The crack of the whip stopped immediately and the door was thrust open with great force. The face of Queen Rin glared at her from the open door, anger radiating from her entire leather-clad body.
"You're late," Queen Rin whispered menacingly, her muscles tensing underneath the tight, black leather bodice she wore.
"I-I know," Andrea stammered, eying the whip in Queen Rin's hand.
"You know what happens when you're late," Lady Rin whispered, tightening her hold on the whip.
"I-I know," Andrea repeated, unable to think of anything else to say.
"'I know what?" Queen Rin asked.
"I know my Queen," Andrea answered.
"It's Empress! EMPRESS!" Queen Rin bellowed, entering a state of insanity and whipping everything around her, including herself. She finally stopped after half a minute of crazy lashing, surveying the damage she had done. Andrea had sores on her arms, a vase was broken on the floor, knocked off of a desk by the cracking whip, and Sir. Aaron had several lash marks across his pockmarked face.
"What have I done this time, mother?" Sir. Aaron cried, touching the sores on his face.
"Oh, it's you," she said, disappointment in her voice. "I thought you had died at some Tree of Beginning."
"Oh, that was last year," he replied. "Glad to see you care, though."
"Oh, it's not that I care, it's that I wished... err I mean thought you were dead," she said, catching herself midsentence. Sir. Aaron didn't seem to notice.
"Well, I am alive, and I have come with good news," he exclaimed.
"What is this news?" Lady Rin asked, rolling her eyes as she said this. "Is there also a Tree of Middle along with these other trees you have imagined?"
"Well, there might be a Tree of Middle, and I might have to save that too, but that's not my good news. I am betrothed!" he exclaimed, a glint of madness in his eyes.
"Really?" Queen Rin asked, shocked to the point of a heart attack. She sat down hard, trying to keep herself from passing out. "Someone was willing to even look you in the face?"
"I know, it's so hard to find someone that will look at such a handsome face, am I right?" Sir. Aaron replied, running his hand through his scraggly hair. Andrea rolled her eyes, wondering if Sir. Aaron was also blind.
"Umm, sure," Lady Rin replied, sarcasm dripping from her voice. "Anyway, who's the... err... lucky woman?"
"Why, it is the woman standing before you!" he replied, a smug expression on his face.
"WHAT?!?" Andrea and the queen exclaimed at the same time.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Andrea demanded.
"Why the hell would you degrade yourself?" Queen Rin wondered, speaking to Andrea.
"I'm not degrading myself mother," Sir. Aaron replied, obviously not catching on. "I saw that she was exceptionally beautiful, inferior to me, of course, and courted her for many weeks. I proposed to her only today, and she said yes. That is why she is late."
"Oh, well I guess I can forgive you then," the queen said to Andrea. "Although, I really looked forward to lashing you today." The queen licked her lips, disconcerting Andrea greatly.
Something is a little off about her, Andrea decided.
"Anyway, we need to get married before I leave for my epic journey," Sir. Aaron said.
"Of course, I shall arrange that immediately," Lady Rin replied. "I shall go now to see the castle cook and prepare a large feast tonight." With that, Queen Rin strode off, her destination and intentions quite obvious from what she just said. Seriously, if you need these two explained, then you probably shouldn't be reading this.
"I must go find my friend Archibald the badger and tell him the good news," Sir. Aaron said, leaving the room as well, thinking about this wedding that he somehow convinced himself was going to happen.
"What... What the hell just happened?" Andrea asked herself before collapsing.
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Andrea awoke the next morning, groggy from her sleep and unsure of what had happened. She slowly opened her eyes, taking in the scene around her.
She was in an exquisite room, decorated with the royal families colors, which were pink and yellow, and were chosen by Sir. Aaron himself. The family crest was draped across the wall to her right, portraying the disturbing image of a young boy being whipped. That, too, was chosen by Sir. Aaron.
She continued to take in the sights of the room, convinced that she was in the infirmary. However, a shocking sight met her eyes when she glanced to her left. There, right beside her, slept the extremely ugly Sir. Aaron.
Unprepared for such a sight, she couldn't control the first things one would do if they found such a ghastly sight beside them shortly after waking: she vomited and screamed, both at the same time.
"Bleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaach!" was the sound that came from her mouth. I can't really describe it better; It just sounded like an awfully loud vomit.
Sir. Aaron awoke with a start, and being the gallant hero he was, punched Andrea in the stomach. This stopped the screaming, but only added to the vomiting. Twenty seconds later, Andrea managed to stop the vomiting and calm down. A very dirty Sir. Aaron sat in front of her, unmoving. Anger seeped from his almost completely naked body, almost visibly. Unfortunately, Sir. Aaron's anger smelled like rotten eggs and rancid milk, so Andrea had to rely on only her mouth to breathe. Doing this barely saved her from vomiting all over Sir. Aaron again, but just barely.
"What-what's going on?" Andrea asked timidly.
"What do you mean, what's going on?" Sir. Aaron (who was covered in vomit, by the way) replied coolly. "You, my wife, just got sick all over me the morning after our wedding. I don't think I got you pregnant that fast, so you must be sick with some kind of disease."
Andrea held back expressions of shock and nausea. I-I did what with this guy? She asked herself, frightened. There's no way I could have done that with him! She felt another wave of nausea roll over her, and almost vomited all over Sir. Aaron again.
"Now, are you feeling sick?" Sir. Aaron asked doubtfully.
"Not really," Andrea replied timidly.
Sir. Aaron shook his head angrily. "Then explain yourself, wench," he sneered. "Unless you want me to bring out the whip..."
"I-I don't know," she said, trying to hide the fear and revulsion she felt. "Please, I don't think I could stop myself from vomiting again if you were to whip me!"
"Luckily for you, we don't have time to have a whipping. You need to get ready, because we're leaving for my journey today," Sir. Aaron replied gruffly. "I am going to be a great hero," he muttered to himself. "This dirty wench might get some recognition too."
Andrea was offended. She had never been called a wench but once, and that was when Queen Rin was beating her. It seemed that Lady Rin liked to scream "Cower like a dog, you wench!" while beating Andrea. She had never seen nor heard her yell this at any other servant, so she figured it was just a thing for her. However, she held back an angry reply and began absentmindedly shoving clothes into a bag Sir. Aaron had thrust to her. Before she knew it, they were leaving the castle.
A crowd had gathered at the gate they were to exit, presumably to bid them farewell. However, as they approached nearer, they heard shouts like "I hope you die like the dog you are" and "Just go drown yourself so there's no chance of you coming back." Sir. Aaron seemed encouraged by this, as he stood up straighter and beamed before his people.
"Thank you, thank you, I will try to stay safe on my journey," he yelled back the crowd, apparently interpreting the crowd's shouts in a somewhat different way. Andrea rolled her eyes and kept walking.
When they reached the gate of the castle, Sir. Aaron stopped and rose his hand. The crowd immediately became silent.
"When I have finished my task, I shall return here with my head held high and this wench at my arm," Sir. Aaron shouted, to which the crowd booed. They obviously held high hopes that he would never return.
"I already cannot wait to see this kingdom once more. Maybe I shall even be king when I return!" he exclaimed, his eyes glinting his signature glint. At this, the crowd booed even louder, some even going as far as throwing tomatoes at him. "No need to worry," he yelled. "We already have plenty of food."
He just doesn't get it, Andrea thought, sighing to herself. What a special snowflake this one is.
They left the castle and followed the winding road north until they came upon an orchard. It had the look of an ordinary orchard, but Sir. Aaron insisted that there was something called the Tree of Ending here. It was this tree that Sir. Aaron was trying to find, that he had come on this mission for. But, for some reason, he seemed to think that such an extraordinary tree would be in an ordinary garden.
"Why do you think that this extraordinary tree would be in this ordinary garden?" Andrea asked.
"Because the Tree of Beginning was in an orchard," Sir. Aaron replied.
"Can you describe this orchard?" Andrea inquired.
"Well," Sir. Aaron began, "it was on top of this hill, surrounded by other trees."
"Was there a fence?" Andrea interjected.
"No, but there were other trees," Sir. Aaron said dimly.
"That could be a forest..." Andrea muttered.
However, at that exact moment, Sir. Aaron exclaimed, "Look! It's the Tree of Ending!"
Andrea looked to where Sir. Aaron was pointing and saw a tall tree, casting its shadow across the rest of the orchard. Andrea rolled her eyes and said, "that looks like a normal tree. Are you sure that it is the Tree of Ending?"
"I'm positive," Sir. Aaron replied. "Look at the marks on its trunk! Those must be ancient symbols!" Andrea didn't see anything special about the marks, but decided to entertain Sir. Aaron.
"Okay, so what do you do now?" Andrea asked quizzically.
"Well, you see, I have this thing called the Aura," he began. "It lets me save stuff. It took me a long time to master how to use it. I had to start off with small Pokemon. You know, Rattatas and Pidgeys and whatnot. I quickly moved up the food chain, to where I could save any dying Pokemon. But, if I am not careful, then I could easily die."
"Wait, I can do something like that too!" Andrea cried. "I never knew what it was though! Is there a way to test whether one has the aura or not?"
"Yes, I have only to kiss you to see," Sir. Aaron replied. "If you want, then I can try to see if you possess the aura."
Andrea was torn between saying yes and no, both for obvious reasons. If I kiss him, she thought, then I might lose my lunch. But if I don't, then I might not ever find out if I have this aura thing. She sighed after a moment of thinking. "I suppose you can check."
Sir. Aaron eagerly bent forward, closing his eyes and puckering his lips. Andrea fought the urge to vomit all over him again and did likewise. Their lips touched, and almost immediately Sir. Aaron tried to shove his tongue down her throat. Andrea pushed him away, disgusted.
"So what," she fumed, wiping her lips. "Do I have this aura or not?"
"Oh, I just wanted to kiss you," he replied. "To figure out if you have the aura, I only need extend my aura to you."
"I can't believe this," Andrea muttered angrily. "How did I fall for such a stupid trick?" To Sir. Aaron, she said, "then extend your damned aura, and do it quickly."
"My pleasure," Sir. Aaron replied. At that moment, a thread of blue light connected Sir. Aaron and Andrea together, enveloping both of their bodies and linking them in a mental sort of way. After a moment of concentration, Sir. Aaron broke the connection.
"So?" asked Andrea.
"You have the aura," Sir. Aaron said, a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"So what now?" Andrea asked curiously.
"I cannot let anyone know that you have the aura," he said. "If they do, then I shall not become the legend that I am supposed to be!"
"How do you plan on doing that?" Andrea asked, her eyes narrowing.
"I'll have to use my aura to save this tree before you can!" Sir. Aaron exclaimed.
"I really don't want to save it," Andrea said honestly. "Even if it were the Tree of Ending. I would aid it in its death by lighting it on fire and roasting marshmallows over it."
"But Mew needs the Tree of Ending!" Sir. Aaron exclaimed. "Mew!"
"What the hell is a Mew?" Andrea asked skeptically.
"I don't know, it just sounds like something that needs saved. Now out of my way!" Sir. Aaron commanded, and ran towards the "dying" tree.
"What are you doing?" Andrea yelled after him. Oh well, its his problem if he dies or something.
"I am here to save you Mew!" he said as he approached the tree. To Andrea, he said, "The chances of survival are very low, so if I die, I need you to tell stories about my valiant efforts today. Please, promise me this."
"Umm, sure?" Andrea said sarcastically. Sir. Aaron took this as a definite yes and focused on the tree.
"Okay, big guy, time to save your ass," he said aloud, rolling up his sleeves. All of a sudden, Sir. Aaron became outlined in blue. He glowed bright as he concentrated, and soon the blue aura moved toward the tree. It touched the tree, but nothing seemed to happen. Confused, Sir. Aaron concentrated harder until the area around him glowed bright blue. Still, nothing happened to the tree. With no more energy left in his body, he collapsed. Andrea walked slowly to him, hoping he would be dead before she got there. Unfortunately, he wasn't.
"Andrea, my wench," he whispered. "You always were the dearest of my thirteen slave wifes."
"Thirteen?!?" Andrea asked incredulously.
"Yes... But I loved you the most of those thirteen. Please, take my body and hold a proper funeral for me at Cameron Palace," Sir. Aaron requested.
"Why the hell would I do that?" Andrea asked.
"Because you love me," he replied, still convinced that the story he had told his mother was true.
"What gave you that ****ing idea?" she asked angrily. "You know what, bite me. I'm not taking your damned body back to the palace." Then, not wanting to hear his answer, she walked away, leaving him to die. (His death was painful, by the way. He squeeled like a pig the entire time. What a wimp he was.)
"Serves that bastard right," she muttered angrily. "I hope that ******* burns in hell for all eternity."
She made her way back to the palace and told Queen Rin what had happened. Queen Rin, out of extreme happiness, allowed Andrea to whip her for half an hour. While whipping Queen Rin, Andrea realized that she really did like women more than men, especially more than Sir. Aaron. So, a month later, Andrea and Queen Rin married each other and lived happily ever after, whipping each other at least once an hour until they died.
Signed, Girly-man Maverick

 

[Blue Angel]

Lol!
"Special Snowflake..."
Now where have a heard that before... ^^

I saw no grammatical errors. I did find one error, but I don't know what category it would fit under.

The paragraphs(2nd Paragraph and first sentence of the 3rd) about the stairs were a bit awkward though.
You used "stairs" about twice in every sentence. Try a different word to make it less monotonous.
For example: steps, or even staircase.
Change is good, remember that.

Good night! I'm tired ;)

 

[daydreambeliever]

I don't get it... Whats it meant to be about?

I believe you could have extend the story longer.

 

[Post Office Buddy]

Thanks, Blue Angel. Unfortunately, I have always had problems with repetitive wording. I am glad that you pointed that out, since I usually need some direction in that regard. I shall fix that right away.

To Daydreambeliever: It's about Sir. Aaron rescuing the Tree of Ending and falling in love with a wench. Wasn't it romantic?

Oh, and I rushed the end because it was pointless to drag it out. I didn't want to put everyone through that kind of torture.

 

[Ekeshum]

okay dude yo I like your story... except the thing about Aaron being so ugly, cuz' that's a downright lie!!!! Course, normallly I would go further, but I have a boyfriend now... (hehe) so I can't really defdnd Aaron anymore...

 

[Post Office Buddy]

Lol, so what part did you like most? I personally liked the death of Sir. Aaron and the subsequent events. I felt I captured the personality of Andrea quite well there.

Anyway, when I re-read this, I realized that I had forgotten to bring Archibald back into the story. However, I am not going to revise and add him back in. Rather, I may or may not do a sequel to this work of art where this mysterious Archibald will play a larger role. Before I begin this hypothetical sequel, I would first need a title. Many weigh upon my heart at this moment, but none will make people fall out of their desk chairs with laughter upon sight. So, before I can even begin this sequel, if it will even happen, I must seek out a title that will both catch a reader's eye and, at the same time, make them weak with laughter XD

 

[JX Valentine]

First off, my urge to MST3K has suddenly bubbled up, so I hope you don't mind if I add to the snark that's probably already here.

Also, you know, I'm heavily surprised you didn't have Queen Rin be unusually enthusiastic about being involved with the affairs of her prized servant. Or randomly be called Lady every so often, despite being a queen.

Oh, I'm a terrible, terrible person for saying that aloud.

I also can't help but point this out:

just as slow as they had ascended the steps.

Slowly for adverb love?

On other random notes:

Andrea could hear Queen Rin shouting above the crying, yelling things like "Cry louder! LOUDER!" and "just keep on taking it! It will only be a little bit longer!"

That's hot.

The face of Queen Rin glared at her from the open door, anger radiating from her entire body.

But is she in black leather?

"I know, my Queen," Andrea answered.

If you remove the comma, that would make this hotter, but of course, it'd also completely change the meaning of this sentence. Although you may still want to consider it because the entire whip thing makes me think you'd intend that.

Also, if you're going with straight parody of what I think you're going for, then you should totally consider getting rid of line breaks between every line of dialogue. Or making the speaker be incredibly ambiguous by interrupting the quote with random sentences about some other person.

Of course, you'd also need significantly less description.

"Why, it is the woman standing before you!" he replied, a smug expression on his face.

"In my country, ramming into people means you want to marry them because it's like sex with clothes on!"

"I must go find my friend Archibald and tell him the good news,"

But wait! Sir Aaron isn't supposed to have friends! Clearly, the only person he can ever interact with is Mary Sue the main love interest!

The family crest was draped across the wall to her right, portraying the disturbing image of a young boy being whipped.

Kinky.

Unprepared for such a sight, she couldn't control the first things one would do if they found such a ghastly sight beside them shortly after waking: she vomited and screamed, both at the same time.

You know, if you did this in real life, you'd probably choke or drown on your own vomit because of the need to inhale in order to scream.

But I'm clearly not suggesting an alternate way to end a Sue parody.

It seemed that Queen Rin liked to scream "Cower like a dog, you wench!" while beating Andrea.

I repeat: that's hot.

"Well, you see, I have this thing called the Aura," he began. "It lets me save stuff.

*dies*

Queen Rin, out of extreme happiness, allowed Andrea to whip her for half an hour. While whipping Queen Rin, Andrea realized that she really did like women more than men, especially more than Sir. Aaron. So, a month later, Andrea and Queen Rin married each other and lived happily ever after, whipping each other at least once an hour until they died.

That's also very hot. In fact, to emphasize how hot I think this is, I'd like to quote Jayne Cobb from Firefly in response to this:

Oh, and I rushed the end because it was pointless to drag it out. I didn't want to put everyone through that kind of torture.

"I could stand to hear a little more."



Anyway, yeah, there were a few more odd grammatical mistakes here and there, but since this is primarily a parody – one that's parodying a genre of fics that's generally badly written anyway – I just took it as trying to fit in with the rest of the group.

Needs more angsting though, but I'd say you made up for it with the whipping. And the thinly veiled snark that made me smile so very much because I'm also a fairly spiteful person.

In other words, well played.

 

[Post Office Buddy]

Man, I can't believe I forgot the black leather. I will have to revise this more. You made me realize that I missed a few things I meant to add in. However, I don't think that I will take out the description, as I kind of want to keep my general voice in the background.

Oh, and again you have made my day. Reading your review has eased my mood considerably :)

 

[An-chan]

After reading certain something for past days, you really had me amused with this one :laugh: I think you could've gotten more humour out of some things (you know, in the end, Andrea never learned she had the aura, too), but generally you seemed to have parodized everything that begged for it. I've read this, like, twice or something by now, so that should tell I thought it was funny...

With that, Queen Rin strode off, her destination and intentions quite obvious from what she just said. Seriously, if you need these two explained, then you probably shouldn't be reading this.

I expecially thought that was funny, but I don't really know why...

I really would've liked to know more about this Archibald guy. Is he some blind, deaf and mute prisoner of Rin's or something? Why is he friends with Sir Aaron?

Also: did Andrea and Queen Rin wake up at nights to whip each other once an hour? I would assume they didn't live long, then... By the way, Queen Rin, with all her whipping, reminds me of Franziska von Karma from Ace Attorney -games. She likes to whip everyone and everything, too. Weird for such a "clean" game.

Anyhow, I liked it and I think you should parodize some other genres, too. They're begging for it, you know... Whip them with their own foolishness!

Edit: Oh, those "by the way"s just cracked me up, and the "Lady Rin" in the middle.... And the Tree of the Middle... Ahh... But Andrea still never learned how to use aura. Also, there was no Mew. Did it die at the Tree of Beginning?
Anyway, I laughed out loud... trice? Or four times? I don't remember, but it's pretty well for such a short fic that I've read two times before. Either I'm easy to entertain or you're one hell of a writer. Frankly, I'd say it's the latter.

 

[Post Office Buddy]

Lol, you all make me smile. I revised it again, adding Mew in and giving Andrea the aura. I think I did a good job splicing it in, but I can't be entirely sure. I just hope I didn't do a crappy job of it...

Anyway, I feel honored that you should think of me as a good writer. I am also proud of the fact that you have read it more than once. One thing I really try to do as a writer is create re-readability. I am happy that, for at least one person, I have succeeded.

 

[An-chan]

LOL.

I think that is all that needs to be said. I have nothing to add. That's all. LOL.

And what are you talking about that re-readability? Of course this has some, if you change it every damn time I turn my back :laugh: It would have some even if you didn't, though. I just thought it was funny. I believe this was now the fourth time I read this, and also the third version. Oh, and by the way, I laughed out loud again ^-^

 

[Ekeshum]

hmmmmmm why do u hate Sir. Aaron? I guess my favorite part was the ending... dide you have a strange mind, I gotta tell you that! Also, where have I heard the term 'special snowflake?' lol i wonder...

 

[Post Office Buddy]

It's not that I hate Sir. Aaron. I really made him the way he is for the sake of a parody. I do have to admit, though, that I really did have fun turning him into an ugly, despicable man.

Lol, if you think this shows that I have a strange mind, then you haven't seen anything yet... Do I smell another parody sometime in the near future?

 

[RedJ]

....really? I would hate to see the actual fic of this, and I know who wrote the original. Not gonna name names, you know who you are. But I have a feeling that if I saw the original, I would be so utterly pissed the size of my reply to it would blow up the server. I happen to be a big fan of movie 8, and judging by this parody...I'm just gonna shut up now.

Oh, I forgot- nice job xD

 

[Astinus]

Closed for bumpage and on author's request.

Whoo.