:::Justin and Lance::::

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I walk into the padded room w/ a video camera in hand, unsure about what is about to go down. I look towards the center if the room to see three chairs and an intercom.

What the hell? I think to myself, this sure doesn t look like a free *NSYNC give away. I walk over towards the intercom located on the far wall and ask,

Hey what gives? Then in walks Justin Timberlake and following to close behind him is Lance Bass.

What is this the consolation prize? The door then locks behind the two and I begin to scream.

Yo Bitch be all shuttin up! Justin says grabbing my shoulders and shaking me.

Let go, moron. I say pushing him off of me. I then go and sit down in the chair farthest away from Justin (which still isn t far enough) Lance the buddies up next to Justin,

What is this some kind of cruel and unusual punishment? I ask sarcastically.

Yo bitch you best be watching yo yo yo yo yo... Justin stutters.

Lance hit him for me! I ask. Lance then looks and Justin and ask, Hey what s your sign? Do you come here often? Lance then try s to coup a cheap feel.

I said hit him not hit ON him!

YoSELF! Justin finally spits it out.

Good! I say applauding Justin. I get up and set up my video camera and focus it towards the two of them.

Yo ho what you be needin dat sh*t for? Justin ask, blackly.

What...are you talking? I ask. I then walk over to the intercom,

Hello? I shout

Yes?!? A voice replies back, annoyed.

Yeah do you think I could possibly, for the love of god, get some ear plugs in here? Justin then says something dumb,

A lot of earplugs! I add.

Yo foo what you be all needin ear plugs for?

YOU! I say bluntly.

Yo foo you betta be given props to me, I be da fattest click up on dis scene!

No you would be one person and the most annoying up on dis scene. God! How can they stand being around you, and WHY I ask Why does Lance want you? I ask pointing to Lance who is looking lovingly at Justin.

Yo Lance aint be wantin none of dis!

Right, is that why Lance is breathing down your neck?

I wish it were his hot... Lance says then I interrupt,

Stop right there...I am not even gonna let you touch that matter, no pun intended. Yeah you are right Justin Lance got nothing for you. I then press the intercom button again and ask,

Earplugs? Yeah where are they? They then push the earplugs under the door. I run and pick them up putting them in my ears. Then I just sit back relax and record. Realizing that I am bored out of my mind, I walk over to the intercom for the third time and ask,

How much longer is this torture gonna go on?

24 hours. The voice says.

Ok and its been what, 23 in a half hours?

No try twenty three minutes.

God damn I think to myself, what did I do to deserve this?

Yo bitch, what you be thinking about? Dat you d be wantin my fine ass black body huh?

You know what Justin you read my WHITE MIND kinda like YOURS!

Yo foo you best check yoself before yo be all going and reckon yoself!

Wow! I say in amazement, Why are you gonna bust a cap Justin?

Yeah bitch I be cappin yo white ass!

Justin I thought we have already been threw this on the island (which is another story I will type soon :)...

Yeah that s when you walked in on me wearing my coconut bra! Lance says nearly going to tears, then focuses his attention back to Justin.

...capping means killing not literally taking a cap and throwing it at me!

Can I run my hands threw your blonde luscious curly hair? Lance ask passionately.

Careful it might fall out, he has bleached it so many times! I say amused.

Yo foo I aint be bleachin my hair, it all be fine and all mine, natural bitch!

Ya...no because you have brown roots. Brown roots plus blonde tips equal BLEACHED HAIR! Justin then sits back and pouts. Lance trying to be smooth attempts to cop a feel, Justin then slaps his hand away and says,

And no you may not touch my blonde curly hair!

What was that normal talk I just heard? Is it possible?

Yo bitch I be black!

Oh yeah thanks I forgot seeing of how I always have to remind you that you are WHITE! We all then sit back and look at each other Lance then says,

Hey can you go to the corner me and Justin want to... Justin cuts Lance off,

We wanna what Bitch? Beat box? Damn straight!

Well it has something to do w/ beating but not a box!

Ya, you two have fun I am just going to find a sharp object to kill myself w/. Seeing of how you Justin think you are a race in which you are not and you Lance just cant even...

Get a what what? Justin interrupts.

To that would be Can I get a what what? ...and Lance you just cant come out (no pun intended) and

say that you are gay!

Yo bitch dat aint be all call and what eva, I be givin yo ass da silent treatment.

Damn! Because I SO wanted to talk to you! I then sit back and record. I then notice a light flicker and think to myself, damn when is Lance gonna get his mack on?

Yo Lance be all askin her what she be needin dat damn video camera for.

Hey, what do you need that camcorder for? Justin wants to know.

Yo bitch you be askin her now how I told you to ask her.

You wanna know why Justin?

A Hell Nay!

Then why did you ask?

Yo did be a trick question? I shake my head in pity and walk over to the intercom yet again.

Yeah you think I could possibly get some cold air in here, a.k.a. a fan its...

A hard knock life! Justin interrupts yet again.

God for once will you just shut the hell up! But at least you got the words right. I walk away from the intercom. Noticing that the video has stopped recording I put in another tape. It has been three hours know and it feels like an eternity. Deciding the time might pass a little faster, I decide to fall asleep without my fan. I curl up in the corner and fall asleep.

Yo bitch be waken up or somen! Justin says kicking me in the side. I slowly awake myself to see Justin standing over head saying,

Yo man Lance I think she be dead yo! I just shake my head in pity. I stand up and walk towards the chair where their is know a pitcher of water and three plastic cups. I poor a cup of water and tauntingly to Justin I say,

Look Justin the cup is black! He looks at me w/ bug eyes. I put the cup over my face and start to make it talk. Justin gets so caught up in the moment that he forgets that he is looking like an idiot beat boxing w/ a cup. Justin then starts to break dance and I fall out. I then empty the cup and throw it at Justin s head, ,/P> Yo bitch dat kinda be all hurtin!

I guess he didn t like you, he realized out that you are white! Justin then throws his hand (Like in the I Drive Myself Crazy video) and walks towards the intercom.

Yo can we be gettin some music up in dis crunk crib? At that time I look at Justin and scream,

NOOOOOOOOOOOO! Justin looks at me and says,

Yo bitch be shutin your white ass up! I aint foolin aroun w/ you bitch, I WILL pop a cap in yo white ass foo. So just shut yo white ass up yo silly ho! I stare at Justin blankly and realize how much of a moron he truly is.

Do you think you emphasized the word white enough times in that sentence ? If that s what you would call it? Justin then gradually walks up to me and ask,

Yo bitch you wanna be takin this crunk fight outside?

Yeah you know what, I would like that, oh but to bad we cant you jackass we are locked in here for 24 hours! If I could have escaped don t you think I would have already? Lance before long walks up to join are argument.

Hey don t hurt my Justin Poo, I don t want his pretty face to get all scratched up. After that disturbing comment I back away from Lance and ask, Was I the only one who heard that? Yo hoe be hearin what? That answers my question. Not being able to take any of this much longer I start to crawl around the room looking for some sort of trap door. Successfully I find one hidden in the lower wall. I crawl inside and there to my surprise is the rest of N Sync. Puzzled I ask, What the heck? We had to go threw the same thing. Oddly enough you withstood it longer. Congratulations! So, how do we get out of here? I ask We do not know yet...but we will...hopefully I thank the genius who wrote this...it wasn't me. Angel and Heather is like Will Smith, the stuff is good, but we didn't write it. Toodle-loo!

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