JC: Get me a beer.
Lance: Chris come here.
Chris: *walks over* What do you want?
Lance: Go get him a beer.
Chris: But I always get the beer.
Lance: Joey just bought a new football, um, thing, it's in the garage.
Chris: Football....OH I just had an orgasm *runs to the garage all hot and bothered.*
JC: Ugh, and I thought Joey was bad.
::Chris looks around and doesn't find anything football related and the door slams::
Chris: *turns around* Huh?
::A person in a scary suit comes up behind him and raises a knife to Chris::
Chris: *turns around and screams like a little girl and runs to the doggy door and tries to go through
it, but he only gets part way through it*
Scary dude: *turns the garage door on and Chris is decapitated*
::Back in the house::
JC: *comes out of the bathroom* I wonder what's taking Chris so long.
Joey: Who cares! Let's just enjoy the moment.
JC: I better go check on him *straightens his jacket and walks out to the garage and sees Chris
hanging there. Trying not to barf, JC runs back to Joey and Lance to tell them what he's found. *He
starts to cry* Guys, Chris is DEAD! I saw him just hanging there...
Lance & Joey: *they grin evily*
JC: Why are you guys doing that?
Lance & Joey:*they look at each other and laugh*
Lance: What's not to smile abaut? Justin is dead, Chris is dead, and soon you will be too. *He raises an
antique gun* Hey, you like my gun? It's an antique, I really do collect these like BOP reported, but
hey, why am I telling you that, cause you already knew, cause you know EVERYTHING!
JC: Joey, please help me...
Joey: Help you, Help you? You want me to help you? Why , so you can steal more of my solos? I don't
think so.
JC: *crying now* Why would you do something like this?
Lance: BECAUSE! I'm a horseback ridin', porch lovin', buck toothed MISSI-FUCKING-SIPPI boy.
Wait, think about this, what would youdo if people were constantly saying you looked gay, you can't
dance, and that you have sex with Joey? YOU WOULD WANT TO KILL PEOPLE TOO!
Joey: *looks at Lance* But those are all true.
Lance: THAT'S NOT THE POINT!
JC: What's your motive Joey?
Joey: My motive? Lance said he would give me a blow job later.
JC: Uh, nevermind.
Lance: OH THIS IS A SCREAM! YOUR GANNA LOVE THIS ONE! Joey..*snaps his fingers*
::Joey goes into a spare room and comes back with a beat up fat blonde boy::
JC: OH MY GOD! You've kidnapped Nick Carter!
Lance: Picture this: Nick realizes he isn't the number one sex symbol in America, he snaps, killing
all the members in *NSYNC, except, of course, me and Joey.
Joey: Being the stupid idiot he is, he forgot we were in the group too, actually, most people tent to
forget that.
Lance: Then, the reality of what he has done hits him, and he kills himself. It's perfect!
JC: Yeah except...Hey, what's Topanga doing here?
Lance: *turns around*
JC: *kicks the gun out of his hand and grabs it. Shoots Joey in the head*
Joey: *Lands face first into a cake*
JC & Lance: *they struggle with each other*
Nick: *pisses his pants for the 6th time*
JC: *Tips the fridge over onto Lance, crushing him, and unties Nick*
Nick: *hugs JC* Your my hero!
JC: *pushes him away* Back the fuck up *brushes himself off* Now I can persue my solo career.
THE END!!!
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