The Rufus Show!
Sometimes you just wish you were dead...this is one of those times...
Rufus: *waves* Hello, Angie worships me so much she gave me my own section! *dashing smile*
Angie: Not quite, Rufus. You wouldn't shut up. You kept complaining about the Turks having their own section...
Rufus: Er...not quite, you're just confused...
Angie: No...I remember you almost started cr...
Rufus: *slaps hand over her mouth* What is this women talking about? She must obviously be thinking of a weaker less amazing Rufus. *pats her on the head* It's okay, I know you want everyone to be like me...
Angie: *takes hand off mouth* Fine, just remember you have to interview him for your first episode. *grins evily and walks away*.
Rufus: *sweatdrops* Er...alright...um Reeve! Do the interview!
Reeve: But, Rufus...Angie told me to make sure you did it. This is *your* show...
Rufus: Silence, slave! I am your master, do what I say. Since this is the Rufus show...Whatever I say is law. Just like everywhere else. *grins and walks out*.
Reeve: Erm...alright, Rufus. Uh...Sephiroth, could ya come in?
(Sephiroth comes strutting, clad in his usual leather get up, the masamune in tow. The Applause cue blinks, but since there is no one there...silence ensues.)
Sephiroth: *sits down* What do you want, Rive?
Reeve: Erm...that would be Reeve, Mr. Sephiroth.
Sephiroth: Right, Rive, just what I said.
Reeve: Whatever you say...*ahem*Alright, I'm supposed to ask you questions...
Seph: Then why the hell aren't you?!
Reeve: Er...well, I'm getting to that. Alright, Mr. Sephiroth, erm...*looks at papers with a frightened look*...
Seph: What is it, loser? Just ask the stupid questions...this is so boring!
Reeve: I...I can't.
Seph: Why the hell not?
Reeve: Angie wrote them...
Seph: So? What does that have to do with anything?
Reeve: Alright, then...here I go. Sephiroth, if you had to date one of the guys *except Vincent* who would it be?
Seph: WHAT?!?! I refuse to answer that! It's against my morals as the planet to have any relationship whatsoever...*sweatdrops*
Reeve: Well...er...Sephiroth, you did agree to do the interview.
Seph: Do you want my sword to agree with your face? Ask me a normal question, Rive.
Reeve: *sweatdrops* Well...alright, uh...umm...What's your name?
Seph: Are you retarded?
Reeve: No...
Seph: Sure could have fooled me...
Reeve: The why don't you think up a better question?
Seph: Baka! This is *your* interview! Your supposed to ask *me* the question, *I'm* supposed to answer them...
Reeve: Sorry, I'm not used to stuff like this. Alright, how about...Who do you like in the Back Room?
Seph: *shifts uncomfortably* That's a stupid question...next...
Reeve: How am I supposed to interview you if you won't answer any questions?
Seph: You're asking stupid and pointless questions. The great Sephiroth has better things to do than this...*gets up and runs out*
Reeve: Ergh...well that didn't go too well...
(The stage door opens and Rufus comes back in with a coke in one hand and a sandwich in the other.)
Rufus: Well...that went well...
Reeve: *throws hands up into the air and storms out*
Rufus: What?
Get the hell outa here!!