Disclaimer: The term 'Jackie Chan Appreciation Society' doesn't belong to me. For all I know, there could be a real version out there - so please don't sue me if you run it. Jackie Chan doesn't belong to me either, as much as I'd like him too.

B = Beth

D = Danielle

T = Tanya

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D: I hereby call this inaugural meeting of the JCAS to order.

B: JCAS?

D: Duh. The Jackie Chan Appreciation Society.

B: Oh.

D: Now, as president-

T: How come you get to be president?

D: I'm the tallest.

B: So?

D: Don't argue with me, I'm not feeling well.

T: So?

D: Oh for Christ's sake! Look, I came up with the idea, I get to be president.

B: I reckon we should have a vote.

D: No. Now look, are we going to vote in some officers or what?

T: I suppose so.

D: Right, who's got the neatest handwriting.

B & D: Tanya.

D: Who's the best with money?

B&D: Tanya.

D: Tanya, you're officially secretary and treasurer. Here are your official minutes books and matching calculator.

T: Gee, thanks. I feel so honoured.

D: Don't be sarcastic… Beth, stop drooling on the holy poster.

B: Why?

D: Because I haven't had it laminated and framed yet. You'll ruin it.

B: Oh, okay.

D: Right, first item on the agenda is the development of a secret handshake, hereafter to be known as 'the sign of the dragon.'

T: Huh? Sign of the what?

D: 'Sign of the Dragon.'

B: What the hell do we need a secret handshake for?

D: To identify other members.

B: Danielle, honey, there're only three of us. And we all live within a ten-metre radius.

D: Well, I'm hoping that we'll get more. Besides, I think it'd be fun.

T: You're strange.

D: So are you.

B: Okay, so what are we going to make this secret handshake… thing?

D: I was thinking something like this…

B: Okay, now I think you're strange.

D: And it took you this long to figure it out?

B: I was being polite.

T: We cannot use that as a secret handshake.

D: Why not? I spent a whole half an hour coming up with that one.

T: For starters, I don't think I can do that arm-swinging thing without taking someone's head off.

D: I suppose we could tone it down a bit.

B: A bit? Don't you mean a lot?

D: Well, fine, you come up with something better!

B: We could always do… Achoo!

D: What, sneeze? Hey, Tanya could do that one well, but she'd be shaking hands with everyone.

T: Oh, you're so not funny.

D: I try my best.

B: What I was going to say before that piece of dust interrupted me, is that we could do this...

T: Uh… right.

D: And you thought my version was silly.

B: At least it's a bit less obvious.

T: And doing a silly dance isn't going to scream "Nutbag" from fifty paces?

B: Well you could always come up with something.

T: Okay then… How about this?

D: I am not karate chopping someone.

T: You wanted to kick them ten seconds ago!

D: Fake kick!

T: Fake karate chop!

B: I thought he did Kung Fu.

T: Fake Kung Fu chop then!

D: *snigger*

B: Oh, you would think that's funny.

D: It sounded like "Fay Kun Foo chop."

T: I've got a cold!

D: I know, you gave it to me!

T: Did not!

D: Did so!

B: KIDS!

T&D: What?!

B: Shut up before I real Kung Fu chop you both.

D: You'd have to catch me first.

B: Don't bet on it.

T: Uh, guys.

D: Yo!

B: What?

T: It's nine o'clock.

B: So?

T: Bacon.

B: Argh!

D: I hereby declare this meeting closed! Grub's up!

T: Yeah!

B: I'll race ya D!

D: You're on!