Joey: Food , food I want food!!
Lance: Jeepers Joey!! I'm not a machine... I mean I just got my nails done!! *flicks his head in disgust*
*Chris enters with JC who is talking in his sleep*
Chris: Shut up stupid!! See what ya'll did? You made J.C get up!! Before noon!!!
JC: *in his sleep* I need my crack, I got to have some crack.
Chris: *waking up JC* JC, did you just say you need some crack??
JC: Huh? *wide awake* ummm no..... um where's the coffee? Yeah, got to have coffee.
Chris: Whatever JC everyone knows.. *glancing at Lance* Oh yeah Lance!! You look terrific!
Lance: Yeah! I love this shade of pink it just goes with the new nail polish I tried.
Chris: Ummm... Lance...? You're not a girl.....
Lance: What do you... I mean.. I was just kidding!!
Joey: I want food, food food!! Feed me woman! I mean.. Lance!
* Justin enters the kitchen angry*
JC: *singing*:Here we go, one more time. Justin isn't feeling fine! Pass the Apple Jacks!.... Hey... that was actually good!
Chris: Shut your mouth JC!! Haven't you stolen enough of my solos!!
JC: At least I have a nice voice and adoring fans!!
Chris: Well, I'm not on drugs and don't sleep all day and drink gallons of coffee.
JC: Oh yeah! Well, I have hair not thanks to Rogaine! And, at least I'm young enough to remember where I put my Viagra!!.. Not that I need Viagra or anything.....
Chris: *sticking out his tongue and whining* I can do backflips and dance properly unlike people who look like they're having seizures when they dance!!
*This goes back and forth for about 10 minutes until Lance speaks*
Lance:
*The table is layed with goodies from waffles to muffins,bananas to oranges, orange juice to coffee. Everyone digs in except Justin who has just finished his bowl of Apple Jacks... and JC eats nothing, of course.*
Justin: Wassup homies on dis fine mornin.? Ah look pretty good, right? Ah look cute right??
Chris: Cool
JC:*snore*
Lance: Huh? Umm.....Cuz i'm from Mississippi?
Justin: Yo Lance you be trippin' as usual.. Yo Joey! Wassup dawg?
Joey: *With food in mouth* Mmghfrr (translated: nothing)
Chris: The breakfast was lovely Mrs. Bass.. hehehe
Lance: Why thank you young man. (young?!?)
JC: *Awake again* So, what ya'll up to today?
Chris: I have an appointment with my stylist.
Joey: I'm goin' to that new restaurant on 53rd street.
JC, Chris & Lance: For the whole day?!?
Joey: Yeah, duh.. it's an all you can eat buffet.
Chris: Well, I think they'll be closed down in an hour if you go.
Justin: Well. Ah am goin' cruisin' in Da Benz for sum fly hunnies, then I gots to do my highlights for my date tonight!! Ah am one busy brutha...
Joey: I bet it's with Britney!!
Justin: Nah, dawg nah, don't be dissin' me! Ah don't play like dat.
Lance: Well, I need to pluck my eyebrows, they're all grown in. Oh yeah... and then I have to call Danielle and beg her to get back with me. And, ask her to drop that restraining order....
Chris: What about you JC?
JC: *Half asleep again* I need to contact my dealer I'm out of stuff.
*everyone stares at him wide eyed*
JC: *Snapping back into reality* Ummm...I said I need to contact my cleaners.... I'm umm.....out of shirts!! Yep, that's it.
Justin: *chuckling* Yeah right.. whateva homes.. We know what game ya playin' man! But I'm fixin ta bounce.. peace! Catch ya'll lata..
Lance: Ok, Justin. You have a good time and don't get into any trouble.. cuz I'm from Mississippi and we don't......
JC, Chris, and Joey: Wait up Justin!!!! Don't leave us here with HIM!
*All the others chase JuJu out to "Da Benz"*
Lance: Tsk, tsk. Lookie at this mess! I'll get to it later...
*Lance starts whistling "I Will Survive" and sits at the table alone to finish his breakfast and read his Good Housekeeping*