(Skeletor enters Horror Hall)
Shadow Weaver: *#@^ Skeletor, what the hell are you doing here?!
Skeletor: This is another one of those cheesy cross-overs they use to get the ratings up.
Shadow Weaver: Wasn't that supposed to be next week?
Skeletor: Yeah, but it turns out it'd be on the same day the Hercules/Xena crossover.
Shadow Weaver: Yes, it is true people would rather see a lesbian and a steroid taking maniac fighting.
Skeletor: How did you know about Evil-Lyn and I fighting?
Shadow Weaver: Uh... what?
Skeletor: Oh, eh, nothing! *pulls out a smoke*
Shadow Weaver: Damn, they'd better give me that raise for putting up with you!
Skeletor: *smoking* Whaddaya gonna do? Anyway, this show has to last half an hour, so we'd better come up with some sort of plot. They should put more of those commercials on, this gets boring after the first season.
Shadow Weaver: That's just because you're a lazy bastard. And due to the commercials, it goes for about twenty-five minutes. Less if there's a newsflash.
Skeletor: Blast those infernal commercial breaks!
Shadow Weaver: Wern't you just saying-
Skeletor: I've got it! Let's declare war on the ads! Mattel will go first after they made that pathetic action figure of me! (pulls out a pathetic little plastic Skeletor ALL the wrong colours)
Shadow Weaver: At least you had one made, bone-balls!
Skeletor: That's a new one!
Shadow Weaver: God. (turns her back on him)
Skeletor: Where the hell do you think you're going?
Shadow Weaver: To kill the producers, then maybe get drunk. You keep 'em entertained.
Skeletor: Me?! What about your pay-rise? And MY pay-rise?
Shadow Weaver: What do you think I'll do once I bash the producers sensless, you doric?
Skeletor: Oh. Okay. You will bring me MY part of the moola, right?
Shadow Weaver: Oh, *of course* I will, Skeletor! *laughs*
Skeletor: What was that laugh for?
Shadow Weaver: What laugh?
Skeletor: You laughed at the end of that last line, I think you're up to something!
Shadow Weaver: I laughed?
Skeletor: Didn't you?
Shadow Weaver: Wha?
Skeletor: *lower lip trembels* Waaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!! *cries*
Shadow Weaver: And THIS boys and girls is the result of having your head stuck up your ass for three whole seasons!
Skeletor: *in whiney voice through tears* But at least that's longer than yoooooooooou!
Shadow Weaver: Shut up, do something funny for the camara.
Skeletor: *drops pants*
Shadow Weaver: *cringe* That's it, I'm outta here!(leaves)
(after a killing spree, Shadow Weaver is summoned by Hordak, who is sitting on his fat ass pushing buttons on his throne as usual. She poofs up next to him sucking on a beer)
Shadow Weaver: What the *$@&^ do you want?!
Hordak: Hey! You can't talk to me like that, I can take away your powers!
Shadow Weaver: Whatever. *is quite drunk* So... what have you been doing lately?
Hordak: Well, I've just been trying to take over- hey, you can't talk to me like that! I can-
Shadow Weaver: Take away my powers, I know. Can you give me a ride back to The Fright Zone? *passes out across his lap*
Hordak: *raves on and on and on about how he can take away her powers even though no-one around him really cares*
Skeletor: *is still standing with his pants dropped in front of the camara* Is anyone out there still watching? *scratches himself and we all turn away*
(the next day)
Shadow Weaver: *wakes up in her bed (HER bed, people!) with an extreme hangover and wearing nothing but a leather belt* Damn it. *tries to recall what happened last night, but can only remember watching six male models doing the full monty* *rubs her head and looks over to the other side of the bed where Hordak is* Ah, shit, not again!
Hordak:*wakes up* Good morning, Weaver! Do you still want me to call you sex-sorceress?
Shadow Weaver: *kills him*
Hordak: Hey, you can't do that, I'm a main character! I can take away your powers-
Shadow Weaver: Shut up, you bastard, this is just the way it goes!!!!!
Hordak: *dies*
(In the Whispering Woods)
Adora:
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Adora: Shit, these plots just can't get any worse.
(nothing happens)
Bow: *yawns and farts*
Adora: See?
Glimmer: That's because we have such a low budget. We were supposed to be taken of the air thirteen years ago, y'know?
Adora:... shit.
Glimmer: So now that we've used up all the plots, plagurised the living #@$%^ out of any Hanna-Barbara cartoon and been done to death, we've got nothing left to do.
Adora:... shit.
Bow: That's not true! I did Adora just last night!
Adora: Uh... no, I was with Sea Hawk last night.
Bow: Then who was sex-sorceress? Ah, who cares. I'm bored. *farts again*
Adora:... shit.
Glimmer:*Is killed by one of Madame Razz's gone-wrong spells*
Adora:...shit.
Bow: Shut up, Adora! *kills her, too... she won't be missed*
Madame Razz: Oh deary &%$# my!
Broom: *pulls out a machine gun and kills everyone in Whispering Woods, the director, then kills himself in desperate hope to create a plot... it obviously dosen't work*
(Six years later- no-one's been doing anything much... let's just go straight to some action)
(Two hundred years later)
Madame Piazz:... And that is how Shadow Weaver killed everyone on Etheria
(whoops, too far! There goes the big suprise ending!)
Adora:...shit
(damn Philips, the rewind button's screwed!)
(Seven years from... no, twelve... no! Uh... I dunno. *pokes blindly at the numbers on her keyboard* 86d! Yes, 86d years from now. The 'd' was a typo... but now the bloody thing's stuck to the 86 forever)
Shadow Weaver: That's it! *just blows up the entire %$^&in' universe in hope that anything newly evolved will bring hope to series' dialouges*
Shadow Weaver: *makes sure she's safe on Etheria, though!*
Skeletor: *still standing with pants down* And IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII will always lurve yooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooou...
END... now let us never speak of this again!
