Sunday, February 21, 2010

Chapter Two, yo!

“I’m only gonna tell you one time, lady,” one of the zombies (clearly the leader, as she stood front and centre of the crowd. Also, she wore a crown that said “Head Shawty”) said to Julia, who was now in front of all the guests, “you are my least favourite girl right now. JB stands for Bieber, because he is hawt. Ya heard? And we are his shawties here to eliminate all Jonas Sisters fans.”

That was when Frankie started shouting, though he didn’t get very far because a) he was gagged and b) one of the zombies had taken out a CD player and started playing Baby by Justin Bieber.

Amaazing Graaaace! How sweet the sound!” sang a timid girl who stood behind all the guests, trying to drown out the high-pitched, torturing noise. The rest of the guests joined in.

“Oh, great. You’re a bunch of Bieber zombies? Perfect,” Julia said sarcastically. “Well, what do you want?”

“Did you not listen? We want to eliminate you all. And we know that eliminating a Jonas will crush your souls more than actually killing you,” the leader explained.

“Well, you’re already slowly crushing my soul with that music.”

“YOU DO NOT MOCK OUR BIEBER!” the leader roared and charged forward with her sharpened pencil crayon. She brought the crayon up so that the point was resting on Julia’s neck. “Now, we can do this the hard way, or the less hard way, ya heard?”

“Fine.” As she said that, all the zombies, excluding the ones holding the logs and the leader, ran in and handcuffed all 200 of the guests with their ultra-sticky, unbreakable plastic strips (they had gotten the idea from the nappies they only stopped wearing the week before).

“Now it is time for the torture,” said the leader, rubbing her hands together, trying to look like an evil minion, but failing.

“Please, I beg you, don’t put the music louder.”

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