"Yo! Headmaster Hipenschitt here! You ever sit 'n' watch the Harry Potter movies 'n' think, 'I wanna go there'? Well, first, you're, like, what, twenty? Get a job, you lazy bitch. Now second, you pick up a phone. You dial this number. The phone rings. An operator answers it. They tell you you talkin' to the Magik School. You freak the hell out. Now that a good deal.
"Here at the Magik School, you tell us what you want to know 'n' we teach it to ya. All o' our highly qualified staff learn right here in this here building, so you know it good. This ain't yo granny's lame ass magic. This here some good ****. Watch this!"
The man ecstatically turns to an empty wall, points, and shouts, "Flibbity floo!" Suddenly, the wall is covered in various graffiti, depicting, among other things, how punk ass the school was.
"Now, you might be thinkin', 'Now hold on. This gotta be expensive.' Well, for only 2 initial payments of $99.99 and additional fees, you gonna get schooled. Now that a good deal!
“So--”
“Alrigh--” Vector yells, and then pauses. “What the shit are you watching?” Vector points at the television.
“I don’t even know,” Toaster says, confused. “Do people actually fall for that nonsense? I mean, that’s not even close to magic.” Toaster holds his hands together, forming a miniature explosion in his hands. “I mean, really? Flibbity floo?”
“Flibbity floo!” Hapah laughs, falling to the floor. He struggles to catch his breath.
Vector looks at Hapah with disgust. “Why the hell do I hang out with you guys?” She rolls her eyes to the ceiling. “I have so many other friends.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure there was a dick in that graffiti.”
“Aaaaanyhow, one of you fuckers” -- Vector looks at Urist Imiknorris -- “stole my Mathemagem.”
“Why are you looking at me?”
“You know why.”
“I actually don’t but whatever.”
Deathsword spoke up. “Bikinimancer.” Laughter was quickly stifled.
Before Vector could continue, webadict enters the house.
“Yo,” Captain Ford starts, “Web, you know the landlord doesn’t allow you in here anymore.”
“Dakarian? Nah, it’s cool. Anyhow, I was...” Webadict looks at Vector. “What?”
“Someone stole her Mathemagem,” Tiruin says.
“Oh. Sweet. Perfect. I’ve got this.” Webadict pulls out a scrawled notebook, opening it to a random page. “We’re going to play another game of Mafia.” Several groans echo throughout the house. “Oh come on. You guys love these things!”
“Yeah, almost as much as I love drinking poison!” shouts TolyK. Someone quietly remarks about Kill Webadict Now.
“Sh. Anyhow, I’ve got this. Plus, you can’t leave now, as I might have already locked us inside a forcefield.” More groans. Someone shouts, “Wuba, what the hell is wrong with you?”
Vector rolls her eyes and sits down on the couch. “Yay. We’ll only find out after a few days!”
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Topic: Magic Mafia - Game Over! (Read 221684 times)