Hooray! Not-so-newbie fanfic!

[Reply #80 on:]

Excellent.

But please, don´t kill anybody. Such as Munda. Seriously, I don´t like the sound of Munda getting internal bleedings during a crisis.

As usual, a very great update.

SHIPPY TOTP!

[Reply #81 on:]

Yay, I'm loved! That gives me this warm, fuzzy feeling inside. Oh, no, wait, that's just indigestion. Er, anyway, know that made me happy.

So, about this last update. Let's see, what is there to say. A lot, but I'm kinda lazy, see, so I'm probably gonna do the bare minimum.

Anyway, this last part was just brilliant. You somehow managed to keep the tension, the drama, and the comedy all in check. I mean, even as you have Nixon destroying the home of helpless mutants, you get to make a comment on his ducky sweater. Seriously, that takes talent (I mean, to be able to write drama and comedy together, switching effortlessly between them).

As always, you write the Professor and Bender so well. As always, you give each character a back-story, then build upon it (although, sorry, Nixon was never an actor...although he was a politician, which is just about as good). As always, you're great with the big jokes, even better with the smaller gags. And, as always, I'm speechless.

So, all in all, this update was worth the wait. Sure, we got a cliffie; sure, we have no idea what happened to Morris; and sure, the fate of the entire Futurama-verse is unclear. But that was a damn good update, my fair lady. Can't wait for more.

[Reply #82 on:]

very good. can't wait for the end. i hope it's a happy one

[Reply #83 on:]

There's no emoticon for what I'm feeling! So let me just say: Aieeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! Curse my shaky Presidential knowledge of foreign countries! Yeah, you heard me, foreign! I also excuse my confusion because Nixon's heyday was afore I was born. Also, all those President's look alike to me. No, I am not racist against Presidents. 

You can't, or rather, I can't blame JBERGES, who certainly would have spared me this humiliation if he'd actually read it, but that was something I added in to fix another problem. That was all Layla. Excuse me while I roll my eyes into the middle of next week at my own bungling.

 

Hmm... It's going to rain on Tuesday.

In another pointless aside, I should have copyrighted "newbie fanfic". I coulda bought out disney by now! 

morbo-it:Thanks, pal! Glad you liked it! I refuse to comment on the emotional direction of the ending on the grounds that it will ruin my fun.

Gorky:I'm happy you're happy, oh, happy happiness! It's so refreshing to see the reactions to something I've been looking over forever. I didn't think this part was remotely funny or suspenseful, though I'm sure I had some enthusiasm for it in the beginning. You've delighted me, and reawakened the fun of doing this, thank you from the bottom of my heart!
It's particularly comforting to know I can mess things up bigtime and still be entertaining.

I swear that cliffie snuck up on me. (Cuddles Gorky)

I: I didn't want Munda feeling left out of all the pain. See my reply to morbo_it regarding endings.

Meerkat: Thanks so much! Nibbler looks so very very cute in your avy. Isums cute? Oh, so cute!

Nerd-o-rama: I'm sure you don't need my help to draw odd looks.  Hopes desperately that the winky guy will prevent offense, but does not apologize. Also, you're smart enough to take a joke, yay! I'm sure I must be tripping or something right now. Or maybe it's raw terror at the thought of Nixon porn.

Canadianinity is fun to say! Since I have an exceedingly high opinion of you, and you have long been my litmus test for comedy, I present my desperate attempt to keep the fun actor/politician connection.

Nixon was the Gerber baby. No, actually, he was the Knowles baby, a fiercesome competer in the horrifically bloodly babyfood wars. Unfortunately for company owner brothers Gary and Rodney, the Little Dicky advertising campaign was an absolute disaster, causing mother's everywhere to start up the 'Back to the Breast!' movement.
Naturally, the company went under. Rodney went back to his dead end job as a thatched roof inspector in Queen's and Gary sold himself as a medical guinea pig to the seedier side of the IRS. (Yes, seedier.)

Daddy Nixon blamed his bejowled infant son for the families resulting financial problems. "Ugly babies can't grow up to be President" he would say, shaking his head at the tot. Dicky became the bitter and twisted maniac we all know and exploit mercilessly for comic purposes. He also had some sort of mental breakdown in his teen years steming from some sort of strained peas based prank, but records from that era remain sealed by Presidential order.

I scare myself sometimes.

Ol'coot: Shame on you pointing out my glaring errors in a polite and helpful manner! Mutants are hard to write for. I keep doing that. Darn them and their non stardard body parts. (Seriously, thanks bud!)

Venus: The melodrama's on the other foot now, isn't it? Bwahaha! You're one of those rebellious types that just can't follow orders (since I'm Canadian, that really should read, 'polite suggestion'). Now you know what you do to me with your writing. Gosh, I'm addicted.

TheGlob: Nice ta meetcha! Glad you liked it!

Shippy Mandy: I'll try not to drag out this next update. I gotta french paper to write, but since when do I ever let school get in the way of writing. Oh... that often huh?

I'm thrilled you found it suspenseful. I find waiting for your reactions suspenseful!

say what now: Heeheehee! I see you're back to being the quickest one on the draw when it comes to replying. Have I told you lately how very nice it is to know you? 'Cause it's great. (cuddles) Someday you'll have to teach me your crazy moon language.

[Reply #84 on:]

Aw, you should have just passed the blame to me, Layla.  I don't want Nerd-o to lose his vision of an immaculate Layla angelically floating on a cloud/white horse/giant clam*  No worries anyway.  Doubt I could even name some Canadian Leaders.  Your politics need more scandal and war, damnit!

I went into quite a bit of detail while betaing, so you know how I feel already, but let me reiterate how much I enjoyed the Farnsworth IRS bot gag:

“A lot”

Seems like you took some of my suggestions, ignored some, and made some new changes of your own.  I think it was all for the better (possibly minus Nixon actor), and am pleased with how it all came together.  Awesome work Layla, and time you need a hand I’m willing.

*Despite not knowing what you look like, Mrs. Shy.

EDIT:
   

Can I put your music on my new MP3 player? Cause it would make me happy.

...of course! You are aware that I send CD's to anyone who shows the slightest interest in my music, right?

[Reply #85 on:]

 

Originally posted by JBERGES:
Aw, you should have just passed the blame to me, Layla.

And risk losing you? Never!

 

*Despite not knowing what you look like, Mrs. Shy.

Angelic, of course!
I suppose I could dig up a picture... if I could find a nice one...

 

Doubt I could even name some Canadian Leaders.  Your politics need more scandal and war, damnit!

  I feel better now. We're in the middle of at least two right now, one of which is threatening to bring down the government and the other is causing a bit of a strain between us and the US. (US soldiers accidently bombed and killed four Canadian soldiers in Afghanistan. )

It's just that our scandals have less sex. Too cold for all those shennanigans. Plus, except for speedo man, most of our leaders look like they've had run ins with succubi.

 

Seems like you took some of my suggestions, ignored some, and made some new changes of your own. 

Ignored? Never. I hemmed and haw'd and puzzled over every single one of your lovely suggestions. Some just didn't quite feel like me is all.

   

...of course! You are aware that I send CD's to anyone who shows the slightest interest in my music, right?

I am now!    Who do I have to kill? Fry? Leela? Morris, Munda, Chastity, everyone in that airlock, Zoidberg for no apparent reason?

Okay, now I'm just being mean.

Sigh... I'm lucky to have you, JBERGES.

[Reply #86 on:]

*Expresses the slightest intreest in JBERGES's music*

And I do like the updated version, Layla.  I'm not going to point out any of the copy errors since I know you were just typing in a hurry, but just in case you don't catch it later, Queens doesn't have an apostrophe.  Neither does Queensland, incidentally, which I always found rather odd.

Anyway, a little lapse in your American history is nothing to be ashamed of.  If I ever move to Canada (I'm thinking retirement, since that's when I'll need the most prescription meds and have an excuse to stay inside in the warm all the time,) I'll forget everything I know about American politics as fast as I can.

Oh, and BERGES: Jean Chretien.

And nothing could take away my image of Layla in angelic giant clam pose.  I need to spend less time in the Classics section...

Anyway, keep up the great work.  As usual (for this story,) I really have no idea what's going on with Fry, and I look forward to finding out.

Oh, and I vote for Zoidberg.  For no apparent reason.

[Reply #87 on:]

 

Originally posted by Layla50:

Ol'coot: Shame on you pointing out my glaring errors in a polite and helpful manner! Mutants are hard to write for. I keep doing that. Darn them and their non stardard body parts. (Seriously, thanks bud!)

Hey glad to help... The thing about Munda's hands is less glaring than all the fics I have read that mention Leela's eyes! No deal about Nixon the actor, we can't expect you to know about foriegn leaders who resigned before you were born!   

[Reply #88 on:]

Wow Layla that was great.
The first paragraph was so good. I could picture it in my head and that made me laugh so hard. Thank god I was in my break time.     

So you have a French paper to do… Need any help?   

Oh yeah, glad I could help with my small tips. (On asthma) Believe me they really work! If you are stuck without your medication one day, try them.

Oh! I almost forgot, don’t worry about mixing up Nixon and Reagan (Actor thing).
I’m old enough to remember Reagan but I only learned that he was actor a few years ago. (Well now that I think about it, it’s more like around 15 years ago.     Wow I'm old!) It’s no big deal. I’m sure that most of our dear friends from the south mix up our political leaders from time to time.   

Fait attention à toi Layla! Reviens nous vite avec la fin de ton histoire.

Bye for now.

[Reply #89 on:]

Wow. I was directed to a message saying "no comments". I feel special.

[Reply #90 on:]

Er, I'm not sure whether I've actually offended you or not, I... 

If I have, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to. I was just kinda teasing about keeping quiet. If it would make you feel better, I could email you and answer your question. (Am I gonna kill anybody? Or maybe you'd like a sneak preview?) Of course, you're special. Having so much support really means the world to me. I mean, I'm planning on listing a special thank you with this story to everyone who's helped me whenever I post it in it's completed form.

Once again, sorry if I offended. Really, I didn't intend anything unkind.

NIC2001: Est-ce que vous voulez corriger ma project quand je l'ai fini? C'est à propos de l'apprentissage de français de base. Interessant, oui?

I'm glad I could bring a smile to your face. I knew one of their presidents used to be an actor. Ah well, pobody's nerfect.

Ol'coot: Heh, I've been guilty of that too. It's surprising how ingrained these things can be. Thanks for the official pardon, govenor. 

N-o-r: I was actually half joking about actually putting that weird little backstory in. I'm not sure what to do now. I guess I'll burn that bridge when I come to it. I would never have caught that "Queens" thing, thanks.

I must say I find it a bit amusing that someone from down south would consider retiring here as most of our retirees hide from the winter in Florida.

Clam shells feel nice under bare feet. I love that you don't know what's happening with Fry, rest assured that there are explanations coming.

And if you ever do end up in Canada, look me up, we can shake our heads at the antics of the young people from the world of tommorow.

[Reply #91 on:]

I knew I should have used a    or something...

I meant that as a counter-joke. I really found it a rather humorous act from your side. You have nothing to worry about; sorry if I was a bit unclear.   

[Reply #92 on:]

 

Originally posted by Layla50:
say what now: Heeheehee! I see you're back to being the quickest one on the draw when it comes to replying. Have I told you lately how very nice it is to know you? 'Cause it's great. (cuddles) Someday you'll have to teach me your crazy moon language.

Heeeeeyyy what happened to me being the favorite? ...Wait, i was never the favorite?

WHY GOD WHY?? *sob* I wish i was dead!

[Reply #93 on:]

 

Originally posted by *Layla*:
*Est-ce que vous voulez corriger ma project quand je l'ai fini? C'est à propos de l'apprentissage de français de base. Interessant, oui?
*

Wow Layla wants my help. 

Ok… Basic French… Me and my big…   

Yep, I could help you if you want.   

But first I’ll need to know how long your text is.
Second I’ll need to be sure that the Email address in your profile is correct.
And third, I’ll need to know how much time I have to check it out.

If you can confirm me this, I should be able to help you out. But Layla, I really don’t have a lot of free time on my hands and I don’t want to disappoint you. But still I would be really happy to help you out. 

Ok, confirm me what I asked and I’ll send you my Email address. Then I’ll be able to tell you if I can help. I wish I can. 

Bye for now.

P.s. Sometimes being an French speaking Canadian can be a good thing.     

[Reply #94 on:]

 

Originally posted by Venus:I wish i was dead!

But...but...then you couldn't finish your fanfic! 

[Reply #95 on:]

 

Originally posted by Shippy Mandy:
 But...but...then you couldn't finish your fanfic!   

And, uh, also, Venus, we'd miss you. But, y'know, we'd miss the fic, too. Of course, you're much more important than some fic, UberFanFic...er, I mean, Venus.

Anyway, Layla, I really reawakened the fun of doing this? Neat...I love reawakening stuff. And you have got to go easier on yourself. I mean, believe me, I know what it's like to mess stuff up, and you're definitely not...messing stuff up. Okay, that didn't really make sense, but I hope the sentiment wasn't lost. Um, just remember that I'm lovin' this and to keep on a'writin'.

[Reply #96 on:]

 

Originally posted by Venus:
Heeeeeyyy what happened to me being the favorite? ...Wait, i was never the favorite?

WHY GOD WHY?? *sob* I wish i was dead!

Of course I'm the favorite! I've always been betterer and smarterer than you. I GET THE CUDDLES. Nyeeeeh!   

[Reply #97 on:]

WWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH HH!!!!!!!!! *sob!*

*Buries self under rock*

[Reply #98 on:]

Friends, friends, I have cuddles enough for all!

Is everyone PMSing today or is it just me?    I should never have said "Don't panic" to such a contrary bunch.

I also should have followed my own advice. I, I am very, very relieved. My first reaction was in fact, a laugh, but then my natural skills as a worrier kicked into over drive. (Cuddles I)

NIC2001: Ne t'inquietes pas, mon ami! Je ne voudrais pas te stressé. Merci beaucoup pour ton offrir, mais je peux le faire moi-même. Pour répondre aux questions:

Yes, that is my real email address.
It's 3-4 pages long.
It's due next Thursday and I haven't started it yet thanks to having a presentation today.
But don't worry about it, dear, I'm sure it will be fine.

Now, on to the lovely wonderful awesome Venus. I don't think I used the word favorite, after all, how could I choose between all these lovely people... oh wait, I did use the word- (ish thing) favoritist at some point. Oops.

 Allow me to quote myself from ages ago:
 

Venus, I am soooo glad you're still writing (your lovely fic). (Shhh... it's a large part of my decision to post this story.)

and

Venus: LOL! Yes, you influenced me.  So keep writing that fic!

and

Venus:It's always nice to have you comment, oh queen of inspiration!

See! Now don't you feel loved? Well you should!

Hmmm... how else can I reassure... oh, I know. (devious smile)

Warning: The following is not to be taken seriously and is best read when your judgment is impaired in some way. I take no responsibilty for anything I may directly be implying, so there.


Fry jumped guiltily when the hand touched his shoulder. He spun sharply, yanking off the helmet to see Leela, looking as attractive as anyone could while sporting the profondly dorkifying, electric green VR helmets necessary for wandering the internet in style. She was still very much in the real world however. There was a wry curve to her lips, playfully bearing witness to the fact that she had fully intended to startle him. Fry grinned back, despite his desperate desire to hide his latest netsplorations. The redhead felt sure that he was the only person that really noticed and appreciated Leela's rarely seen mischievous side.
      "Hi, Leela!" he chirped, voice cracking just a hair, only enough to maliciously betray his nervousness.
      Leela's smile grew broader. 'Ooh, boy, she's in a good mood,' Fry thought, both delighted and terrified, in a kinky sort of way.
      "Hi, Fry," the cyclops returned sweetly, clearly revelling in his discomforture. "What are you doing, poking around the internet at this late hour, all alone, without the Professor's permission?"
      A flurry of thoughts frantically chased each other through his head as he tried to come up with a convincing reply that wouldn't take Leela out of her unusually high spirits. Unfortunately, one of the thoughts got distracted by her closeness and tripped in an amorous haze, resulting in a massive multi-thought pile up. "Uh..." The limp, verbal expression of that spectacular mental crash staggered out of his lips and shrugged apathetically.

     "Having a little late night fun?" Leela pressed him, quirking one, not remotely, solemn eyebrow, seeing as she only had the one, and Fry blushed slightly as he finally caught her implication.

     "Hey, nothing like that, Leela."
     "Oh, I know," she laughed, humour sparkling in her eyes. "You don't really think I'd pop in there if I thought I'd be... interrupting."
     Fry couldn't help himself. "Well, you're always welcome to join me. We can make our own fun." He waggled his eyebrows at her.
     Leela scoffed derisively, though she didn't lose her smile. "Nice try."
     "Thanks."
     "I checked out the URL before I tapped you." Tension wrapped itself around Fry's spine. Under Leela's gleeful expression, he grimaced. So someone had finally caught him. Fry squinched his eyes shut in humiliation.
      "Well, er, you know," Fry struggled valiantly to defend himself, "it was just something to do... lots of guys do it. Cool guys."
      "Is that so?" she asked lightly.
      "Um... yeah?" He tried to look certain, confident, and failed miserably. "It's perfectly normal. Good clean fun!" Fry couldn't bring himself to look at Leela. It was hard enough for Fry to prove his worth and general manliness to her; this would set him back at least six months. (A/N: Revised date of success if I don't get my way: August 15, 4545)
     'Help me, Spock,' Fry pleaded silently.
     "I have to admit I'm a little shocked. This really doesn't seem like the kind of thing you'd be in to, although it is the ultimate in the the nerdocrity," Leela mused thoughtfully, circling him in a predatory manner.
     "Hey, I have other interests than just work!"
     "Well, you've always struck me as a renaissance delivery boy."
     "What?" Fry crossed his arms in front of him uneasily. "Leela," he whined pathetically. The cyclops shook her head and relented, mostly.
     "It's just that you're barely even literate."
     Fry shrugged, a smile returning to his face. "It's not really a problem. A lot of fanficion writers aren't literate either."
     Now Leela did laugh as she hopped up on the round meeting table, swinging her legs childishly. "So I've noticed." Fry thought the cyclops looked beautiful.
     "Fry?" she prompted him gently when he didn't say anything.
     "Hmm," he sighed dreamily, "Oh, you said you noticed?" Fry blinked. "You've noticed?!" Leela was certainly full of surprises tonight.
Fry unconsciously glanced around to ensure they were alone. "So, you've read this stuff?" The cyclops bit her lip pensively and glanced away before offering a guilty smile of her own.
     "Oh, here and there." With Leela's sheepish admission, some of his own embarassment faded.
     "So, any particular kind?"
     "Do you mean genre or fanopolis?"
     "Either," he shrugged.
     "I wouldn't limit myself to just one. that way lies obsession. I wouldn't want to get committed." The play on words sailed over Fry's head with an audible 'whoosh'. "You?" she asked.
      "You'll laugh." Fry said firmly, hoping to put her off.
      "Probably," she agreed with a grin. "Tell me anyway."
      Fry tried to stall, "Uh well, there's comedy and-"
      "Smutty comedy I presume," she teased.
      "Best kind," Fry grinned back. It was nice to be able just to chat sometimes with the PE captain.
      "Anything else?"
      "Er, anything with robots. Robots are always cool."
      "If you say so. I'm sure Bender would agree with you." Leela was giving him a penetrating look. "What else, Fry?" He knew with a sinking feeling that she wsn't about to let him off the hook.
      "Mrmmnce," he muttered inaudibly, flushing pink.
      "What?"       
      Fry sighed heavily. "Romance," he repeated, wincing as the word came out far to loudly in the quiet room. Leela laughed.
      "See!" Fry growled accusingly.
      "Sorry, sorry," she apologized unconvincingly. "That's fine, Fry. Nothing to be ashamed of. It doesn't affect your masculinity in any way.
      "Don't let it get back to Bender? He'd drive me out of my skull." Fry used his most endearing puppy look, not that it had proven particularly effective on Leela in the past.
      "Of course not," Leela agreed and the redhead sighed in relief, "I'd have to admit reading it myself."
      "Heh, right."
      "Unless I sent it anonymously." She gave him a wicked smile that left him weak in the knees. Before Fry could launch into full blown panic, Leela continued, "I'm not gonna say anything, Fry. Don't worry."
      "Thanks, Leela," Fry smiled back at her gratefully, but it faded quickly into a puzzled frown. "So why are you here anyway?"
      Leela shrugged awkwardly. "Just checking out the stories, like you."
      Fry's face lit up in sudden enthusiasm. He'd found someone he could share his illicit interest with. "There's this one show, and the hero is completely in love with this girl, but things just keep going wrong for him. It keeps me hanging on, hoping things will work out in the end." When Leela didn't respond he pressed on. "And there are all these great writers, and readers that talk about the fanfics, it's so cool! There's this guy who does all these puns, and this girl with all these wacky jokes! There's Dork-o-rama and Say That Again and Shippy Sandi and this guy who speaks some other language and Me and OldFogey and Basa and Sparkly and Unidentified and African Squirrel and JP and CrazyPatty and-" Fry was turning blue. Leela shook him 'til he started breathing again.
      "All wonderful people I'm sure," Leela said indulgently.
      "And Mercury, she's a writer, very mysterious. I have no idea what her real name is." Fry forced the words out in between gulps of air.
      Leela sighed suddenly, irritated, and Fry winced. He didn't know what he did wrong, but he'd evidently killed her good mood. The delivery boy felt suddenly tired, no longer wanting to read the romantic stories of fictional characters luckier than he was.
      "Uh, I'm kinda beat, Leela. Think I'll head home. I like to get in before Bender shuts down for the night. His personal sercurity alarm is pretty viscious. It's really better to sleep out in the hall than to tangle with the lizard.
      "Alright," Leela said politely. "Goodnight then."
      "G'night. See ya tommorow," Fry slurred. He shed the VR gear and, with one last little wave, departed.

"I thought he'd never leave!" The cyclops heaved an exhausted sigh, finally relaxing. She'd been deeply surprised to find Fry here at this time of night. Her cover had nearly been blown.

Leela pulled a disk out from her pocket and stepped into the internet. Out of idle curiosity she peered at the fiction Fry had been reading: "The Sting, by Mercury. Laughter bubbled up inside her.

"Oh, Fry, if you only knew!" A message popped up for Leela.
       'You're gonna update soon, right?' it read.
      "Oops, gotta get moving, they're waiting for me!"

      'I was talking to a friend, sorry about that. Here's the latest chapter!' she messaged.

All over the internet, 'Mercury's' fans rejoiced.

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Incidently, I hope you notice that all three of the stories I've posted here have been prompted by you in some way. That's a pretty good track record, I'd say, for someone who didn't get cuddles.

Oh, alright. You can have some cuddles. (Cuddles Venus, then say what now for good measure.)

[Reply #99 on:]

Do you know how desperately hard it is for me to stop myself from using my "moon language" right now? Oh my good golly gosh. I giggled like a schoolgirl (well... not that I'm not one) through that whole thing. Say That Again... bwahahaha. I loved all the name changes and stuff... NOT TO MENTION IT WAS CUTE AS A BOOT. A cute boot, of course.

Ahhh ahhh!!! Oh man, I loved it. What a cute little thing... I'm sure 'Mercury' will come out from under her rock for this one  . *pout* She always gets the stories dedicated to her...

Ah, I'm just kiddin'. CUDDLES!

[Reply #100 on:]

Hey that was great Layla!

That small Fic was really funny. The only thing that is missing is a nice little title. The way you changed the Fanfic author’s names was great too. You’re the best!

Also, I was serious about checking up your French text. The problem is that I don’t work this weekend and next Monday. I work on Tuesday but not on Wednesday.(They are always changing my schedule    )So if you have to give back your text on Thursday, I only have Tuesday to check it. I’m here until 8pm tonight (Montreal/New York time zone) and I’m here tomorrow also. If you still want me to check it up, give me your response and I’ll send you my Email address. (By Email of course)         

Keep it up.     

P.S. 

Originally posted by *Layla*:
*and this guy who speaks some other language *

Was that me?

Bye for now. 

[Reply #101 on:]

That story was absolutely hilarious, Layla. And I'm not just sayin' that 'cause you mentioned me...that's only 67.5% of the reason why. I just thought it was, um, interesting, and stuff. Oh yeah, and I think you actually managed to name, like, almost everyone who has ever read your work. No small feat.

[Reply #102 on:]

That was cute Layla! Thanks!

[Reply #103 on:]

Yes! I knew it! I am the favorite! In your face everyone whose never inspired a Layla fic and that includes you SayWhatNow!

Heeheehee! Leela as a fic writer! we know she wrote a screenplay once, so whose to say she's not hiding a little nerd hobbie?

[Reply #104 on:]

Yay! I got mentioned! *hugs Layla*

Funny little fanfic, Layla. I might have to draw a picture about it...I'm all inspired now.

[Reply #105 on:]

That was very cute, Layla.  A nice little diversion from the drama of the other fic.

[Reply #106 on:]

Ha! Very well done Layla!

[Reply #107 on:]

 

Originally posted by NIC2001:
That small Fic was really funny. The only thing that is missing is a nice little title.

Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it. I'm open to title suggestions from anyone!

 

Also, I was serious about checking up your French text.

Well, I'd appreciate that, but I don't want you to feel obbligated. It's more or less done now, so if you have time to read it over just email me your address and I'll send it to you.
I don't blame you for keeping your email private. Ever since I posted mine I've been getting emails from all these strange PEELer's. 


P.S.   

Originally posted by *Layla*:
*and this guy who speaks some other language
Was that me?

Bien sûr, mon ami! 

Meerkat: Thanks a bunch! I had fun writing it.

Crash_7: Sometimes we all need a little break from the angst and torture. Makes it so much more fun when you get back. Incidentally, you'd be... hmm... Septuple Impact.

Shippy Mandy: (Hugs her back) Yay, huggles are fun! Pictures are way fun too! Becky drew a picture for me once, it's lovely.

Venus: There's just something about you that gets me writing I guess, probably your charm and cat ownership. Also Cthulhu!

Ol'coot: You're welcome!
Gorky:Ah, Gorky you never cease to amuse me. Darn you comedy writers and your sense of humour. You make people laugh, I make 'em cry! I got everybody in the new thread, I think, but not the old one. I didn't want people to fall asleep!

say what now:I got cuddles from you, even though I was trying to pacify Venus. Now I'm happy girl! Whoo!

I love your moon language, it makes me giggle! And a cute boot! Heehee! (Incidently, are you still working on that story? 'Cause I'd love to see it!)

Don't feel bad about all the Venus love.
Squeaky wheels get the grease, doncha know, but everyone got the fun of reading it. She's generous that way.

Oh, and I read your story comments and glowed with joy, yay! (Ominous voice) All shall be revealed in the end. (/Ominous voice)You cracked me right up with the "only in story form comment". I've been working on the next update in between french essay writing, and it's going to be a pretty complicated epilogue. I've come to the conclusion that I can't quite justify resolving everything right away (Don't worry, no cliffhanger endings here!)... and you know what that means... sequel! Somebody help me, I've lost my mind!

Although really, I couldn't be happier about it.

I'm suprised, as usual, about the way certain things (Munda's health in this case) catch your interest. Be honest, aren't you all a little tired of the angst? (The sad fact is, I could drag this out for much, much longer, (I keep getting new ideas) but I think it needs finishing.)

((((Help I'm being surrounded by parenthesis!))))

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Hi Layla! 

Hey uh… Okay, I only have around 4.5 hours to read your text now! So I don’t think that I could help you a lot with it. But, still if you want me to check it up, I should have the time to look at it and send it back to you before the end of the day. (If you send it fast enough.) So I’ll send you a little Email so you can send it to me. (If it’s still okay with you)   


About the title thing, I don’t really feel inspired today but I’ll try to come up with one.

Oh yeah! Thanks a lot for including me in that fic! It made me laugh a lot until I began to doubt it was me but now I feel a lot better.   

Just can’t wait for the rest of your fic!

Bye for now!

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I wouldn't forget you! If you just glance over it and point out the really glaring mistakes that'd be great. If you're busy, that's okay too. It was kind of you to offer. I'm not gonna fail anyway, and quality of language is pretty low on the list of things being graded.

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Hi, my Email is on its way now!

I'm kind of busy today but I'll read it in my lunch break. (Witch is at 2pm... I'm so hungry!)


Edit : 1h51 pm Just got your Email! I.ll start reading it right now.

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Originally posted by Layla50:
 
Crash_7: Incidentally, you'd be... hmm... Septuple Impact.

Ok.  Sounds cool, but I don't get it. 

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Thanks Nic!

Crash_7:
Crash = impact _7 = septuple

Reverse and serve.  Not creative, but fun.

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A wheel? I'm a wheel now? Fine! Fine!   *Installs self on car*  *sob* There's broken glass on the pavement!

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No, no, not a car wheel, a wagon wheel! Delicious amd made of sweet, sweet chocolate!

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Squeaky wheels get the grease

   

No, no, not a car wheel, a wagon wheel! Delicious amd made of sweet, sweet chocolate!

Squeaky chocolate wheels with wagon grease?  I'm more confused than ever.

Edit:  And yay, a potential mention as pun-guy in the mini fic. "Septuple-Impact" is quite possibly the best turn of phrase, shame it didn’t get in to your fun story.

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I don't mix metaphors, I purée 'em.

Who else could be pun guy?  Proud creator of Norm falling down a gradient, not to mention the most bizzaro moment in a Futurama fanfic ever (to date)with mom popping out of Zoidberg's shell.

You know, I just went back through your thread and remember why I love you so much. The "yes" meaning "no" thing which 'caused shippy bliss, the wacky crazy fun with mom, the Butterfry Effect... can I include a marriage proposal? You haven't had one in a while, have you?

I'd be a good wife!

Septuple-Impact is nice-sounding, isn't it? Mmm, well, that's what the edit button is for. Whilst I'm here, anyone think I oughta submit the little fics to the Leela Zone?

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Yes! Submit so that we might rate you highly!

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Originally posted by Layla50:
Septuple-Impact is nice-sounding, isn't it? Mmm, well, that's what the edit button is for. Whilst I'm here, anyone think I oughta submit the little fics to the Leela Zone?

Ah, I get it.  Paraphrased stuff.  I'm good at that.  I have an entirely paraphrased version of "Take me out to the ballgame" that I call "Escort me to the baseball competition". How's this sound? "So let's demonstrate our support for the team headquartered nearest to our houses. If they fail to emerge victorious it's unfortunate."  I get some strange looks during the 7th inning stretch.
 

And yes, you really should send them all to TLZ.  Finish up the big one before you send it though.  You're so close to being finished, it'd be silly to send it incomplete.

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Originally posted by Layla50:
Whilst I'm here, anyone think I oughta submit the little fics to the Leela Zone?

*Bangs head on keyboard, causing numerous random keys to be pressed, resulting in this jumble of letters: fcrthngirofkeap*

Um, yeah, that means you even asking that question frustrated me. Of course you gotta submit the fic-lets (my new favorite word, 'cause it sounds like piglets, and they're just the cutest little things...er, but I digress). They're funny and sweet and neat-o-riffic (my second favorite word, 'cause it's so dorky...which rhymes with Gorky...which is my fake name...which is equally dorky) and if you don't sumbmit them then I might just never stop bugging you.

And, before Gorky could even finish her sentence, Layla, in a frenzy, submitted both of her fanfics to TLZ. But Gorky still kept bugging her, 'cause it's in her nature. So Layla printed out her entire epic fic, tracked Gorky down, and whacked her on the head with the manuscript until she fell to the ground in a heap. Then the President gave Layla a medal. The End.

(Whoops, sorry...slipped into prose mode there...)