*Go to a grave yard. All the male members of SD.net and Tevar are sitting under a canopy and infront of a casket. Aya, dressed like a priest walks by and stands front of everyone...pantless.*
Aya: "Dearly beloved, we're gath...oh wait, wrong book..."
*Tosses book away and retrieves the correct one and continues*
"So two rabbi's and a camel walk into a bar...dammit, wrong one again."
*Puts that book away and finally pulls the right one from a pocket*
"Friends, we are gathered here today to say goodbye to a cherished person. Inside this casket is Sir Nitram, who was taken by the bane called marriage."
*Dalton starts weeping*
Aya: "Never shall he be able to look up girls skirts or down their loose fitting blouses. Never again shall he know the joys of coping feels on hot chicks. Yes, he was struck down in his prime by a dreadful disease called love."
*Aya paces back and forth as all SDnet males look on the verge of tears. Well, except for Dalton, who decided to become a living sprinkler*
Aya: "Today, as we commit Nitram's body to the earth, we must take a moment to remember the previous victims of love and marriage, who have all had their manhood, masculinity and freedom ripped from them."
*Every married SDneter breaks down and cries like girls. Aya whips out a remote and hits a button, causing the casket to lower into the ground. At the sametime, a composed Dalton jams stairway to heaven...on bagpipes*
Dalton (pausing): "And why exactly am I doing this?"
Aya: You've got Irish blood in you, right?"
Dalton: "Yeah, so?"
Aya: "Then play that funky music, white boy!"
*Dalton rolls his eyes and resumes playing. A group of SDnet guys, the unmarried ones stand on either side of Nitram's grave and begin flinging panties into the air. A 21 panty salute, if you will. Aya whips out a jar, containing Nitram's balls and hands it to Tevar. Pats Nitram, who was sitting next to Tevar the whole time, on the shoulder and gives him the "You poor SOB" look*
Stravo: "Whoa, whoa, WHOA! You mean Nitram isn't dead?"
Aya: "Of course not. What gave you that idea?"
Stravo: "Well, the casket and funeral was a big tip off."
Aya: "Meh, it was all just for show. The only thing in that casket was a jar of Cool Whip."
Stravo: "Uh huh...you know you're an idiot, right?"
Aya: "Let me respond by saying this: Fanboy!"
*Aya ducks as Fanboy suddenly appears and crackshis oar up against Stravo with a mighty swing, sending the writer/lawyer flying through the air and back to NYC. Aya stands and dusts self off*
Aya *Shouting in Stravo's direction*: "Get back to work and write another chapter of StarCrossed!!!" *Turns towards Darth Fanboy* "Thanks, man."
*They shake hands and Aya slips him a bag of oar related porn*
Darth Fanboy: "No problem and woohoo!"
The end.
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