Big O Mad Lib

[Usopp with a Pushpop]

Mab Libs are always fun! Here's a Big O themed lib that I found.
http://www.paradigm-city.com/games/lib.php?l=rso
(Where it says "Member of Paradigm City Forums", fill in an Arlong Park member instead.)

After you fill it out, post your story! Here's mine…

Roger's Saturday Off

Roger Smith sat back in his couch, enjoying a relaxing Saturday with nothing in particular planned for the day. The mansion was quiet, with only the occasionally distracting sounds of Norman pissing in the kitchen. Just as he was beginning to doze off, the unmistakable sound of The Hamster Dance forced him to sit up with a start. "Dorothy!" he called, entering the room where she sat playing, "I thought I told you that I don't like that song, it reminds me of someone I knew named Michael Jackson." Dorothy finished playing the verse she was on before stopping and turning to face Roger. "Isn't Michael Jackson that person you negotiated with who you said always talked about horny monkeys?" Roger nodded. "That's the one." He paused. "You know, Dorothy, I, uh, don't know if I've told you before, but you…" "Terribly sorry to interrupt, Master Roger, but Dan Dastun is here to see you." Norman stepped into the room, wearing a[n] pink g-string. Roger and Dorothy just stared for a moment before Roger finally said "OMGWTFBBQ!!!!" in disbelief. Norman looked down. "Oh, dear." A few minutes later, Roger was sitting in the lounge across from Dastun, pouring him a glass of Bawls. "Thanks," the Military Police colonel said. "I just wanted to follow up on that person you asked me about the other day, you know, taboo?" Roger looked up with interest. "And?" "Well, the only information we have is that taboo has allegedly been selling illegal rolls of toilet paper outside of a Wal-Mart in Paradigm. Why do you want to know?" Roger took a sip of his own drink. "I have my reasons." Dastun stood up. "You sure can be a/an 4Kids Employee sometimes." Dastun left shortly afterward, and Roger went back to relaxing on the couch. "Roger?" he heard Dorothy say several minutes later. Roger sat up. "Yes, Dorothy?" "You were going to tell me something earlier that you didn't get a chance to finish. I was wondering what you were trying to say." A slightly emo expression crossed Roger's face as he recalled their earlier conversation. "Well… I've been meaning to tell you that you can be, uh, stinky sometimes." Dorothy looked at him. "You're a Nintendo Wii, Roger Smith."

Come on everyone! Fill out the lib and post your own version of the story!

[Local-chan]

Roger Smith sat back in his couch, enjoying a relaxing Saturday with nothing in particular planned for the day. The mansion was quiet, with only the occasionally distracting sounds of Norman wanking (eesh, naughty) in the kitchen. Just as he was beginning to doze off, the unmistakable sound of Bat out of Hell forced him to sit up with a start. "Dorothy!" he called, entering the room where she sat playing, "I thought I told you that I don't like that song, it reminds me of someone I knew named Scholtenheim Reinbach III." Dorothy finished playing the verse she was on before stopping and turning to face Roger. "Isn't Scholtenheim Reinbach III that person you negotiated with who you said always talked about big swords?" Roger nodded. "That's the one." He paused. "You know, Dorothy, I, uh, don't know if I've told you before, but you…" "Terribly sorry to interrupt, Master Roger, but Dan Dastun is here to see you." Norman stepped into the room, wearing a[n] blue string. Roger and Dorothy just stared for a moment before Roger finally said "NOOOOOOOOOO!" in disbelief. Norman looked down. "Oh, dear." A few minutes later, Roger was sitting in the lounge across from Dastun, pouring him a glass of Wee. "Thanks," the Military Police colonel said. "I just wanted to follow up on that person you asked me about the other day, you know, AWB?" Roger looked up with interest. "And?" "Well, the only information we have is that AWB has allegedly been selling illegal dildos outside of a A Wheelie Bin in Paradigm. Why do you want to know?" Roger took a sip of his own drink. "I have my reasons." Dastun stood up. "You sure can be a/an Bastard sometimes." Dastun left shortly afterward, and Roger went back to relaxing on the couch. "Roger?" he heard Dorothy say several minutes later. Roger sat up. "Yes, Dorothy?" "You were going to tell me something earlier that you didn't get a chance to finish. I was wondering what you were trying to say." A slightly happy expression crossed Roger's face as he recalled their earlier conversation. "Well… I've been meaning to tell you that you can be, uh, easy to please in bed sometimes." Dorothy looked at him. "You're a fridge, Roger Smith."

[Setzer]

Roger Smith sat back in his couch, enjoying a relaxing Saturday with nothing in particular planned for the day. The mansion was quiet, with only the occasionally distracting sounds of Norman running in the kitchen. Just as he was beginning to doze off, the unmistakable sound of We Are! forced him to sit up with a start. "Dorothy!" he called, entering the room where she sat playing, "I thought I told you that I don't like that song, it reminds me of someone I knew named Axel." Dorothy finished playing the verse she was on before stopping and turning to face Roger. "Isn't Axel that person you negotiated with who you said always talked about strange cats?" Roger nodded. "That's the one." He paused. "You know, Dorothy, I, uh, don't know if I've told you before, but you…" "Terribly sorry to interrupt, Master Roger, but Dan Dastun is here to see you." Norman stepped into the room, wearing a[n] magenta shoe. Roger and Dorothy just stared for a moment before Roger finally said "SUUPA!" in disbelief. Norman looked down. "Oh, dear." A few minutes later, Roger was sitting in the lounge across from Dastun, pouring him a glass of Dr. Pepper. "Thanks," the Military Police colonel said. "I just wanted to follow up on that person you asked me about the other day, you know, Battle Franky?" Roger looked up with interest. "And?" "Well, the only information we have is that Battle Franky has allegedly been selling illegal ferrets outside of a EB Games in Paradigm. Why do you want to know?" Roger took a sip of his own drink. "I have my reasons." Dastun stood up. "You sure can be a/an moron sometimes." Dastun left shortly afterward, and Roger went back to relaxing on the couch. "Roger?" he heard Dorothy say several minutes later. Roger sat up. "Yes, Dorothy?" "You were going to tell me something earlier that you didn't get a chance to finish. I was wondering what you were trying to say." A slightly angry expression crossed Roger's face as he recalled their earlier conversation. "Well… I've been meaning to tell you that you can be, uh, blue sometimes." Dorothy looked at him. "You're a pirate, Roger Smith."

[Kazu-kun]

Roger Smith sat back in his couch, enjoying a relaxing Saturday with nothing in particular planned for the day. The mansion was quiet, with only the occasionally distracting sounds of Norman hitting in the kitchen. Just as he was beginning to doze off, the unmistakable sound of Barbie Girl forced him to sit up with a start. "Dorothy!" he called, entering the room where she sat playing, "I thought I told you that I don't like that song, it reminds me of someone I knew named Roger." Dorothy finished playing the verse she was on before stopping and turning to face Roger. "Isn't Roger that person you negotiated with who you said always talked about fugly boobies?" Roger nodded. "That's the one." He paused. "You know, Dorothy, I, uh, don't know if I've told you before, but you…" "Terribly sorry to interrupt, Master Roger, but Dan Dastun is here to see you." Norman stepped into the room, wearing a[n] red thong. Roger and Dorothy just stared for a moment before Roger finally said "I CURSE ZOIDBERG!!!!!!!" in disbelief. Norman looked down. "Oh, dear." A few minutes later, Roger was sitting in the lounge across from Dastun, pouring him a glass of Pee. "Thanks," the Military Police colonel said. "I just wanted to follow up on that person you asked me about the other day, you know, Rosewater?" Roger looked up with interest. "And?" "Well, the only information we have is that Rosewater has allegedly been selling illegal heads outside of a K-mart in Paradigm. Why do you want to know?" Roger took a sip of his own drink. "I have my reasons." Dastun stood up. "You sure can be a/an Assface sometimes." Dastun left shortly afterward, and Roger went back to relaxing on the couch. "Roger?" he heard Dorothy say several minutes later. Roger sat up. "Yes, Dorothy?" "You were going to tell me something earlier that you didn't get a chance to finish. I was wondering what you were trying to say." A slightly insane expression crossed Roger's face as he recalled their earlier conversation. "Well… I've been meaning to tell you that you can be, uh, piss colored sometimes." Dorothy looked at him. "You're a Dorothy, Roger Smith."

[*Meh*]

Roger Smith sat back in his couch, enjoying a relaxing Saturday with nothing in particular planned for the day. The mansion was quiet, with only the occasionally distracting sounds of Norman bleeding in the kitchen. Just as he was beginning to doze off, the unmistakable sound of "Strange Brew" forced him to sit up with a start. "Dorothy!" he called, entering the room where she sat playing, "I thought I told you that I don't like that song, it reminds me of someone I knew named John Tesh." Dorothy finished playing the verse she was on before stopping and turning to face Roger. "Isn't John Tesh that person you negotiated with who you said always talked about Fuzzy Sweaters?" Roger nodded. "That's the one." He paused. "You know, Dorothy, I, uh, don't know if I've told you before, but you…" "Terribly sorry to interrupt, Master Roger, but Dan Dastun is here to see you." Norman stepped into the room, wearing a[n] Black Fez. Roger and Dorothy just stared for a moment before Roger finally said "Nucking Futs" in disbelief. Norman looked down. "Oh, dear." A few minutes later, Roger was sitting in the lounge across from Dastun, pouring him a glass of Bourbon. "Thanks," the Military Police colonel said. "I just wanted to follow up on that person you asked me about the other day, you know, e1n?" Roger looked up with interest. "And?" "Well, the only information we have is that e1n has allegedly been selling illegal gimp masks outside of a Sugar Shack in Paradigm. Why do you want to know?" Roger took a sip of his own drink. "I have my reasons." Dastun stood up. "You sure can be a/an Toad sometimes." Dastun left shortly afterward, and Roger went back to relaxing on the couch. "Roger?" he heard Dorothy say several minutes later. Roger sat up. "Yes, Dorothy?" "You were going to tell me something earlier that you didn't get a chance to finish. I was wondering what you were trying to say." A slightly dour expression crossed Roger's face as he recalled their earlier conversation. "Well… I've been meaning to tell you that you can be, uh, sorry sometimes." Dorothy looked at him. "You're a cur, Roger Smith."

[Mr. All Sunday]

This seems similar to the change one word story thread. Maybe we could do one for several different series.

Roger's Saturday Off

Roger Smith sat back in his couch, enjoying a relaxing Saturday with nothing in particular planned for the day. The mansion was quiet, with only the occasionally distracting sounds of Norman juggling in the kitchen. Just as he was beginning to doze off, the unmistakable sound of I Left My Heart in San Francisco forced him to sit up with a start. "Dorothy!" he called, entering the room where she sat playing, "I thought I told you that I don't like that song, it reminds me of someone I knew named Filliam H. Muffman." Dorothy finished playing the verse she was on before stopping and turning to face Roger. "Isn't Filliam H. Muffman that person you negotiated with who you said always talked about delicous pirates?" Roger nodded. "That's the one." He paused. "You know, Dorothy, I, uh, don't know if I've told you before, but you…" "Terribly sorry to interrupt, Master Roger, but Dan Dastun is here to see you." Norman stepped into the room, wearing a[n] peuce cheesehead. Roger and Dorothy just stared for a moment before Roger finally said "MOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" in disbelief. Norman looked down. "Oh, dear." A few minutes later, Roger was sitting in the lounge across from Dastun, pouring him a glass of shirley temple. "Thanks," the Military Police colonel said. "I just wanted to follow up on that person you asked me about the other day, you know, eggy?" Roger looked up with interest. "And?" "Well, the only information we have is that eggy has allegedly been selling illegal psychics outside of a Fish Market in Paradigm. Why do you want to know?" Roger took a sip of his own drink. "I have my reasons." Dastun stood up. "You sure can be a/an bastard sometimes." Dastun left shortly afterward, and Roger went back to relaxing on the couch. "Roger?" he heard Dorothy say several minutes later. Roger sat up. "Yes, Dorothy?" "You were going to tell me something earlier that you didn't get a chance to finish. I was wondering what you were trying to say." A slightly fearful expression crossed Roger's face as he recalled their earlier conversation. "Well… I've been meaning to tell you that you can be, uh, splendiferous sometimes." Dorothy looked at him. "You're a roast beef sandwich, Roger Smith."

[Daisuke CP9]

Roger Smith sat back in his couch, enjoying a relaxing Saturday with nothing in particular planned for the day. The mansion was quiet, with only the occasionally distracting sounds of Norman Running. in the kitchen. Just as he was beginning to doze off, the unmistakable sound of Happy Ready GO forced him to sit up with a start. "Dorothy!" he called, entering the room where she sat playing, "I thought I told you that I don't like that song, it reminds me of someone I knew named David." Dorothy finished playing the verse she was on before stopping and turning to face Roger. "Isn't David that person you negotiated with who you said always talked about Insane Deaf?" Roger nodded. "That's the one." He paused. "You know, Dorothy, I, uh, don't know if I've told you before, but you…" "Terribly sorry to interrupt, Master Roger, but Dan Dastun is here to see you." Norman stepped into the room, wearing a[n] Red bracelet. Roger and Dorothy just stared for a moment before Roger finally said "Ahhhhhhh!!" in disbelief. Norman looked down. "Oh, dear." A few minutes later, Roger was sitting in the lounge across from Dastun, pouring him a glass of Coke. "Thanks," the Military Police colonel said. "I just wanted to follow up on that person you asked me about the other day, you know, Daisuke?" Roger looked up with interest. "And?" "Well, the only information we have is that Daisuke has allegedly been selling illegal None outside of a K-Mart in Paradigm. Why do you want to know?" Roger took a sip of his own drink. "I have my reasons." Dastun stood up. "You sure can be a/an Dumb@ss sometimes." Dastun left shortly afterward, and Roger went back to relaxing on the couch. "Roger?" he heard Dorothy say several minutes later. Roger sat up. "Yes, Dorothy?" "You were going to tell me something earlier that you didn't get a chance to finish. I was wondering what you were trying to say." A slightly Happy expression crossed Roger's face as he recalled their earlier conversation. "Well… I've been meaning to tell you that you can be, uh, crazy sometimes." Dorothy looked at him. "You're a chilli, Roger Smith."