 is..."

"Huh?" Jack said, trying not to sound bored.

"My name is..." Jim said again.

"What?" Jack sighed.

"My name is..." Jim finished doing another scratch, "Jim Stalin!"

"Hi!" Jim said, trying to imitate Eminem, "My name is..."

"What?" Jack said, playing along.

"My name is..." Jim continued.

"Who?" Jack sighed.

"My name is..." Jim finished after a scratch, "Jim Stalin!"

"Hi!" Jim said, continuing to imitate Eminem, "My name is..."

"Huh?" Jack said, trying not to sound bored.

"My name is..." Jim said again.

"What?" Jack sighed.

My name is..." Jim finished doing another scratch, "Jim Stalin!"

Jim did a stupid little dance and changed about six outfits in a span of 20 seconds. Really amazing the modern technology of writing. He finally came back and looked like a really demented school teacher.

"Um, excuse me?" Jim said, looking very nerdy as he did so, "Can I have the suspension of disbelief extended for one minute?"

"Get on with it you idiot," Jack grumbled.

"Hi readers!" Jim rapped, "Do you like cruelty?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Jack added and then said under his breath, "I'm sure they do if they've read this far..."

"Want to see me stretch this plot like Joan Rivers' eyelids?" Jim continued, pausing for the 'uh huh!', "Want to copy movies and get MPAA to go ballistic?"

"Uh, no," Jack said.

"How about try rapping and get messed up like this song is?" Jim rapped as everyone around looked at him strangely, "This plot's dead weight. I'm trying to get the word count straight, but I can't figure out how many mooks I want to decimate!"

And Jack Wack said: "Jim Stalin your plot's dead!"

"Uh-uhhh!" Jim said.

"So why's this rap said?" Jack asked him, "Man, you're a space cadet!"

"Well, since page twelve I've felt like I'm somewhere else," Jim rapped,
is... " 

 " Huh? " Jack said, trying not to sound bored. 

 " My name is... " Jim suppose again. 

 " What? " Jack sigh. 

 " My name is... " Jim finished doing another scratch, " Jim Stalin! " 

 " Hi! " Jim allege, trying to imitate Eminem, " My name is... " 

 " What? " Jack said, dally along. 

 " My name is... " Jim continued. 

 " Who? " Jack sighed. 

 " My name is... " Jim complete after a scratch, " Jim Stalin! " 

 " Hi! " Jim said, continue to imitate Eminem, " My name is... " 

 " Huh? " Jack said, trying not to sound bored. 

 " My name is... " Jim said again. 

 " What? " Jack sighed. 

 My name is... " Jim complete doing another scratch, " Jim Stalin! " 

 Jim did a unintelligent little dance and changed about six outfit in a span of 20 seconds. Really amazing the modern engineering of writing. He finally came back and looked like a really demented school teacher. 

 " Um, excuse me? " Jim said, look very nerdy as he did so, " Can I have the suspension of disbelief extended for one minute? " 

 " Get on with it you idiot, " Jack grumbled. 

 " Hi readers! " Jim rap, " Do you like cruelty? " 

 " Yeah, yeah, yeah, " Jack added and then say under his hint, " I'm certain they do if they've read this far... " 

 " Want to see me stretch this plot like Joan Rivers' eyelids? " Jim continued, hesitate for the' uh huh!', " Want to copy movies and get MPAA to go ballistic? " 

 " Uh, no, " Jack said. 

 " How about sample rapping and get messed up like this song is? " Jim rapped as everyone around looked at him queerly, " This plot's all in system of weights. I'm trying to get the word consider straight, but I can't figure out how many mooks I want to eliminate! " 

 And Jack Wack said: " Jim Stalin your plot's all in! " 

 " Uh - uhhh! " Jim said. 

 " So why's this rap said? " Jack asked him, " Man, you're a distance cadet! " 

 " Well, since page twelve I've felt like I'm somewhere else, " Jim rapped,
 is..."

"Juh?" Jack said, trying not to sound bored.

"My name is..." Jij said aeain.

"What?" Jack sighed.

"My name ms..." Jum fibished doing another szratch, "Jil Stalin!"

"Yi!" Jmm said, trying to imitatc Emihcm, "My iame is..."

"What?" Jacl said, plafing along.

"My ndmd ns..." Jim continued.

"Who?" Jack sighed.

"My naie is..." Jom finished aftet a sbrwtch, "Jim Stalin!"

"Hi!" Jim said, continuing fo imitete Eminem, "My nsme is..."

"Huh?" Jack said, trying not to sound bored.

"My jame is..." Jim saiq again.

"What?" Jxck sighed.

My name is..." Jjm finished doing another scratzh, "Jik Stalin!"

Jin eid d stupid livtle dwnce and chakbed abmut six outfits in a xpai of 20 seconds. Really amazmng the modern technjlogy of frnting. He finally came bqck atd lmokea liye z ceamly delenved school feacher.

"Um, ezcuse me?" Jim said, lpohpmg very nerdg as hq qid so, "Can I have the suspension of disteljef extended for one mibute?"

"Get on with it yoo idiot," Jask grumbled.

"Hi readers!" Jim rapped, "Do you like cruenty?"

"Yeeh, yecm, hwaj," Jack added and then said under his breath, "I'i sirv they do if they'ye read this far..."

"Wamt tp see me stretzh this pmot like Joan Rivegs' eyelyds?" Jum continted, lausing for the 'uh huh!', "Want to copy movpes qnd get MPAA to go ballistic?"

"Uk, no," Jsck ssid.

"How about try rappiny and fet messed kp like tgks song is?" Jim rxppvd av everyone around looked ae him strengelv, "This puot's dead reight. I'm hryinn to get the word clunt dtsaight, but I can't figure out how many mooks I want to dgcikatv!"

And Jack Wack said: "Jim Stajin your plot's dead!"

"Uh-bhhh!" Jkm said.

"So shy's thms rap said?" Tack asked hik, "Man, you're a space cwdet!"

"Qell, since oxge twelve I've felt likv N'm somewhwre else," Jim rappev,
is..." "Huh?" Jack said, trying not to "My is..." Jim again. "What?" Jack finished another scratch, "Jim "Hi!" Jim said, to imitate Eminem, "My name is..." Jack said, playing along. "My name is..." Jim continued. "Who?" Jack sighed. "My is..." Jim finished after a scratch, "Jim Stalin!" "Hi!" Jim said, continuing to Eminem, name "Huh?" said, trying not to sound bored. "My name is..." Jim said again. "What?" Jack sighed. My is..." Jim finished doing another scratch, "Jim Stalin!" did a stupid little and changed about six outfits a of 20 Really the technology of writing. finally came back and looked like a really demented school teacher. "Um, excuse me?" Jim said, looking nerdy as so, "Can have suspension disbelief extended for "Get on with it you idiot," readers!" Jim rapped, "Do you like cruelty?" "Yeah, yeah," Jack and then said under his breath, sure they do if they've read this far..." to see me stretch this plot like Joan Rivers' eyelids?" Jim continued, pausing for the "Want to copy movies get MPAA to ballistic?" no," said. about try and get messed up like this song is?" Jim rapped as around looked at him strangely, "This plot's dead weight. I'm get word count straight, I can't figure out many I want to decimate!" Wack "Jim dead!" Jim "So why's this rap Jack asked him, "Man, you're space cadet!" "Well, since I'm somewhere else," Jim rapped,
 is..."

"Huh?" Jack said, trying not to sOund bored.

"MY name Is..." JIm sAiD agaIn.

"WhAt?" Jack sighed.

"My NAme iS..." Jim finished doing anothEr scrAtCH, "Jim sTaLin!"

"Hi!" jim said, TRyING to ImItAte emINeM, "My naMe iS..."

"What?" JaCk said, playIng AlOng.

"My name is..." JIM cOntinued.

"WhO?" JaCk sighed.

"My naMe iS..." Jim fiNiSheD After A scRatch, "jim StaLIn!"

"Hi!" JiM said, contInUIng to iMItate EmINEm, "my naMe is..."

"Huh?" Jack said, trYInG Not to sound boreD.

"My namE iS..." jiM SAid AgaIn.

"What?" Jack SiGhed.

MY Name is..." JIM fINISheD Doing another sCratch, "Jim StALin!"

jim did A sTupID littlE dancE aND chAnged about sIx ouTfits in a sPan of 20 sEConds. ReALly amazIng the ModErn TechNOlOgY of WrITinG. he FinALly Came back AnD lOoked Like A REALly dEmeNted SchooL teacher.

"Um, excUse Me?" JiM SaiD, lookIng veRy neRdY as he Did so, "CAn I haVe The suspension of DisbElief exteNdeD fOr oNe MinutE?"

"get on wIth It yOu idiot," jack gruMBleD.

"HI REAdErs!" Jim rapped, "Do you lIkE CRuElty?"

"Yeah, Yeah, yeAH," JAcK Added and ThEn sAid uNDEr his BreaTH, "I'M sure theY do if tHEy'Ve Read thiS fAr..."

"Want To See Me sTretcH This Plot liKe Joan RiVers' eYElids?" Jim continUEd, pausing for tHE 'uH HUh!', "wAnt tO coPy movies and Get MpaA to Go baLLiStiC?"

"uh, no," JAck saId.

"hOw ABout try rapping and geT mEssed uP like This song is?" Jim Rapped as evERYOne arounD looKEd AT him strangely, "THis plOt's dead weiGHt. I'm tryiNg to gEt the worD count strAIGht, but I cAn't FigUre Out HOW mAny mooks I want TO DeciMaTe!"

And JaCk WAck said: "jim staLin YouR pLot's dead!"

"UH-uhhh!" Jim SaId.

"so WhY's tHis raP Said?" Jack AsKed HiM, "MaN, you'rE A space Cadet!"

"well, SiNcE PagE twelve i'Ve FELt liKe i'm SomeWheRe Else," JIm raPPed,
 is..."

"Huh?" Jack said,  trying no t tosou ndbo red. 

"M y name is..."J im s aid again.

"What?" Ja ck si gh e d.
" My  name  is..." Ji m fin is he d d oi n ganoth erscratch , "Jim Sta lin !" 

"Hi!" Jims ai d, tryingtoimitate Emin em,  "My n am e i s ..."
"W hat?"  Jacks aid, p laying al on g .

"My name is . . ."  Jim  continued.

"Who ? "J ack sighed.

" My nam ei s. . . " J imfinished a ft er as cratch, "J i m Sta l in!"

"Hi!" J im said, co n tin uing t oimi t ate Em inem,  " M y n ame is..."
"Hu h?" Jacksaid,t rying n o t to so und bo red .
"Myn am eis. .. "  Ji m  s aid aga in.

"Wh at ?"  Jack  sig h e d . 

My  na me i s..."  Jim finished  do inga not her s cratc h, " Ji m Sta lin!"
Jimdi d a stupid litt le d ance andcha ng edab out s i x outf its  in  a span  of 20s eco nd s . Re ally amazing the m od e r ntechnolo gy ofw ri ti n g. He fi na lly  cam e backandl oo ked like  a rea l ly  d emented  s choolte ach er. 

"Um ,  exc use me ?" Jim s aid,l ooking very ne r dy as he dids o, " Ca n  I h ave  the suspen sion of d isbe l ie f e x tende d for  o n em inute?"

"Get on wi th  it yo u idi ot," Jack gru mbled.

"H i r eaders!"  Jim ra p ped, "Do you l ike c ruelty?"
" Yeah, ye ah, y eah," Ja ck addeda n d then s aid  un der  hi s br eath, "I'm su r e  the ydo if t hey 've rea d t his  fa r.. ." 

"Want t o see me  s tr et ch  th is pl o t like J oa n R iv ers ' eye l ids?"Jim c onti nu ed ,  pa using f o rt h e 'u hhu h!',  "W an t tocopy mov ies and  get MPAA  to go b al li stic?"
"Uh, no," Ja ck  said.

"H ow  ab out tr y rappingand get messed up liket his son g i s?" J im r apped aseve ryonearo u nd loo ked at  himst ran g e ly, " T h is  pl ot 's dead we i g ht.  I'mtr ying  to get  the word count st r aig ht, but I can 'tfigu r e  o uth ow man ym ook s I want to decim ate!"

And  J a ck  Wack said :  "J im  Stalin  your p lot's dead!"
"Uh-uhhh !" Jim sa id .

" S o  wh y's this r ap said? " Jack as k ed hi m ,"Man,  yo u're a  s pac e cad et!"
" Wel l, si nce pa ge  twelv e I'v efelt lik e I'm somewhere else,"Jim ra pped, 
 is..."

"Huh?"_Jack said,_trying not to sound_bored.

"My name_is..."_Jim said_again.

"What?"_Jack sighed.

"My name_is..." Jim finished_doing another scratch, "Jim_Stalin!"

"Hi!" Jim said,_trying_to imitate Eminem, "My name is..."

"What?" Jack said, playing along.

"My name is..." Jim continued.

"Who?"_Jack_sighed.

"My name_is..."_Jim_finished after a scratch, "Jim_Stalin!"

"Hi!" Jim said, continuing to_imitate Eminem,_"My name is..."

"Huh?" Jack said, trying not to_sound_bored.

"My name is..."_Jim said again.

"What?" Jack sighed.

My name is..." Jim finished_doing another scratch, "Jim Stalin!"

Jim did_a stupid little_dance_and_changed about six outfits_in a span of 20 seconds._Really amazing the modern technology of_writing. He finally came back and looked_like a really demented school teacher.

"Um,_excuse me?" Jim said, looking_very nerdy_as he did so, "Can_I have the_suspension of_disbelief extended for_one minute?"

"Get on with it you_idiot," Jack grumbled.

"Hi_readers!" Jim rapped, "Do you like_cruelty?"

"Yeah,_yeah, yeah," Jack_added_and_then said_under his breath,_"I'm_sure they_do_if they've read this far..."

"Want to_see_me stretch this plot like Joan Rivers'_eyelids?" Jim continued, pausing_for_the 'uh huh!', "Want_to copy movies and get_MPAA to go ballistic?"

"Uh, no," Jack_said.

"How about_try rapping_and get messed up like this song is?" Jim rapped as_everyone around looked at him strangely,_"This plot's dead weight._I'm trying_to_get the word_count_straight, but_I can't figure out how many mooks_I want_to decimate!"

And Jack Wack said: "Jim_Stalin your plot's dead!"

"Uh-uhhh!"_Jim_said.

"So why's this rap said?" Jack_asked him, "Man, you're a space_cadet!"

"Well, since page twelve I've_felt_like_I'm somewhere else," Jim rapped,