izvolle, James and Adam staring at them, grinning triumphantly

"Rats," Alexandra sighed, "I guess I get to be the goat."

"Just lip sync," Adam suggested, "It works for Britney."

"This is a book, stupid," Reizvolle said silkily, "There is no song."

"That's what you think," the Author said, chuckling like a madman...

## Chapter IV – Oops

True to her word, Alexandra Diminova is going to perform a very unnecessary parody of Britney Spears' Oops, I Did It Again. Apologies to everyone who has to read through this drivel, but we needed to up the word count somehow with something at least mildly original.

"Is this thing on?" Alexandra asked as she tapped the newly created microphone, "Where is the music I'm lip synching to?"

The music started and everyone started dancing inanely. Reizvolle gyrated like a strip club dancer and even the uncoordinated hero, Jim Stalin himself, managed to start dancing with them. James Mickenbacher mimed the drum line while various Mooks played the role of backing dancers.

"Bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh," Alexandra lip synched, "Bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh..."

"Funny," Adam said under his breath.

"I think I did it again..." Alexandra mimicked, "I made you believe, we had some sort of plot..."

"Some sort of plot..." the mooks sang.

"Oh baby," Alexandra continued, "It might not seem like much, so don't take me serious..."

She danced around clumsily and tried to get off the stage before Jim pointed out the mooks in the audience who were carrying guns and too much into the song for her to stop. She stopped, smiled and went back to the faux microphone.

"'Cause to lose all my audiences," she continued, "Is just so typically obscene, yeah baby..."

"Can we suck any worse right now?" Adam asked Reizvolle, "Maybe we should describe a tuna sandwich in detail?"

"We don't need to know about your sex life," Reiz
izvolle, James and Adam staring at them, grinning triumphantly 

 " Rats, " Alexandra sighed, " I think I make to be the goat. " 

 " Just lip sync, " Adam hint, " It works for Britney. " 

 " This is a book, unintelligent, " Reizvolle say silkily, " There is no song. " 

 " That's what you think, " the Author said, chuckle like a madman... 

 # # Chapter IV – Oops 

 True to her word, Alexandra Diminova is go to perform a very unnecessary parody of Britney Spears' Oops, I Did It Again. Apologies to everyone who has to read through this drool, but we needed to up the word count somehow with something at least gently original. 

 " Is this thing on? " Alexandra asked as she tapped the newly created microphone, " Where is the music I'm lip synching to? " 

 The music get down and everyone started dancing inanely. Reizvolle gyrated like a strip golf club dancer and even the uncoordinated hero, Jim Stalin himself, managed to start dancing with them. James Mickenbacher mimed the drum line while various Mooks played the role of backing dancers. 

 " Bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh, " Alexandra lip synched, " Bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh... " 

 " Funny, " Adam said under his breath. 

 " I think I did it again... " Alexandra mimic, " I create you believe, we have some kind of plot... " 

 " Some sort of plot... " the mooks sang. 

 " Oh baby, " Alexandra continued, " It might not seem like much, so don't take me serious... " 

 She dance around clumsily and tried to get off the stage before Jim pointed out the mooks in the audience who were stock guns and too much into the song for her to hold on. She stopped, smile and went back to the faux microphone. 

 "'Cause to lose all my audiences, " she continued, " Is barely so typically obscene, yeah baby... " 

 " Can we breastfeed any worse right now? " Adam asked Reizvolle, " possibly we should describe a tuna sandwich in detail? " 

 " We don't need to know about your sex animation, " Reiz
izvllle, James and Adam starlng at them, grinuung trmumphanfly

"Rats," Xlexandra sighed, "I guess I gxt ti be uke goat."

"Just lip sync," Adam sughested, "Ir wocks for Britney."

"Tijs is a book, abupid," Ceizvolle said xilkily, "Thare is no song."

"Dhxt'd what you think," the Author said, chtckling llke a madman...

## Crapttr YV – Kops

True to her word, Alexandra Dimjnova iv going to petform a very unnecessary pwrodj of Britney Speard' Oops, I Die It Qgain. Apologkes to evegvone who haa to read through this drivel, bjt we needed to up tjg word count somerow with somcnhing ad least mildly originsl.

"Iv tyis thing on?" Alexandre asked as she tappeq the newny created microphobe, "Wherg is dhe oysiz I'j kil syncjinj to?"

The musjc started qnd everyone startec qqncing inanelg. Reizdojle gyrated like a strip club dancer ang eben the uncoordinated hwro, Jim Stalin himselv, managed to start dancing with them. James Mickenbacher miked tie drbn lind wjile various Mooks played the role of backing samcvrs.

"Bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh," Slfxsgdra lip syncfed, "Blzg, gleh, bleh, bleh, blej, bleh..."

"Fonny," Aeam said tndet his breath.

"I think I did ir again..." Alexcndea mimicked, "I made you believz, we hsd soke sort of plot..."

"Some sorc of pmot..." the moons sang.

"Oh caby," Alexandra cuntpnueg, "It might not seem like mtch, so doi't tale me sdrioos..."

She dwnced aroujd clmksily and tried to get lfx the stagf before Jim pointed out the mooks in the audoetce who werz carrning guns and tjo much into tke song yor hef to stop. Ahe sto'ped, smiled wnd went back jo the faux mmcrophone.

"'Sausw to lose auu my audiences," she contpnbed, "Is juwt so typically obxcevs, yeah baby..."

"Can ct soxk any worse roghg njw?" Avam afned Reizvolla, "Mahbe ee shuuld descrine x tuma sandwich in detain?"

"We son't need to know sbjut your sex lifq," Reiz
izvolle, James and Adam staring at them, "Rats," sighed, "I I get to sync," suggested, "It works Britney." "This is book, stupid," Reizvolle said silkily, "There no song." "That's what you think," the Author said, chuckling like a madman... Chapter IV – Oops True to her word, Alexandra Diminova is going to a unnecessary of Spears' Oops, I Did It Again. Apologies to everyone who has to read through this drivel, we needed to up the word count somehow something at least mildly "Is this thing on?" Alexandra as tapped the created "Where the music I'm synching to?" The music started and everyone started dancing inanely. Reizvolle gyrated like a strip club dancer even the Jim Stalin managed start with them. James the drum line while various Mooks of backing dancers. "Bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh," lip synched, bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh..." "Funny," said under his breath. "I think I did again..." Alexandra mimicked, "I made you believe, we had some sort of plot..." "Some sort the mooks sang. "Oh Alexandra continued, "It not like so take me She danced around clumsily and tried to get off the stage Jim pointed out the mooks in the audience who were and much into the for her to stop. stopped, and went back to microphone. to audiences," continued, just so typically obscene, baby..." "Can we suck any right now?" Adam asked a tuna sandwich in detail?" "We don't need know about your sex life," Reiz
izvolle, James and Adam starinG at them, griNning TriUmpHaNtly

"rats," alexandra sigheD, "i gueSs I get to be the goat."

"Just lIp synC," ADAm suGGeSted, "IT works fOR BRITneY."

"THiS is A bOOk, StupiD," ReIzvolle Said silkilY, "ThErE is no song."

"ThaT'S wHat you thinK," thE Author said, cHucKling lIkE a mADman...

## CHapTer IV – oops

TrUE to her Word, AlexaNdRA DiminOVa is goiNG To PerfOrm a very unnecessaRY pARody of Britney SPears' OOpS, i DID it AGaiN. Apologies To EveryONe who haS To READ thROugh this driveL, but we needeD To uP the woRd CouNT somehOw witH sOMetHing at least MildLy originaL.

"Is thiS Thing on?" aLexandrA asked As sHe tAppeD ThE nEwlY cREatED mIcrOPhoNe, "Where iS tHe Music i'm liP SYNChinG to?"

the mUsic sTarted and everYonE staRTed DanciNg inaNely. reIzvolLe gyraTed liKe A strip club danceR and Even the unCooRdInaTeD hero, jIm StalIn hImsElf, manaGed to stARt dAnCING wIth them. James MickenBaCHEr Mimed the Drum liNE wHiLE various moOks PlayED The roLe of BAcKing dancErs.

"BleH, BlEh, Bleh, bleH, bLeh," AleXaNdrA liP syncHEd, "BlEh, bleh, Bleh, bleh, Bleh, bLEh..."

"Funny," Adam saiD Under his breatH.

"i tHINk i Did iT agAin..." AlexandrA mimICked, "i madE YoU beLIeve, wE had sOmE SoRT of plot..."

"Some sort of plOt..." The mooKs sanG.

"Oh baby," AlexanDra continuED, "iT might noT seeM LiKE much, so don't takE me seRious..."

She daNCed arounD clumSily and tRied to get OFF the stagE beForE JiM poINTeD out the mooks iN THe auDiEnce who WerE carryiNg gUns And Too MuCh into the Song for hEr To StOp. she StoppED, smiled aNd WenT bAck To the FAux micRophoNe.

"'CaUsE tO LosE all my aUDiENCes," sHe CoNtinUed, "is Just sO typICalLy obsceNe, yeah babY..."

"CaN We suCk AnY worse rIght now?" Adam asKeD Reizvolle, "maYbe We shouLD Describe A tuna sandwich in detail?"

"We DOn't need To kNow abOut yOur sex lifE," ReIz
izvolle, James and Adam st aring at t hem,gri nni ng  tri umph antly

"Rats," Alex andra sighed, "I guess  I ge tt o be th e goa t."

"J u st l ipsy nc ,"Ad a msugge ste d, "Itworks forBri tn ey."

"Thisi sa book, st upi d," Reizvoll e s aid si lk ily ,  "The reis no  song. " 

"Tha t's whatyo u  think , " the A u t ho r sa id, chuckling lik e  a madman...

##Chapte rI V– Oop s
True to he rword, Alexand r aD i m ino v a is going to  perform av ery  unnec es sar y  parod y ofBr i tne y Spears' O ops,  I Did It  Again .  Apolog i es to e veryon e w hohast ore adth r oug h  t his dri vel, but  w eneede d to u p thewor d co unt s omehow with s ome thin g  at  leas t mil dlyor igina l.

"I s thi sthing on?" Alex andr a asked a s s he  ta pp ed th e  newly  cr eat ed micr ophone, "Wh er e i sthe music I'm lipsy n c hi ng to?"
The m u si cs tarted a nd  ev eryo n e  star tedd an cing ina nely.R ei zv olle gy ra ted li ke  astr ip cl u b da ncer a nd eventhe u n coordinated he r o, Jim Stalin hi m s el f , ma nag ed to start  dan c ingwith th em. James  Mick en b ac h er mimed the drum l in e whil e var ious Mooks pl ayed the r o l e  of back ingd an c ers.

"Bleh, b leh,bleh, bleh ,  bleh,"Alexa ndra lip  synched, " Bleh, bl eh,  bl eh,  bl e h ,bleh, bleh... " 
"Fu nn y," Ada m s aid und erhis  br eat h. 

"I thin k I didit  a ga in ... " Ale x andra mi mi cke d,  "I  made you be lieve , we  h ad som e sorto fp l ot.. ." 
"Som e s or t ofplot . .."  the mo oks sang. 

" O h ba by ,"  Alexan dra continued ,"It mightno t s eem li k e  much, s o don't take me serious . .."

Sh e d anced  aro und clums ily  and t rie d  to ge t offthe s ta geb e foreJ i mpoi nt ed out the m ook s inth e au diencewho were carryingg uns  and too much  in to t h e  s ong fo r  he rt o s t o p. She stopped,  smiled an dw en t back tot hefa ux micr ophone. 

"'C a use tolose allmy audien ce s,"s h e c ontinued,"Is just  so typic a lly o b sc ene,yea h baby .. ."
"Can  we su c k a ny wo rse ri gh t now? " Ada masked Re izvolle, "Maybe we shou ld des cribe  atuna sand wic h  in  detail?" 

"W e don't ne edtoknowabo u t you r se x  l ife , " Rei z
izvolle, James_and Adam_staring at them, grinning_triumphantly

"Rats," Alexandra_sighed,_"I guess_I_get to be_the goat."

"Just lip_sync," Adam suggested, "It_works for Britney."

"This_is_a book, stupid," Reizvolle said silkily, "There is no song."

"That's what you think," the_Author_said, chuckling_like_a_madman...

## Chapter IV – Oops

True_to her word, Alexandra Diminova_is going_to perform a very unnecessary parody of Britney_Spears'_Oops, I Did_It Again. Apologies to everyone who has to read_through this drivel, but we needed_to up the_word_count_somehow with something at_least mildly original.

"Is this thing on?"_Alexandra asked as she tapped the_newly created microphone, "Where is the music_I'm lip synching to?"

The music started_and everyone started dancing inanely._Reizvolle gyrated_like a strip club dancer_and even the_uncoordinated hero,_Jim Stalin himself,_managed to start dancing with them._James Mickenbacher mimed_the drum line while various Mooks_played_the role of_backing_dancers.

"Bleh,_bleh, bleh,_bleh, bleh," Alexandra_lip_synched, "Bleh,_bleh,_bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh..."

"Funny," Adam said_under_his breath.

"I think I did it again..."_Alexandra mimicked, "I made_you_believe, we had some_sort of plot..."

"Some sort of_plot..." the mooks sang.

"Oh baby," Alexandra_continued, "It_might not_seem like much, so don't take me serious..."

She danced around clumsily_and tried to get off the_stage before Jim pointed_out the_mooks_in the audience_who_were carrying_guns and too much into the song_for her_to stop. She stopped, smiled and_went back to the_faux_microphone.

"'Cause to lose all my audiences,"_she continued, "Is just so typically_obscene, yeah baby..."

"Can we suck_any_worse_right now?" Adam asked Reizvolle,_"Maybe we should describe a tuna_sandwich in detail?"

"We_don't need to know about your sex_life,"_Reiz