 "Cause I left my original self in the dust of the book shelf. I got tipped off and ripped half my plot off and faked it so hard that my plot began to flip flop."

"Lame!" Jack yelled, to be perfectly ignored.

"I try to rap and this plot falls on its ass," Jim rapped, "Faster than a five year old in Michael Jackson's flat."

"Nauseating," Jack mumbled.

"Come here, Reizvolle," Jim said.

"Stalin," Adam's disembodied voice came from somewhere in the mountains, "Wait a minute, that's my girl you fraud!"

"I don't give a suck," Jim rapped, "The author sent me to piss you all off!"

"You're doing that admirably," Jack said, "I guess it's time to chorus again..."

"Hi!" Jim said, repeating it all over again, "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!"

"And again!" Jack yelled.

"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!"

"And here we go again!" Jack mumbled in exasperation.

"My author wanted me to have sex with her on the fly," Jim rhymed, "The only problem is that we're in a story that leaves you stupefied. So I faked it and left her with a wink and a censored and then did her in a way that personified this plotless defecator."

"Eeeew!" Jack shuddered, "Way too literal..."

"Walked into the Louvre, thought we had this plot zipped up," Jim rapped, "Failed to make it work and then it collapsed, man we messed up!"

"You said it!" Jack agreed.

"Extra special sauce, killin' plot line talks," Jim rhymed nonsens
" Cause I left my original self in the dust of the book shelf. I got tip off and rip half my plot off and faked it so hard that my plot begin to flip flop. " 

 " Lame! " Jack yell, to be absolutely ignored. 

 " I try to rap and this plot falls on its ass, " Jim rap, " Faster than a five year honest-to-god in Michael Jackson's bland. " 

 " Nauseating, " Jack mumbled. 

 " hail here, Reizvolle, " Jim said. 

 " Stalin, " Adam's disembodied articulation came from somewhere in the mountains, " Wait a hour, that's my girl you fraud! " 

 " I don't give a sucking, " Jim rapped, " The generator sent me to piss you all off! " 

 " You're perform that admirably, " Jack said, " I guess it's time to chorus again... " 

 " Hi! " Jim said, repeat it wholly over again, " 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! " 

 " And again! " Jack shout. 

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

 " Huh? " Jack said, try not to voice bored. 

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

 " What? " Jack sighed. 

 " My name is... " Jim finish up suffice another scratch, " Jim Stalin! " 

 " And here we go again! " Jack mumble in exasperation. 

 " My author wanted me to have sex with her on the fly, " Jim rhyme, " The only problem is that we're in a story that leaves you stun. So I forge it and left her with a wink and a censored and then did her in a way that personify this plotless defecator. " 

 " Eeeew! " Jack shuddered, " Way too actual... " 

 " Walked into the Louvre, think we had this plot zipped up, " Jim rap, " Failed to name it work and then it collapse, man we mess up! " 

 " You said it! " Jack agree. 

 " Extra limited sauce, killin' plot line talks, " Jim rhyme nonsens
 "Cakse I left my original stlf in the dust oy the bmok shslf. I gog tipped off and ripped half mt plou off and faked it ro hard tjat my poot uegan to flip flop."

"Lame!" Jack yemped, co be perfectly lgnored.

"I trf to rap and tvir 'lot falls on its ass," Jim rapped, "Faseer tham w five year olq in Iichzvl Jackson's flat."

"Nauseating," Jack mumblev.

"Come here, Reizfolle," Jim said.

"Stalin," Adam's disfmbodied voice camf from someqherq in the moungains, "Wait a minute, thzt's my girl you fraud!"

"I don't givd a sbck," Jim rapkze, "Tjg author senv me tj piss you all off!"

"Yog're doimg that admiranly," Jeck waid, "I guess it's time to chorus again..."

"Hi!" Jim said, rzpeating it all over qgqin, "Mi nama is..."

"Dyat?" Jadk szid, plwyiig along.

"My hame is..." Jim continued.

"Who?" Jack xidyed.

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

"And agapn!" Jzck yelled.

"Hi!" Jim said, cintinuing to imitate Gminem, "My game is..."

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

"My tame ms..." Jin fxud again.

"What?" Jack sighed.

"My name is..." Jim finished soonn another scratcm, "Jim Stalin!"

"And hete wr go again!" Jacy mumbled in exasperation.

"My author wantwd me to rave sex with her on the fly," Jin rhymed, "The inly problem is thct we're in a stoty thay leaves you stupefied. Ro I faked it ajd left hsf with a wink ana a cansored and then did her ig a way tiat pzrsonifidd tnis pljtless deffcatov."

"Aeeew!" Jack shudderfd, "Wai too niteral..."

"Walned into the Louvre, thought we ied this plot eip[ed up," Jim xapped, "Failed to mahe it work and then ic collxpsed, man se messxd up!"

"You saiq it!" Jack agragd.

"Extra speciel sauce, hillun' poot lind talks," Jim rhyked nonseuf
"Cause I left my original self in of book shelf. got tipped off off faked it so that my plot to flip flop." "Lame!" Jack yelled, be perfectly ignored. "I try to rap and this plot falls on its Jim rapped, "Faster than a five year old in Michael Jackson's flat." "Nauseating," mumbled. here, Jim "Stalin," Adam's disembodied voice came from somewhere in the mountains, "Wait a minute, that's my girl fraud!" "I don't give a suck," Jim rapped, author sent me to you all off!" "You're doing admirably," said, "I it's to again..." "Hi!" Jim repeating it all over again, "My name is..." "What?" Jack said, playing along. "My name is..." Jim "Who?" Jack name is..." finished a "Jim Stalin!" "And yelled. "Hi!" Jim said, continuing to name is..." "Huh?" Jack said, trying not to bored. "My is..." Jim said again. "What?" Jack "My name is..." Jim finished doing another scratch, Stalin!" "And here we go again!" Jack mumbled in exasperation. "My author wanted me to with her on the Jim rhymed, "The problem that in story that you stupefied. So I faked it and left her with a and a censored and then did her in a way this defecator." "Eeeew!" Jack "Way too literal..." "Walked the thought we had this up," rapped, it and it collapsed, man we up!" "You said it!" Jack "Extra special sauce, killin' nonsens
 "Cause I left my original self iN the dust of The boOk sHelF. I Got tIppeD off and ripped hALf my Plot off and faked it so harD that My PLot bEGaN to flIp flop."

"LAMe!" jACk yElLeD, to Be PErFectlY igNored.

"I tRy to rap and ThiS pLot falls on itS AsS," Jim rapped, "fasTer than a five YeaR old in miChaEL JackSon'S flat."

"nauseaTIng," JacK mumbled.

"COmE Here, ReIZvolle," JIM SaId.

"StAlin," Adam's disembodIEd VOice came from soMewherE iN ThE MOunTaiNs, "Wait a minUtE, that'S My girl yOU fRAUD!"

"I dON't give a suck," JiM rapped, "The aUThoR sent mE tO piSS you alL off!"

"YOu'RE doIng that admiRablY," Jack said, "i guess IT's time tO Chorus aGain..."

"Hi!" jim SaiD, repEAtInG it AlL OveR AgAin, "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!"

"And again!" Jack YellEd.

"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!"

"And herE wE go agaIn!" jacK muMbled IN exaSperatIon.

"My autHor waNTed me to have sex WIth her on the flY," jiM RHyMEd, "ThE onLy problem is That WE're iN a stORy ThaT LeaveS you sTuPEfIEd. So I faked it and left HeR with a Wink aNd a censored anD then did heR IN A way that PersONiFIed this plotlesS defeCator."

"Eeeew!" jAck shuddEred, "WAy too litEral..."

"WalkeD INto the LoUvrE, thOugHt wE HAd This plot zippeD UP," Jim RaPped, "FaiLed To make iT woRk aNd tHen It Collapsed, Man we mesSeD uP!"

"YOu SaiD it!" JaCK agreed.

"EXtRa sPeCiaL saucE, Killin' Plot lIne tAlKs," jIm rHymed noNSeNS
 "Cause I left my original  self in t he du stofth e bo ok s helf. I got ti p pedoff and ripped half my  plot  o f f an d  f akedit so h a rd t hat  m yplo tb eg an to  fl ip flop ."

"Lame! " J ac k yelled, to be  perfectly  ig nored.

"I t ryto rap  a ndt his p lot  fall s on i t s ass, " Jim rap pe d , "Fas t er than a  f iveyear old in Micha e lJ ackson's flat. "

"Na us e at i n g,"  Ja ck mumbled .
"Com e  here,R ei z v o lle , " Jim said.
"Stalin," A d am' s dise mb odi e d voic e cam ef rom  somewherein t he mounta ins, " W ait a m i nute, t hat'smygir l yo u  f ra ud! ""Id on 'tg ive  a suck, "Ji m rap ped, " T h e au tho r se nt me  to piss youall  off ! "
"You' re do ingth at ad mirabl y," J ac k said, "I gues s it 's time t o c ho rus  a gain. . ."

"H i!"  Ji m said,  repeat i ngit a l lover again, "My na me i s. .."

"Wh at?" J a ck  s a id, play in g a long . 
"Myname is ..." Jim  conti n ue d. 

"Who? "Jack s ig hed .
"My n a me i s..."Jim fini sheda fter a scratch ,  "Jim Stalin! " 
" A nd agai n!"  Jack yelle d.
" Hi!"  Jim sa id, conti nuing  t o  i m itate Eminem, "My n am e is.. ."

" Huh?" Jack sa id, trying n o t to sou nd b o re d .

"My name is ..."Jim said a g ain.

"W hat?"  Jack si ghed.

"M y name is. .."  Ji m f ini s h ed  doing anothe r scra tc h, "Jim  St alin!"
"A ndher e w ego again! " Jack m um bl ed  i n e xaspe r ation.
"M y a ut hor  want e d me t o hav e se xwi t h h er on t h ef l y,"Ji mrhym ed,  " The o nlyp rob lem isthat we'r e i n  a s to ry  that l eaves you stu pe fied. So I  f ake d it a n d  left he r with a wink and a cen s ored an d t hen d id h er in a w aythat p ers o nified  thisplotl es s d e f ecato r . "
"E ee ew!" Jacks h udd ered,  " Waytoo lit eral..."

"Walkedi nto  the Louvre,tho ught w ehad th i s p lo t  zi p p ed up," Jim rap ped, "Fail ed to  make it w o rkan d thenit coll apsed ,  man we  messed u p!"

"You  s aidi t !"Jack agree d.

"Ext ra specia l  sauc e ,killi n'plot l in e t alks, " Jimr hym ed no nsens
 "Cause_I left_my original self in_the dust_of_the book_shelf._I got tipped_off and ripped_half my plot off_and faked it_so_hard that my plot began to flip flop."

"Lame!" Jack yelled, to be perfectly ignored.

"I_try_to rap_and_this_plot falls on its ass,"_Jim rapped, "Faster than a_five year_old in Michael Jackson's flat."

"Nauseating," Jack mumbled.

"Come here,_Reizvolle,"_Jim said.

"Stalin," Adam's_disembodied voice came from somewhere in the mountains, "Wait_a minute, that's my girl you_fraud!"

"I don't give_a_suck,"_Jim rapped, "The author_sent me to piss you all_off!"

"You're doing that admirably," Jack said,_"I guess it's time to chorus again..."

"Hi!"_Jim said, repeating it all over_again, "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!"

"And again!" Jack yelled.

"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!"

"And here we go again!" Jack mumbled_in exasperation.

"My author wanted_me_to have sex with_her on the fly," Jim_rhymed, "The only problem is that_we're in_a story_that leaves you stupefied. So I faked it and left her_with a wink and a censored_and then did her_in a_way_that personified this_plotless_defecator."

"Eeeew!" Jack_shuddered, "Way too literal..."

"Walked into the Louvre,_thought we_had this plot zipped up," Jim_rapped, "Failed to make_it_work and then it collapsed, man_we messed up!"

"You said it!" Jack_agreed.

"Extra special sauce, killin' plot_line_talks,"_Jim rhymed nonsens