195.44.217.221 writes:

The scene: A packed auditorium at the Paradiopolis Superbowl Stadium where thousands of fans have turned out for the First Annual Superhero Charitython, featuring the Superladies of the BZL Slave Auction.

Cobra: This is a stupid idea. It is demeaning to women and reinforces gender sterotyping.

Dancer: It is raising money for important charity causes and is all good clean fun.

Sorceress: Then why was it suggested by CrazySugarFreakBoy!?

Dancer: I am sure that his motives were pure. After all, look how much money his mom was auctioned for.

Troia: I am not offering the same services she did! Typing and a bit of filing A-F is where this Amazon draws the line.

Dancer: Do not worry. It is all perfectly above board. Even Lisa has said she will maintain her role with strict discipline.

Cobra: That is easy for you to say. You haven’t got CSFB! slobbering in the front row with his life’s savings wanting you to play with his action figures.

Lisa: Lisette, what is wrong?

Lisette, coming off the stage in a red fury: Bry did not buy me! He said he was going to and then he wimped out because the guy at the back offered ten thousand dollars! Men are all scum!

Sorceress: Don’t be mad, Laurie. My Hatty couldn’t afford me when the guy at the back offered ten thou for me either.

Cobra: Ten thou apiece? Then I have a chance. I’ll go next. (Cobra goes on stage and is bought for ten thou by the guy at the back) Yay!

Lisa: That guy must really like superheroes. So far he has bought all of us.

Yo: Yo is being bought for ten thousand dollars for the Save the Bunnies Campaign!

Dancer: Hmmm. I am starting to get a bad feeling about this, I must admit. Still, the show must go on. It is, after all, for the orphans.

Little Annie: Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I’ll Love Ya, Tomorrow… ack!

Lisa: Put down the banana gun, Cobra.

Dancer (on stage): Hi, I’m dancer, the new superheroine on the block, and I can, well, dance really. So the lucky person who buys me gets a free dance. Shall we start at five dollars?

spiffy: Three dollars and thirty-seven cents!

Flapjack: Three dollars and thirty-eight cents!

(A fight takes place in the cheapskate section)

Mysterious guy at the back: Ten thousand dollars!

Spiffy (with a mouthful of hump): Cheat!

Flapjack (with a mouthful of fern): Cheat!

Dancer: Well, it seems our rich and mysterious benefactor has bought every heroine on offer today. What is your name, rich and mysterious benefactor?

Rich and mysterious benefactor, turning off his image-inducting cloaking device: I am the Slimy Slaver LoveToad of Frammistat Eight! I claim you all as my slaves and will transport you all herewith to my planet to face a lifetime of servitude and 18-rated fates!

Dancer, Cobra, Sorceress, Troia, Yo, Lisette: Uh-oh!

Lisa: Yum!

(There is a flash of teleport energies as the women go to Frammistat Eight)

TO BE CONTINUED.


Dancer :-)