(Gypsy is looking at a laptop while Tom's hand is on the touch pad)
Tom: Now?
Gypsy: No.
(Gypsy makes small content sounds as she reads what's on the laptop)
Tom: Now?
Gypsy: No.
(Crow enters, curious)
Gypsy: Now.
(Tom pulls back his arm by moving his body and "scrolls" down)
Crow: Hey, Tom. Hey, Gyps. What's going on?
Tom: That stupid Lexsi Marinn sent her another draft of her good stories.
Crow: Oh. How is it, Gypsy?
(Gypsy gasps.)
Tom: What?
Gypsy: Oh!
Tom: What, Gypsy? I can only read so fast!
Gypsy: They're alive! They're alive!
(Mike enters)
Mike: Hey, guys, what's up?
Crow: Hold on.
(Crow reads and gasps)
Crow: Something happened earlier and now the characters are alive I think!
(Gypsy goes absolutely crazy. She chomps down the laptop with her mouth and runs off)
Tom: You think your lives are boring? Try scrolling for her.
Crow: Eh. I told her I have arthritis in my claws, so she doesn't let me scroll for her.
Mike: She likes reading, fellas-
BEEP! BEEP!
ALL: WE GOT STORY SIGN!
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YOU ARE READING
the MST3K gang riffs on bad stories i made when i was like nine
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