ECHO'S STUDIO DISASTER!

[madonna's child]

Originally posted by Echo:

Hold on, let me take notes...*types into PowerBook* "Bang....rhythmically..."

LARRY: And don't try to be a dynamo right off....just try to get a slow steady rhythm. Start with the bass drum...just pump your foot on the pedal, there...

BONO: *types* "Pump it...slow and steady..."

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[WildHonee]

LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Poor Larry.

EDGE: Hey, guys, lookit what I made. *is holding the tube from the tennis balls, wrapped up in duct tape and with lego structures hanging off it*

BONO: What IS that? Can we go back in time with it?

ADAM: Can we use it to revolutionize the way that Americans express their sexual feelings?

LARRY:...is it a new stick fer me?

EDGE: No...it's just....a telescope that I decorated. Youse guys are wankers. Why would I invent anything like--

*BLINDINGLY loud feedback screeching.....that is if your ears could see and be blinded....*

BONO: Now I really DO need a hearing aid. *looks around* Because remember the picture where I had the hearing aid, and my name was-- feck it all to heck.

EDGE: I remember one time I found a kite in a tree. I was flying it and it just got blown up there and--Larry? Why are you twitching like that?

LARRY: You forgot yer cue...

EDGE:??? O....let me do that one over.It just got blown....*bllllluuuuuuuuussssssshhhhhhhh** Better?

LARRY: Certainly better.

BONO: Where did that noise come from?

ECHO: I think it was Mona shrieking. Bono, lookit the state yer belt buckle's in. Come on now. Maybe you just need bigger pants.

EDGE: She's still passed out.

BONO: Good. Then I can afford to take my pants off.

EDGE: *falls over*

BONO: ....to....get a new pair....and...change....

LARRY: Edge, what'd you do with me balls?

EDGE: O Come on, now, I've already fainted.

MONA: *wakes up* Bono, I think you should write me a sonnet.

BONO: What?

EDGE: O look, Echo. I made this for you.

ECHO:! You've only been conscious for 2 seconds! How--

EDGE: *bluuuusshhhh* I AM the incredible edible Edge, you know.

ECHO: INDEED.....what is this?

EDGE: Well....I made an attachment for your Animatronic Edge. It's a detachable feature: a femal orgasmatron.

MONA: *is not mature enough for this*

LARRY: EDGE, I asked you what you did with me balls?!

MULLENGIRL: *is in a corner somewhere, Larry's balls captive, doing censored things*

BONO: Where'd I put my pants?

ECHO: This sounds like the work of Mr. Eno again....

BONO: Where are those pants?

MONA: THIS sounds like a job for....

*all of a sudden Ali enters the studio*

BONO: Ali, have you seen my pants, love?

ALI: Not recently, no.

BONO: Hm. They were just here. We're trying to work on the new album, and my pants were getting a little snug, so I took 'em off.

ALI:...who are those two girls?

BONO: What?

ALI: Well...there's one....em...touching....Edge...it seems...and one girl is....on yer leg.

BONO: O. You get used to that after awhile.

LARRY: Ali, have YOU seen me balls?

BONO: Better not have.

LARRY: Wanker.

BONO: You know, in some countries, they don't even HAVE balls. That's how poor they are. And here you are crying about how you think everyone wants yer balls. Well, they DON'T.

MULLENGIRL: ....

ADAM: Nice briefs, Bono. D'you mind if I get a new elevated thread started?

ALI: Hm...yes....we should get that covered up.

BONO: *sigh* Being me is so HARD.

ECHO AND MONA: *giggle*

BONO: Difficult, I mean.

GINA MARIE: Here, use this velvet Milli Vanilli coat.

MONA: O that's not even funny.

LARRY: Are we gonna lay down--

MULLENGIRL: *tackles* Give up yer stick, Von Mullen!!!!!!!!!!

LARRY:....are we gonna lay down the droom track yet is what I mean.....

BONO: I look smashing in velvet. If I wwwwweeeeeaaaaaarrrrrr this veeellllvveet coooooaaatttttt

MONA: *faints*

ECHO: AGAIN?! Geez.

during Larry's following speech, everyone faints one by one....
LARRY: Come on, I wanna get started on the songs. I gotta do something with me hands. I just gotta bang somethin, you know? ....guys?

Hm. They're all out cold. Now's me chance to contact Mr. Eno....I'll sell him the orgasmatron for 10 more years of looking the same as I do now....(what, youse guys didn't know where the magic came from?)

ECHO: *wakes up* I didn't know Eno did anything for good....

LARRY: *on the phone* Eno, listen. I can't find me balls, but--

MULLENGIRL: Need help?

EDGE: O my. We need a more serious environment to work under.

ECHO:...work.....UNDER? heheh.......

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[Echo]

I got as far as I could with this one...Mona, Mullen Girl? Someone pick up where I left off!

...

*Bono, Edge, Adam and Larry sit, despondent and uninspired, in the studio. They've all got a bad case of creative block. *

BONO: It's the strangest thing. Ever since I told Brian Eno we wouldn't want him to produce our next album, I've just totally lost my ability to write.

ADAM: What a strange coincidence.... *looks around, nervously*

BONO: It's like I've been cursed or ---

ADAM: *claps hand over Bono's mouth* Shh! Don't say it aloud you fool!

ECHO: *hiding behind crates* I knew it. *To Mona* I told you Brian Eno was evil.

MONA: That explains the pentagram I saw on the floor of the mixing booth.

EDGE: My therapist says perhaps if we switched roles, it might be inspiring.

BONO: Switched roles? Edge, look, if you want to be on top ---

EDGE: Shh! *whispers* Not that! I mean in the band!

BONO: Oh, whoops.

ADAM & LARRY: *cough*

EDGE: See, my therapist says...

LARRY: Oh, your therapist says, your therapist says! That girl doesn't even have any credentials!

EDGE: She does too!

LARRY: "Licensed psychotherapist and Pimpstress" does not equal credentials!

BONO: Now wait a minute...You know, switching roles might not be such a bad idea. I've always wondered what it's like to play the drums...

LARRY: *through clenched teeth* You're not....playing...my....drums...

ADAM: Alright, here. *Hands Edge his bass* I've always fancied myself a singer. *steps up to mike and sings tunelessly* SUNDAY-EE-AY-EE-AY BLOOOOODY SUNDAY-EE-AY-EE---

*Water glass shatters*

LARRY: Aw bloody hell! Look what you did, Adam! The water spilled all over my balls!

EDGE: What!? *blush*

LARRY: *Holds up a can of tennic balls* My first lesson was today! Now my instructor's gonna be pissed off 'cause my balls are wet!

EDGE: *blush*

LARRY: *tries to dry off tennis balls with rag* Oh, MAN! Now look, my balls are all fuzzy! They're harder to play with when they're fuzzy!

MULLEN GIRL: I'm willing to accept the challenge.

EDGE: Did you guys hear something?

ADAM: Okay hold on, I can do better...*sings again, badly* I CAN'T LI-UH-I-UH-IIIIVE...WITH OR WITHOUT YOU-U-O-U-O-U-O-UUUU...

*window shatters*

EDGE: Aw, feck. All the cold air's gonna get in! It'll be freezing in here! *Puts on fuzzy sweater.*

ECHO: *swoon*

BONO: Brrr...*puts on big bulky coat*

MONA: Gah! See what you've done! Your big idea caused them to put on MORE clothes!

ECHO: Oh, well I'm SORRY! Next time I'll tell Edge it might help their creativity to join a nudist colony!

BONO: *sits at drum kit* Okay, so how do these things work?

LARRY: *fume*

*Bono picks up drumsticks and begins pounding away recklessly.*

LARRY: No no no. That's not how you do it at all! You're just banging with no rhythm!

BONO: Hold on, let me take notes...*types into PowerBook* "Bang....rhythmically..."

LARRY: And don't try to be a dynamo right off....just try to get a slow steady rhythm. Start with the bass drum...just pump your foot on the pedal, there...

BONO: *types* "Pump it...slow and steady..."

ECHO: I can't believe you dont have anything to say, Mo--- Mona??

MULLEN GIRL: What's wrong?

ECHO: *waves hand in front of Mona's eyes* Why...she's been catatonically scandalized!!!



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*Somewhere, Edge blushes.*

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[Mullen-Girl]

MG: Larry I fixed your balls, they're nice and dry and not fuzzy anymore.

Edge:*bluuuuuuuuuuush*

Larry:*takes them* Thank you, you know these balls are kinda hard but I guess their good enough to bang against the racket.

Edge:*about to combust* *bluuuuuuuuush*

MG:Hey speaking of banging *grins* When are you going to bang your drums with that special stick of yours? It's longer and harder than the other ones.

Edge:*combusts*

Larryoor Edge

Mona:*sneaks up behind Bono* I'm going to Defile you *defile* *defile*

Bono:Ohhh yes baby Defile me *pauses looks around at the other guys* Uhh I mean stop it!

Larry:*snarl* Get off me drums ya wanker! I need to bang it hard now!

MG:*jumps up and down* Bang me bang me!! Uhh I mean, *faints*

Larry:*sigh*

Mona:Hoooo-ah!

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Meeting Larry:
*MG shows Larry poster*
*Larry reads poster*
*Larry smiles and says "Thank you that's very nice of you"*
*Larry signs paper, shakes MG's hand*
*MG almost dies then sees tearaway pants and gets bad ideas*

 

[WildHonee]

LMAO, MULLENGIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

lol poor Larry has no idea how hot he is

lmao!!!

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~*Mona*~
Echo's Pimpstress Protege, capable of scandalizing ScottPhisto with AngelinaLips....

97% compatible with Bono

Proud Owner of the one and only Bon Jovi soap caddy

Love me, give me soul.

The PLEBA Mansion, where the play's the thing...
http://www.geocities.com/kiti_regia/plebamansion

For the good of the nation, you must defile Bono! ~Echo~