Post by PreciousLittleGirl on Feb 19, 2007 6:16:34 GMT -5
Not made by me, either! So funny, I had to share it!
be our guest
wendy:
welcome, jennifer! it is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. we invite you to relax, let us pull up a chair, as the red rose orphanage proudly presents... a journey through your troubled past.
[spotlights appear on everyone from the game except jennifer, all of whom are wearing matching tuxedos, top hats and leaning on canes]
aristocrats:
be... our... guest!
be our guest!
and allow us to regress
to all those childhood memories
you've tried so hard to repress.
men on all fours,
orphan hor'deurves,
we were eaten, haven't you heard?
gregory wilson:
if i may say so, they were delicious.
and the best part? no used dishes!
aristocrats:
we tried to flee,
but given the circumstance -
unsuspecting kids -
we never stood a chance!
now we hope that you are prepared for the rest...
welcome back to the venue,
have a glass of s-t-f-u,
and be our guest,
be our guest,
be our guest!
imps:
red crayons for you!
sweep kids away!
oh but, please, enjoy your stay!
though to be fair
should you care
to live to see another day:
you alone
have been spared,
but we will try to have that repaired -
if you see us looming,
it should go without explaining,
we're not there for entertaining.
we don't tell jokes,
but as for tricks:
attempted murder is just one of our amusing antics,
while clara spews toxic waste
like a dangling demon faucet.
we're here to kick your ass,
so you had better move fast -
aristocrats:
to be our guest!
amanda:
and if you're stressed,
just make a doll in someone's likeness.
aristocrats:
be our guest!
be our guest!
be our guest!
hoffman:
had there been some way of returning
a brat so undeserving,
so ungrateful, that 'ungrateful' feels beat upon.
ah, those good old days when kids were useful...
suddenly, those good old days were gone.
all those years i had them trusting
that salvation equalled dusting...
wendy kept them obedient with her little tales.
most days went by without a hassle...
such a peaceful monarchy,
you walked in and she went crazy!
diana:
its a guest,
its a guest,
sakes alive, well i'll be vexed.
she'll be abhored, and then ignored,
and 'til its done, i just won't rest.
meg:
i'm the expert,
we'll be a team,
so back off you, 'cause red's with me.
or is it torture you're pursuing?
defile my onion sack and i'll be suing.
eleanor:
i should warn
you about that spot
you know the one, the fresh grave plot?
dig it up, its time for you to have some rest.
you'll see us there, too,
and its all thanks to you,
yes you, our guest
aristocrats:
she's our guest!
she's our guest!
she's our guest!
amanda:
be my guest,
be my guest,
someone else for them to detest.
see my dear, since you're new here,
for a crayon, i'll attack you with such zest!
i'll make you ill,
take out your knees,
with an awful squat and wheeze,
poor you, you've no way of knowing,
let me show you
what i'm sewing...
be our guest
wendy:
welcome, jennifer! it is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. we invite you to relax, let us pull up a chair, as the red rose orphanage proudly presents... a journey through your troubled past.
[spotlights appear on everyone from the game except jennifer, all of whom are wearing matching tuxedos, top hats and leaning on canes]
aristocrats:
be... our... guest!
be our guest!
and allow us to regress
to all those childhood memories
you've tried so hard to repress.
men on all fours,
orphan hor'deurves,
we were eaten, haven't you heard?
gregory wilson:
if i may say so, they were delicious.
and the best part? no used dishes!
aristocrats:
we tried to flee,
but given the circumstance -
unsuspecting kids -
we never stood a chance!
now we hope that you are prepared for the rest...
welcome back to the venue,
have a glass of s-t-f-u,
and be our guest,
be our guest,
be our guest!
imps:
red crayons for you!
sweep kids away!
oh but, please, enjoy your stay!
though to be fair
should you care
to live to see another day:
you alone
have been spared,
but we will try to have that repaired -
if you see us looming,
it should go without explaining,
we're not there for entertaining.
we don't tell jokes,
but as for tricks:
attempted murder is just one of our amusing antics,
while clara spews toxic waste
like a dangling demon faucet.
we're here to kick your ass,
so you had better move fast -
aristocrats:
to be our guest!
amanda:
and if you're stressed,
just make a doll in someone's likeness.
aristocrats:
be our guest!
be our guest!
be our guest!
hoffman:
had there been some way of returning
a brat so undeserving,
so ungrateful, that 'ungrateful' feels beat upon.
ah, those good old days when kids were useful...
suddenly, those good old days were gone.
all those years i had them trusting
that salvation equalled dusting...
wendy kept them obedient with her little tales.
most days went by without a hassle...
such a peaceful monarchy,
you walked in and she went crazy!
diana:
its a guest,
its a guest,
sakes alive, well i'll be vexed.
she'll be abhored, and then ignored,
and 'til its done, i just won't rest.
meg:
i'm the expert,
we'll be a team,
so back off you, 'cause red's with me.
or is it torture you're pursuing?
defile my onion sack and i'll be suing.
eleanor:
i should warn
you about that spot
you know the one, the fresh grave plot?
dig it up, its time for you to have some rest.
you'll see us there, too,
and its all thanks to you,
yes you, our guest
aristocrats:
she's our guest!
she's our guest!
she's our guest!
amanda:
be my guest,
be my guest,
someone else for them to detest.
see my dear, since you're new here,
for a crayon, i'll attack you with such zest!
i'll make you ill,
take out your knees,
with an awful squat and wheeze,
poor you, you've no way of knowing,
let me show you
what i'm sewing...
