***CRASH Cynical Man busts through the theatre wall wearing an all red suit like the Kool Aid man leaving a silhouette of his body outline in the rubbled wall***
OH YEAH!!!!!!!!!
What y'all know good all betwunxt and off up in here?
*walks to the podium struttin' like George Jefferson*
Can we give LaIdressedlikethisonpurposeRue a hand clap of praise for wearing that dress?
*as soon as people raise their hands to clap, Cynical Man cuts them off*
I'd like to thank the LGM Academy, the Kirby Vacuum Cleaner salesman, LeBron James's Vogue photographer, Latrell Sprewell, LaRue's Atlanta stalker, and the host of other people that have allowed me to use my cynical mind rather than just snatch you up by your collar and toss you down a flight of stairs.
*looks at Redy's outfit and begins laughing uncontrollably*
*collects himself*
Okay, where was I? Oh, shout out to the Grammar Wizard, ________T, and the one I thought would be my toughest competition...CSI: Blacklessburg.
Holla at ya bwoy!
***swoosh Cynical Man exits, stage right***
**gettin down on some lobster, when she hears her name called**
OMG, are they clapping for ME??? It must be the dress... thank God Marche came to her senses at the last minute. Eat your heart out, Brittany...

Steely ain't stud'in you, hon... it's all about LaRuelicious!!!!! **throws head back in maniacal laughter**

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the new smiley combo for maniacal laughter**slowly stands up with "grander than life" diva glow**
**pops last piece of lobster in mouth with left hand, while raising right hand to wave "Miss America" style**
**hears a ghastly, yet familiar sound**

Was that?
Nah, couldn't be...
Could it???
**hears the collective gasp of the audience, and snickers from Britt and all the other hater-chicks**
**feels Steely's hand on arm, tugging desperately**
**looks down to see the unthinkable**
OMG, tell me this cheap, ghetto dress did NOT just rip in front of all these peoples.... heckkkkkkkkkkk naw.....
Where is that ghetto chick from Madison High? It is ON now!!!!
**screams like a divazilla** GET ME MY CARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, NOWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And somebody get Oscar de la Renta's people on the phone now. Tell them I need a new dress. I want cream silk. Or a nice warm orange silk. With ruffles. And beading. Size 2. And I'll probably need new shoes because I'm about to firmly plant this stiletto in some teenager chick's forehead. Get on it, NOW, people. I have to be back in time for my performance, and I have yet to give my acceptance speech for the Green Bug Award. Move it, people, MOVE IT!!!!!