Part 1 of 2 I lean forward in my chair as Steven enters the room. "Sit down Steven." I say, rubbing my sore neck. "Through popular fan demand, I'm going to interview you." "Okay..." He says hesitantly. "Also, quit calling me Steven. My name is Balto." he says. "Yeah, Yeah, sure." I yawn, and kick back in my recliner. "So tell me about yourself." i say. "Well, I'm really good at basketball." he says smiling. I notice the Spurs Jersey, hanging loosely about his little punk highschool kid body. "Cool." I say, reaching for a redbull. Sadly, I miss, and knock the open energy drink into my fresh carpet. "****!" I yell. He grimaces. I look up and continue. "So, I hear you're quite the hit with the ladies. Any Good pickup lines?" "Yeah. Having trouble, Zeth?" He laughs. "No!" I say, trying not to appear offended. "I mean... maybe." "Here's a tip." He says. "Just walk up to them, and say... Babe, are you a twinkie, cuz everytime i bite into you, you cream." "Aren't you a bit young to know about all of this stuff?" I ask. "Nope. Not at all." He says. He attempts to recline in his chair, but it falls over. "HA!" I yell. He stands up and glares at me. "I hear you have a bunch of Alts. Which one is your favorite?" "Aw, I can't pick a favorite." He says, then he whispers, "The statless one. Don't tell the others though." "Wait, they have, like minds of their own?" I ask, scribbling on my pad. It is still splattered with blood from the Damocles episode. As if to answer my question, an exact, albeit slightly shorter, copy of Balto walks in, and sits on the couch next to him. My live studio audience cheers. "The ****?" I ask, slightly startled by the whole thing. "Hi. I'm Balto, also." The clone nods his head. "Okay..." I mumble. "Who is your favorite player in KaW?" i ask. "Us." The Balto's reply. "Does that sound narcissistic?" "No. Not all." I assure the Baltos. "And this is coming from a guy who hashtags his own name. "Wait... are you Robin Thicke?" They ask. "Luckily, No." I reply. "Did we mention how good we are at Basketball?" They ask. "Cuz we can totally go head to head with Lebron." "Well, that isn't hard to do, considering Lebron sucks." I say. They look offended. "We also got tired of making Dick jokes, so we got a keychain with the letter D on it. Now we just pull our D out and dangle it there." "Wow" I say. "Before you go, Is there anything you would like to say to the KaW world?" I ask them. "Only to one person." They reply. Then they look right at the camera. "Rikkimaru, we ****** your dog." "Oh God." I say. "Dog gang ****." "We don't make fun of your hobbies." They says defensively. "So, before we go, wanna play NBA 2k15?" "Sure." I say. I set it up on the widescreen. Soon, I have a whole group of Baltos and Wolfies in my studio, and scarily enough, they all have their D's hanging out.
You completely ****** up your posting of it also lebron does suck also you changed many of my answers!