Who won the baseball game?
*flicks on the tv*
BAH! Commercials...
*a certain commercial comes on*
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*appears on screen with angry Clarice*
He said he didn't want anymore help!Hello, guys.
*a picture of Hartley appears*

Look at your man, now back to Hartley, now back at your man, now back to Hartley. Sadly, he isn’t Hartley, but if you dumped your non-musical muscle man for this skinny musician you COULD be with Hartley!
Why don't you stop!?
Look down, back up, where are you? Who knows cause Hartley's noggin fills that whole picture! Seriously, why did I use that?
*buries face in her palm*What's that on his shoulder, BACK AT HARTLEY!
scream It's Hartley's rat with two slobber covered tickets to that thing you wanna see....kinda gross now. Look again, the tickets are now Hartley's green man-thongs. Yea, buddy, that's how he rolls.
*gonks*Anything is possible when your man is Hartley Rathaway and not a lady or a different man. HE LOVES RATS!
I am so, so sorry, Piper.
*starts hitting Chris*
What is wrong with you!?What I do?
gonk