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Being Bob, Act II by Nevuela Being Bob, Act II by Nevuela
Act II, Scene I

But then I sigh, and, with a piece of Scripture, tell them that God bids us do good for evil: and thus I clothe my naked villainy with odd old ends stol'n forth of holy writ, and seem a saint when most I play the devil. ~ King Richard III, Act I, Scene III

The grating beep of the digital alarm clock on the bedside stand fished Bob from the depths of uneasy sleep. Lifting an arm that felt like lead, he slammed his fist down on the blasted device three or four times before hitting the snooze button. The stale reek of vodka and cigarette smoke permeated the rundown motel room. The former he could deal with, having brought it with him from the nearest liquor store the night before, but the latter offended his sinuses, which he now cleared with the disgusting snorting noise typical of most men in the morning. Painfully hungover, Bob cracked a bleary eye open and attempted to focus it on the glowing red numbers on the alarm clock. It read 10:18 a.m.

The musty sheets tangled around his gangly legs as he bolted out of bed, though they barely hindered him in his haste to get ready. How many times had he hit the snooze button? Having no recollection of hearing the alarm go off at all before now, Bob swore to himself yet again to lay off the bottle as he searched his suitcase for a decent suit. Oh, why the hell hadn't he laid his clothes out the night before? And why didn't this damnable motel provide irons? If there'd been enough time he would have tossed his wrinkled dress shirt into a dryer in the laundry room to smooth it out, but alas, he was going to be late for his job interview at Costingtons if he dallied another minute.

It would have been quicker to take a taxi, but he had to budget his remaining money carefully after having spent such a large portion of it on airfare to return to Springfield. Throwing on a hefty splash of cologne to suffice for deodorant, Bob sprinted out the door to the bus stop in front of the motel. With a toothbrush crammed in his mouth and a hairbrush in his hair, he boarded the city bus, breathing a sigh of relief for having made it on time. He took a seat at the back, wishing to remain inconspicuous as he finished up what he hadn't had time to do in his room. He rebuttoned his crooked shirt and straightened his tie, then began brushing his teeth. It was then that he noticed a teenage couple, both riddled with piercings, staring boldly at him from three seats up. He paused to shoot them a glare.

Bob sighed. Why Springfield? It was a question he'd been asking himself for years. For a man who was born and bred in England to end up in what had been nicknamed "The Hypoactive Pituitary Gland of America" (not to be confused with Portland, Oregon, "The Hyperactive Pituitary Gland of America"). There was really no way to account for such a step down from grace, but this time he really had nowhere else to go. Staying in Italy would never have worked out, and sadly, neither would returning to England.

As he finished brushing his teeth, Bob suddenly realized he had nowhere to spit. He tried the nearest window. It opened only about two inches from the top and jammed. Of course. Well, he certainly wasn't going to make an ass of himself by standing up and trying to squeeze his lips through that narrow opening. Perish the thought! With those boorish kids still watching, he glowered directly at them as he swallowed. The toothpaste hit his sour stomach like a mini H-bomb. The teens sniggered at the ugly face he made and turned away, unscalded by his glare.

"Sicko," murmured the girl.

"You mean 'psycho'," quipped her boyfriend, and they laughed again.

With a growl, Bob wiped away the bit of toothpaste foam that had trickled from the corner of his mouth. It wasn't until he checked his watch a minute later that he noticed the white spots on the crotch of his charcoal gray slacks. Accursed toothpaste! Would he even have time to wash it off before his interview? Not with his recent luck, he was certain. Of course, he'd be damned if he wasn't going to try.

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Scene II

Bob bolted out of the men's room at Costingtons, the crotch of his slacks noticeably wet, and ran up the down escalator toward his appointment. Punctuality was crucial to a job interview, and with only one minute until 11:00, he knew that at least he hadn't missed this precious opportunity. He burst into the management office on the third floor just as a portly elder gentleman was departing. Bob skidded to a stop at the receptionist's desk, which caught him in the midsection. He folded over it with a little "Oof!" before quickly regaining his composure. The receptionist, a platinum blonde in a pencil skirt (how original) looked up calmly from filing her nails, doing a double take when she saw his wild hair. She raised a brow.

"I have an interview... with Mr. Costington," Bob panted.

"Sorry, hun. You just missed him. He's taking his lunch break now."

"But I have an appointment at eleven o'clock sharp!"

"Then you should have been here an hour ago," she answered boredly as she went back to filing.

Bob blinked. "Pardon?"

The receptionist pointed a freshly filed finger at the clock on the wall behind him. Bob turned to see it and his jaw dropped.

"Wha- NOON? How the devil can it be twelve o'clock? It was ten-thirty when I caught the bus to come down here!"

"There's a little thing called daylight savings, hun," the woman explained coolly. "It happens about, oh, twice a year. Perhaps you should have stayed home last night setting your clocks forward instead of boozing it up down at the bar."

Bob stiffened. "For your information, Miss..." he glared at her nametag, "Naegle, I was nowhere near one of those loathesome speakeasies last night. I bought my poison from a liquor store and drank alone in a motel room," he declared with wounded pride.

Miss Naegle sighed and stood up to reach for some papers across the desk. "Give me your name and I'll reschedule you."

Bob waved a hand dismissively. "No, no. Don't bother. I already look a pathetic fool. Why prove it by crawling back in here on my hands and knees begging for another chance?"

She set the papers down. "If you're here for the sales associate position, consider it gone. Mr. Costington only hires men with a backbone."

Bob frowned. "I assure you, madam, I have a backbone."

Miss Naegle glanced downward and smirked. "Well, I don't know about that, but from the look of it, I'd say you've definitely got yourself a frontbone!"

Bob also looked down, realizing first that his pants were still wet, and second that he was sporting a rather conspicuous bulge. With a blush he covered himself quickly. "It's not what it looks like!"

The woman chuckled. "Well, I know one place that's hiring," she purred, lowering her lashes to gaze up at him seductively. "Might be just the position for a man of your..." her gaze fell again to his covered crotch, then further to his enormous shoes, "...stature."

"Oh? And where might that be?" he asked, ignoring her covetous glances.

Bob walked out of Costingtons a few minutes later and stopped at the nearest phone booth. He dialed the number the receptionist had given him and waited. After two rings someone picked up. Techno music and catcalls were heard in the background as a woman's voice answered "Springfield Stallions, all nude male review, where our dancers have the biggest 'poles' in town. How may I help you?"

Bob hung up the phone with a blush.

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Scene III

With today's edition of the Springfield Shopper tucked under his arm, Bob stepped off the bus and looked around. Right away he spotted the 'help wanted' sign in the window of what appeared to be a comic book store. Purple letters above the door read THE ANDROID'S DUNGEON & BASEBALL CARD SHOP. Bob smirked. Seriously? Just to be sure he had the right address, he thumbed through the paper until he found the employment section and briefly skimmed over the ads he'd circled earlier that morning.

The Superman theme played when he entered the shop, a rather ostentatious announcement of the arrival of potential customers. An obese man sitting behind the cashier's counter looked up from reading Radioactive Man vs Biclops: Bye Bye Nerdy. He stared at Bob's hair. "Sorry, pal, but the Yu-Gi-Oh! cosplay convention has been relocated to the Chuck E. Cheese's on Northbrook Boulevard due to a disagreement over whether or not Yubel is female or shemale. I maintain that she is exclusively female for reasons too personal to divulge outside of a chatroom."

Bob smirked. "I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about, sir." He glanced around the shop as he approached the counter. "I am merely here to inquire about the employment opportunity listed in today's paper." He laid said paper out on the counter and pointed to one of the circled ads. "Individual wanted for highly classified position. Criminal record a must. Inquire in person. Skeletor, Darth Maul and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named look-alikes need not apply."

Comic Book Guy looked from the ad to Bob's face with a raised brow.

"Huh. I didn't think anyone would actually take me seriously." He sighed and hauled himself to his feet, his chair emitting a deep groan of relief. "All right then, here's the lowdown: I need an able-bodied man to dress in costume and portray various supervillains for 'March Madness and Mayhem', a month-long event sponsored by Marvel Comics."

Bob stood up straighter and put on a suave grin. "Well, I don't mean to boast, but you are looking at the renowned Robert Underdunk Terwilliger, a classically trained thespian who has breathed life into the roles of some of literature's greatest villains! And if you were serious about that criminal record..."

Comic Book Guy held up a hand. "Please, I know exactly who you are, Sideshow Bob." He spoke the name as though it left a bad taste in his mouth. "You played second banana to television's biggest buffoon for a decade, then framed said buffoon for armed robbery, only to be foiled by an eight-year-old boy - a boy that you, a grown man, are incapable of killing. Your gross incompetence leads me to doubt your ability to assume the persona of even the most inept supervillain's dispensable henchman."

Bob growled and raised a fist to shake dramatically. "How dare you! I'll have you know that it was never my intention to murder, but rather to terrorize the Simpson brat! To leave him alive and quivering in a constant state of fear until the sweet release of death beckons seductively from its impervious abyss ... THAT, my good sir, is the true essence of villainy!"

Comic Book Guy snorted. "Ha! Your dialogue inspires less terror than Hitler on helium! Without even taking your lackluster record into account, I can tell you that your appearance alone is a bad joke for which some hairdresser somewhere should be punished. You look like the deranged progeny of Harley Quinn and Syndrome." He held his thumb and pinky next to his head to simulate a phone. "Hello? Yes, of course I'll tell him. That was Cousin Itt. It seems his Irish cousin has gone missing and was last seen with a man of your physical description. Ah! And there he is!" He gestured at Bob's hair.

It took all of his restraint not to punch the fat man in the mouth and to walk away with the remainder of his dignity intact. As Sideshow Bob exited the shop, the Superman theme played again, mocking his perpetual defeat. Comic Book Guy tsk-tsked and picked up his copy of Radioactive Man, his chair complaining loudly as he settled into it again.

"Worst. Villain. Ever."

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Scene IV

"How did it come to this?" Bob muttered as he swept the empty corridors of Springfield Elementary School. "To go from mayor to janitor in one fell swoop. How cruel is Fate to have orchestrated such a thing?" he demanded of a wall-mounted drinking fountain on which a cleverly placed figure of a man urinating had been etched by an anonymous student. Bob smirked at it, then sighed and continued down the hall. "Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course."*

The sound of footsteps coming toward him in the empty hall came to a sudden halt.

"Ach! What's this? Another janitor? I'll tear that nancy Skinner a new one for this!"

Bob paused at the heavy Scottish accent and looked up to see a very irate and grizzled-looking man standing before him. "Ah, you must be the other custodian whose, er, disregard for personal hygiene bars him from working indoors."

The man furrowed his thick brow. "Aye, and you must be the pretty boy who's too good to stick his hands down a clogged toilet! Ach, nooo, that's Willie's job!"

The way he spoke left Bob wondering whether or not that was something to be proud of. "Well, since it isn't in my job description to tend to the plumbing, I am inclined to agree." He stepped around Willie, detouring a pile of dust with his push broom. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've a job to finish." But Willie stepped in front of him again. They were right outside the principal's office.

"Ahhh, yeh think yer better than Willie, do yeh? Yeh mamby-pamby English think yeh can outsweep a Scot! Well I'll show yeh a thing or two! Gimme that broom, yeh tea-suckin', crumpet-munchin', inbred island monkey!"

Bob clutched the broom tighter and stood up straight, looking down now on the hunched-over groundskeeper. "Sir, I wonder how you can be so dense as not to realize that you and I hail from the same island. Your level of ignorance is as outstanding as it is banal."

"Ain't it jest like yeh smarmy bastards teh flaunt yer big fancy words an' think yer smarter than us!"

"Well, I'm not one to brag, but I did graduate from Yale," Bob answered coolly.

"Oooh, la-dee-da! Looks like 'Yale' be gettin' a right promotion then - from both me fists!"

A door to Bob's left opened just then, and out stepped Principal Skinner. "Is there a problem here?" he asked, looking from one janitor to the other curiously.

Bob stepped forward. "Normally I wouldn't be so bold as to issue a complaint my first day on the job, but yes, Mr. Skinner, it would seem that I've become the victim of discrimination by your other custodian. He's made some very pejorative statements concerning my nationality."

To his surprise, Skinner chuckled. "Oh, that. Willie isn't discriminating, Mr. Terwilliger, I can assure you. He hates everyone equally. Isn't that right, Willie?"

The man in question sneered. "Aye, not as much as I hate you, yeh pansy-pickin' mama's boy."

Skinner nodded. "There you go!"

Bob sighed and continued sweeping down the hall.


ACT III: [link]
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*King Henry VI, Part III, Act III, Scene I
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fedechiccaaa Featured By Owner May 30, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
ahahahah! oooh, poor Bob! Why did this chapter finished so rapidly!? I was having too much fun! That's not right! Now I must read the third now! ^^

How can a person even remotely think about brushing his teeth on a bus?! I don't know if I'm the only one, but when I brush my teeth I originate a lather colossal waterfall in 2 seconds... I know that it is not a beautiful image... but I can't stop thinking about myself spouting off shamefully in a bus. Sorry, that's not elegant!!!! I woke up too early this morning, it's late, I'm loosing my own decency!! LOL! Better if I go to bed! XD
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Nevuela Featured By Owner May 30, 2013
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! :rofl: :lmao: :giggle: That is why I always have to brush my teeth directly over the sink, or else I'll make a mess! :D
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kuroda-fangirl Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2013
Hi again :).

Another excellent chapter. I agree with the person below that said you have the accents spot on. I have to say I enjoy how you actually had Skinner hire Bob as a janitor, unlike the episode where he's hired as the announcer, since it fits with his down luck he's having, I feel bad though poor Bob.

In response to you reply I admit I do at times wait until the last chapter to review, but when a story really catches me, I just have to say something right away. I definitely will be reading it until the end, and so far I have no criticisms then again I'll be honest I'm not good at giving critiques ^^;;
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2013
Aww, thanks! ^__^ Willie was a bit tricky, but fun to write, nonetheless. Bob is fun to torment, and I know I should be ashamed of myself, but things will only get worse from here on out... at least for a while. ;)

I'm guilty of that too, and sometimes worse, when I read something and don't comment at all. I've done that so much over the years that I started feeling really guilty, and now I make sure not to read anything unless I am ready to take the extra time to write a decent review. And if I read something I truly don't enjoy at all, I don't comment because I honestly wouldn't have anything nice to say and I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings if I'm not offering constructive criticism.
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17th-july Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013  Student Digital Artist
It's incredible, I listen to the voices of the characters as they speak. You wrote Willie's and Francesca's accents so perfectly!
I'm reading all 'Being Bob's this time, no pauses.
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013
:icondancingplz: YAY!!! :icondeathhugplz: My work here is done!

Or maybe not, since I have a few chapters left to write. :p
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17th-july Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013  Student Digital Artist
how much time does it take you to complete a chapter?
i was going to ask what takes more time, writing or drawing, but i'm pretty sure is the writing, no?
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013
Yeah, the writing takes longer. Once I actually get started on a new chapter, I usually finish it in one to three days, depending on length and how inspired I am. Some I more or less make up as I go, with only a very basic plot point to guide me.

Illustrations take only a couple of hours, from rough sketch to finished product.

The next chapter is going to require some extra work and research. It's going to be a flashback to Bob's life in Italy. It will mainly be "The Italian Bob" from Bob's point of view, and including "behind the scenes" stuff that neither the Simpsons nor us viewers saw. I'm going to have to re-watch that episode and record some of the dialogue in order to write the chapter.
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17th-july Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2013  Student Digital Artist
Yeah i think it depends a lot on the inspiration you have at the time. It's hard to produce anything when you're not in the mood for it, I think I would take longer than you do to write a chapter as long as yours, between having the idea, writing and reviewing everything.
I see. You make your comics very quickly too.
Oh it seems very interesting! You surely put a lot of effort in this story! Also, the lines from Shakespeare's plays, and the lines in french, you had to research them too or you already knew some?
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2013
You mean Italian? Because I don't recall using any French. But yes, I just did a Google search for things like "best Shakespeare quotes" or "Shakespeare quotes on (insert subject here)".

The Italian was translated via Google Translate, although I also used a second translator website just to make sure I got the same exact translation both times. Since it's not being translated by a human, you can't know for sure if the website is really translating correctly.

One way to check is to take the Italian translation of your English phrase and feed it back into the translator, and see what it says in English. Often it does not say the same exact thing you wrote in English originally. In fact, sometimes one of the words gets translated into a completely different meaning.

Take the word "over," for example. In English it means both "done" and "above." But say you wrote "I'm glad this trip is over with." It could get translated as "I'm glad this trip is above with." Or the prhase "That wound looks pretty bad" could come back as "That wound sees beautiful bad," because the words "looks" and "pretty" may not translate properly since they have varied meanings in English.
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17th-july Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2013  Student Digital Artist
Uuuuugh oh God, yes I did mean Italian, my mistake. :/
I was wondering exactly because of this. Everytime I'm going to translate phrases I have this kind of problem. Sometimes, in languages like English or Spanish, that I know better, I fix the mistakes with my own knowledge. But other more complicated, like one day when I tried to translate a phrase to polish, I had a lot of trouble.
So you can't fully trust it's going to be completely right when you translate through internet, because yeah there are these kind of words that have more than one meaning.
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2013
Just try translating it backwards. Once you've translated from English to another language, take that phrase and translate it back into English. It's helped me fix some pretty bad mistakes. I had to do that a lot for Francesca's dialogue, which is why the English translations are so simplified and lame (for lack of a better word). It's kind of embarrassing how her words translate back into English, but I had to write it that way in order for it to make sense in both languages. I don't want to be called out by somebody who speaks fluent Italian for some mistake I made, or to accidentally offend someone.
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ACompanyofSwans Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2012
Hehe I LOVE how totally disgusted yet resigned to his fate Bob looks in the pictures...

* I love how you're still keeping Bob in character, yet he's also . . . real. Ugh, better way to put it ... like how he's still well spoken and cultured, but he's still a human guy, like with that snorting thing when he wakes up, going on drinking binges etc. Also, much as I love Bob . . . I like how he gets humiliated quite a bit in this chapter! I've read a few fics where people just present Bob as this perfectly poised Bond villain and forget that his charm comes from being an incredibly smart guy who's trampled over by idiots! As Krusty says, "the pie gag's only funny when the sap's got dignity." You got that down pat.

* Two of my favourite side characters popped up, yay! The parts with Comic Book Guy and Willie ... oh my word, they literally had me laughing out loud. They were so in character, and I loved Bob's frazzled reactions. I'm so in love with how your love and understanding of this world and these characters shines through in the writing, particularly the dialogue. Highlights were, "Worst. Villain. Ever" and, "Not as much as I hate you, yeh pansy pickin' mama's boy." Perfection.

* Again, the prose is really polished and accomplished, especially liked that bit about the toothpaste hitting Bob's stomach like an H-Bomb. But this was a less introverted, more dialogue based chapter than the last one . . . you can do both wonderfully!

* Enjoyed Lindsay's appearance, she was as sassy and forward as ever. I wonder if she and Bob would clash over their views of the youth, since she hates them, and he kind of wants to 'save' them ... ramblings are ramblings.

Really energetic chapter, due to the pacing it reads like the first act of a real Simpsons episode! Well done!
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2012
Once again: wow. You keep giving me reviews like this and I'M the one who's going to find myself writing reviews of YOUR reviews! :D

Krusty was certainly right about that, and I'm beginning to realize that more and more. Is it wrong that I enjoy tormenting and humiliating Bob so much? :D

Comic Book Guy and Willie were SO fun to write! I actually surprised myself with CBG's dialogue. His was the most fun to write. It was almost like he just came to life and wrote himself! As you will probably notice in the next few chapters, I believe I did a decent job on other characters too. ^___^

I've been watching The Simpsons ever since they first aired in 1989, when I was 9 years old. Many of the characters are like relatives to me, I know them so well and they're such a constant presence in my life. Many aspects of their personalities have become like second nature to me. While writing this story, I could hear them speaking in my mind with such clarity, it was as though the writers ghost wrote through me and the voice actors were having a recording session right inside my head. :D
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ACompanyofSwans Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2012
Haha well if it ever gets too much don't feel obligated to reply to all of them - don't get me wrong, I love chatting, especially about writing and these characters, but I'm very aware that you're very popular and probably getting loads of feedback all the time!

Hehe no it's not wrong - or if it is, at least it would seem you're in good company!

So far you've done a great job on the other characters, can't wait to see who else pops up!

Well, it's official - those writers need you on their team! They're reaching out to you.
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2012
I enjoy both reading and replying to comments. It's fun to discuss all things Bob with a fellow fan. :hug:
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ACompanyofSwans Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2012
Awesome, I can put my silly paranoias about being a pain aside then!
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2012
:iconburnsexcellentplz: Excellent!
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TheGreatAllie Featured By Owner May 28, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Daylight Savings Time, my arch nemesis. We meet again, and this time you're taking a dear fictitous character down with me. Oh, believe me, DST. Your time will come. Oh how it will come.

Loved Naegle's inclusion. Every incidental character has to be somebody, because The Simpsons has reached the point where, well, there are no incidental characters. Everybody is somebody.

Comic Book Guy is condescending as always, I see. Two hits in a row to Bob's pride. Especially stripping him of his dignity by spitting on his theater career. And then the third and final strike of the chapter, the janitor job. What a conga line of humiliation for our dear Bob. I would say he has nowhere to go but up but... well, I've read this story before XD.

Willie and Bob... never saw those two in the same room before, and as I expected it just would not end well. "Looks like 'Yale' be gettin' a promotion," hil-AIR-ious. I'm friggin' all about puns and wordplay.
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Nevuela Featured By Owner May 28, 2012
Hehehe, thanks. It has been so much fun pitting Bob against various characters we never get to see him interact with in the show. So many possibilities! And it turned out that Comic Book Guy and Willie were even more fun to write than I could have imagined. Gotta love those social outcasts! ^__^
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beastchicky Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2012
Nude dancers? Now THAT's a job I'd pay to see XD
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2012
Oh would you? XD
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beastchicky Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2012
Wouldn't you?
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2012
Welllllll, I can't give anything away that will spoil the story, buuuut.... :iconhurrhurrplz:
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beastchicky Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2012
Okay,, I'll buy front row seats now shall I XD
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BlueTigress94 Featured By Owner Jan 24, 2012  Student General Artist
:rofl: Hahaha..I would've went to see him dance :meow:

Good Story! Coming along nicely!
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Jan 24, 2012
And you just might get a chance... to see him dance! :D Thanks!
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BlueTigress94 Featured By Owner Jan 24, 2012  Student General Artist
welcome! :D
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bortmania Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Excellent, these teens were very bad with Bob.
You're the best Nevuela
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2012
Hehehe, thank you! ^___^
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clazombie Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Wow!:#1:
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2012
:iconburnsexcellentplz: Another happy reader? Excellent. XD
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ChevyRW Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2012
Just a quick side-note, whnen Willie uses the word "Ach!" it's spelled "Ach!", not "Ack
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2012
You only comment on one chapter of this fanfic, and that's ALL you have to say? That I misspelled "Ach"? I appreciate being corrected, but that's just sad. :(
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ChevyRW Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2012
Sorry 'bout that. I guess I'm just not one for leaving a lot of comments.
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2012
Aw crap, is it? I've never given much thought to words like that, since it doesn't seem like an actual word. How embarrassing! :iconhomerdohplz:

Thanks for pointing that out. I shall change it immediately. :)
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LynOfManyFaces Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2012   General Artist
The second I saw the name Naegle, I thought: "OH SNAP ITS THAT BITCH AGAIN! :rage:" Lol, in every single fan-made thing that she's been in, I've come to hate her more and more each time. :XD:

Sadly enough, I understood that whole part when Comic Book Guy was talking about Yu-Gi-Oh and the debate about Yubel's gender...I was once a proud otaku, but I am now quite ashamed of my past. -_-

Poor Bob...I hope things start getting better for him soon!
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2012
I haven't read anything written by fans involving her, but in the show she's not so bad. Since she once mentioned that she's a sexual predator, I just HAD to throw her into this fic. XD Bob will run into her again, of course. ;) Don't worry, no romance there!

I actually don't know the first thing about Yu-Gi-Oh. I just saw a pic of Yugi, thought his hair resembled Bob's, and did a little research in order to write dialogue that sounded authentic to Comic Book Guy's character. The thing about Yubel I found by accident and thought that would work out nicely. ^_^

I was REALLY into Fullmetal Alchemist for a while, so I know what you mean. Saw every single episode of the original series.
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LynOfManyFaces Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2012   General Artist
Oh, really? FMA is actually one of the anime that I'm not too ashamed to admit to watching. :XD: It's not that bad, really. In my 4 solid years of otaku-ness, I've seen worse...Much worse. :stare:

Fun fact: The Simpsons and a musical called Little Shop of Horrors were my rescuers from anime. I got so obsessed with them that I completely forgot about anime for quite a few months. =D
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2012
LOL I love Little Shop of Horrors! XD
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LynOfManyFaces Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2012   General Artist
Whoa, really? What a coincedence! =D It was our Spring play at school last year, so that's why I got so into it. It even caused me to fall in love...Which sadly didn't end well. :X But I still love it!
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2012
Awww. :hug:
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LynOfManyFaces Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2012   General Artist
Yeah...It was really nice while it lasted. I fell in love with the guy who portrayed Orin Scrivello, D.D.S, but he didn't feel the same way (though we were still friends). He was in the school's jazz band with me, and was really just an all-around amazing person. :blushes: But I haven't seen him since he graduated, and I haven't heard from him since September. =(
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Bloodthorne999 Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
One thing though, I though Bart was ten O.O
Anyway, I love this X3 Comic book guy needs his ass handed to him though >.> XDD
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2012
Yeah, but Bart's been ten for over twenty years now, and with all the times Bob's been after him, in and out of prison, and then ending up in Italy with a family, I figure at least a few years should have passed by now. That's why I decided to make him a very precocious eight year old, not unlike Lisa. :)

LOL Comic Book Guy is a classic smartass, isn't he? XD
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Bloodthorne999 Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
That makes sense XD

Yes he is XDD
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ohthisjelly Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2012
YEAAAAA, this is truly awesome!!! ahhhh it's like having more bobisodes of the simpsons! really funny, i loved the 'yale' joke XD and you really capture bob's character, i can just imagine him reciting those shakespeare quotes :love:
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2012
Hehe, thanks. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. ^__^

LOL @ "Bobisodes." Me likey! XD He is rather fun to abuse, even though he doesn't really deserve it for once. Poor guy's just trying to pull his life back together. :p
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Cintaro18 Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2012  Student Digital Artist
"Excuse me miss--"
"Neagel"
Me: OH SNAPOLA COLA! I don't know HER as well as I know the rest of the characters, but this CAN'T be good from there!

*Congrats on your rat, *read the journal before coming hither* I hope when I get turned into a rat because of my inferior intelligence and beauty *obviously exaggerating with delusion* I hope YOU will be there to take care of me...
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2012
:) I don't think a whole lot is known about Lindsey Naegle anyway. She doesn't come up a lot, and when she does, she only plays a bit part. But as she once commented on being a sexual predator, it gave me the idea for her interaction with Bob in this chapter. And you are quite right in guessing this can't be good for Bob, which you will see in a future chapter. :D

BTW rats are actually one of the smartest animals in the world. Look up 'smartest animals' or 'most intelligent animals' and they are quite frequently listed in the top ten.
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