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

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. ~ King Richard II, Act V, Scene V

The aroma of last night's Chinese takeout hung heavy in the air after being reheated for this afternoon's early supper. The wonton soup didn't smell quite right. Or maybe it was the egg rolls? Still, they tasted fine as leftovers, lacking of course their original zest. And the smell DID cover the reek of cigarette smoke that had been infused into every permeable surface in the room.

Bob had requested checking into a non-smoking room after a few days of the stench brutalized his sinuses, but no such luck would befall him. Only eight of the motel's twenty-six rooms were designated non-smoking, and all eight had been booked solid ever since he'd checked in over two weeks ago. The one time a non-smoking room opened up, it had been immediately given to a new arrival, which infuriated Bob since he had specifically asked not two days earlier to be upgraded at the first opportunity.

The past few days were a blur. There was no seam to separate day from night behind the thick curtains; only a barely discernible transition from gloom to even darker gloom. Alcohol smoothed out any rough surfaces, perfecting the haze in which Bob had resigned himself to live in. This dingy motel room had become his self-imposed prison cell, himself his own coldly indifferent warden.

Sprawled out on a bed in a stained wife beater and black-soled socks, he resembled a degenerate Al Bundy with a remote control in one hand and the other tucked comfortably under the waistband of his boxers. He retained his sophistication and dignity by watching the BBC, National Geographic and various other intellectual channels, as if somehow that would combat the constant assault of alcohol on his brain cells.

He'd gone and put in an application at the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant a few days earlier, and had been contacted promptly to schedule an interview with plant owner C. Montgomery Burns. Bob reasoned that if Homer Simpson (aka 'any idiot') could get a job there, then certainly he, Robert Underdunk Terwilliger, Jr., Yale graduate, esteemed classical actor and champion of high culture, would have no difficulty acquiring a position worthy of his lofty credentials. Despite his confidence, as the days wore on leading up to his interview, he found himself sinking into another pit of apathy and depression.

Now here he lay, in soiled underclothes, on a soiled bed, neither of which had been changed in days, surrounded by empty bottles, greasy takeout boxes, torn Playboys, crusts and crumbs and wrinkled, unwashed clothes. A severe case of bed head made his hair even more unruly than usual, and four days' worth of stubble gave his long face an aged look. Tomorrow was his interview with Mr. Burns, and he would arrive looking his finest, but until then, he couldn't care less about anything. Even himself.

He reached for the half-empty bottle on the nightstand, unscrewed the lid, and took a drink.

Life had been a gradual downhill slope ever since he'd become Krusty the Clown's unwitting sidekick. Always being pushed and pushed and pushed too far by one thing or another, it seemed, until one day he'd snapped and pushed back, framing his employer for armed robbery. Being foiled by a mere child, he'd snapped again, and pushed back even harder. Bob had always had anger issues, had always lashed out at the world one way or another. Why? He'd never given it much thought until recently, when he'd been cast out of paradise by his faux family and the fair-weather citizens of Salsiccia. It had been one blow too many, and in the end he'd realized that he had no one to blame but himself.

He took another swig.

It would have been far too easy to have murdered Bart Simpson, Krusty - anyone who'd ever crossed him. He was far from inept. He'd practiced archery, fencing and various other sports and hobbies that had honed his physical prowess. He was a skilled marksman and swordsman, and even without those talents he could have ended many lives effortlessly. Anyone can fire a gun or wield a knife. Bob COULD have been a murderer. But he wasn't. No matter how much his rage consumed him, he'd always held fast to a shred of sanity, enough to keep him from taking that final step into that black void from which he could never return.

He took another large gulp. The vodka stung his throat.

After all he'd done, all the chances he'd had, he'd never harmed a single hair on Bart Simpson's head, and no one who'd truly paid attention could ever accuse him otherwise. Thoroughly terrorizing the boy had been sufficient, yet it was never enough to conquer his own demons, only to keep them at bay a little while longer. It just wasn't in him to take a life, and all along some part of him had known that. It was that little part of him that spared the world from the wrath of Sideshow Bob.

Why, then, did he always allow himself to get caught? Was it some deeply rooted desire for attention? To punish himself? Or perhaps to stop himself before he did something truly abhorrent? Was that his subconscious way of safeguarding the world from his rage? He'd ask the man in the mirror, if he could only find the courage to face him. Mirrors had become enemies, things he couldn't bear to look at half of the time for fear of the monster that lived inside. This was no way to live. He had to make a new life for himself, become a brand new Bob - starting tomorrow, with his interview at the nuclear power plant.

He drained the bottle and drifted off to sleep.

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Scene II

When Bob awoke again, the world beyond the curtains was a soft pearly blue fading into grey. A sliver of the motel's neon sign could also be seen flickering to life. From where he lay he could make out the one functioning letter E and the dark space beside it where its twin had died out, rendering the Sleep-Eazy Motel the more aptly nicknamed 'Sleazy Motel'.

As if to lend credence to this moniker, the sound of girlish giggles preceded a shapely figure passing by Bob's window. A second, more rotund figure followed. Their footsteps slowed and halted just outside his door. At the sound of a key card being swiped, Bob sat bolt upright in bed. The door swung open and he found himself staring at none other than Springfield's infamous Mayor Quimby. Clutching his arm was a busty blonde in a clingy red cocktail dress. She had a flamboyant hairstyle that clearly belonged in the eighties, which, judging by her apparent age, was most likely older than the girl herself.

"Oh! Excuse me!" Quimby muttered, taking a step back out of the room. He glanced at the numbers on the door, then back at Bob. "Er, uh, isn't this room sixteen?"

"No, it isn't." With a frustrated sigh, Bob stood up and walked to the door. "It's nineteen. See?" With a slender finger he turned the tarnished brass '6', which hung loosely by a single screw, over and upward until it stood level with the number 1. It was now very plainly a 9.

Quimby looked embarrassed by his mistake. "Ah, yes, well... I, er, uh, I thought they were those, uh, fancy slanting numbers."

Bob nodded but made no remark about how their key card had somehow been programmed to unlock HIS door. He glanced around at the other doors, suspecting that they could all be opened with the same key card. It was half tempting to make a round of all the rooms and try out his own card on them just to see if he was right.

He took his finger off the brass number and it slid back down to hang in its previous position. The blonde gasped and placed her finger on it next. "Look at that, Joe! It's a six! And now it's a nine!" She twirled it up and down. "Six. Nine. Six. Nine. Six. Nine - OH! I totally get it now!" She turned to Bob with a grin that was both childlike and sultry. "Hey mister, do YOU know why they call it a sixty-nine?"

Bob stared at her, resisting a smirk. "No. Why?"

Before she could answer, the brass 9 fell off the door, clattering on the concrete walkway. The girl bent over to pick it up, giving Bob a brief but enticing view of her cleavage. When she stood up again her hair brushed the front of his boxers. He stepped back a moment too late.

"Wow, mister, you've sure got big feet!" she exclaimed, handing him the 9. "You know what they say about guys with big feet, dontcha?"

Again Bob stared at her, incredulous. "No. What?"

She shrugged. "I don't know either!"

Mayor Quimby cleared his throat. "Er, come along now, Syphilis," he mumbled, taking her by the elbow. "I, er, think we've disturbed this gentleman long enough."

"It's Sylvia Phyllis!" the girl protested. "Not 'Silly Philly' or whatever you just called me!"

"Same difference."

Bob sighed and shut the door, this time using the manual lock to prevent another key card from gaining access to his room. A few minutes later, and after what sounded like an ugly altercation with a drunk they'd intruded on, Quimby and his date finally located their own room, which, unfortunately for Bob, happened to be right next door.

The sound of moans and squeaky bed springs traveled through the thin wall that separated his room from theirs. Bob maxed the volume on the remote, but it did little good as the TV was currently featuring a soft-spoken drama on the BBC channel. Unable to tune them out, he soon found himself bothered by the scandalous noises in more ways than one. Fishing a Playboy out from under his pillow, he flipped it open to the centerfold (who bore a convenient resemblance to Quimby's date) but his heart wasn't in it.

Some of his cellmates had teased him for not subscribing to more explicit adult magazines, but frankly he'd found most of them to be nothing but stomach-churning smut. Was it not enough for most men to simply appreciate the beauty of the female form without tainting the image with bodily fluids and foreign objects crammed where they don't belong? Perhaps he WAS too sophisticated for his own good, which explained why the ruckus next door failed to arouse him.

His thoughts wandered from the act itself to the people involved. MAYOR Quimby, now there's a joke! Bob snorted. How that sordid excuse for a mayor managed to avoid bloody impeachment was nothing short of an undeserved mercy. He cared nothing for the citizens of Springfield, unless they were stuffing his pockets or sleeping with him. Bob, on the other hand, had been a very personable mayor, faithful to his 'wife' and to all appearances had been a doting father. What cruel irony that HE should be robbed of his post while that doltish philanderer in the next room remained in office!

And that bimbo... what self-respecting woman would be caught dead in the same bed with Quimby? Not counting the former Miss Springfield, whose giggles were like sandpaper on the eardrums. No self respect there. Not a drop. Francesca, on the other hand... she was a strong-willed, intelligent woman, someone Bob could have easily admired, were it not for the fact that she'd had too much self respect. She'd walked all over him in her delusions of grandeur. And he'd allowed it. If he wasn't playing the role of villain, he was playing the victim.

He rolled over and opened the drawer on the nightstand. Inside lay an unopened bottle of Bacardi next to an unopened Bible. He reached for his poison, then paused, eyeing the book beside it. His hand moved toward the latter as if deciding on its own, but stopped again. His fingers trembled, and he suddenly felt as though touching either one of them would scald his flesh. With a sigh he shut the drawer and went to get a drink of water from the bathroom sink instead.

Somewhere between villain and victim, and slightly above, was a role Bob knew he was destined to fill. No great highs, no deep lows. Just a normal human being. He forced himself to look at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, glaring hard at the man he both loved and loathed like no other. He'd lived at both ends of the spectrum, and both came with their hefty price. He was sick and tired of having to play the role of someone else, to don another's facade and act the part of jester or king, traipsing across the worldly stage in shoes that were either far too large or far too small. It was high time to stop pretending to be something he wasn't and to start living his own life. It was time to start being Bob.

ACT V: [link]
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Sorry if that wasn't the most entertaining chapter. It wasn't until after I'd posted Act III that I realized I wanted to write a little something on Bob's inner struggle, and from what I've got plotted out, there was no place it would fit into the story except right here.
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Stupid-Sexy-Bob Featured By Owner Dec 23, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Haha, this picture is worth a thousand words! Nice job! :3
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Dec 27, 2013
Gracias! :iconholaplz: Are you reading the story?
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Stupid-Sexy-Bob Featured By Owner Dec 27, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I have read yes, thoug I not understand all. Sry. ^^;
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aaaah... corrupted politics, I know something about them....................... :iconsilvo-berlusconi:


I liked so much this chapter, it is not boring for me. I like how you tried to dig inside him... I believe that behind a villain there is quite always much pain, in some way.
The Bible/Bacardi/water part is great!
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Jun 4, 2013
:bow: Thank you! Thank you! :bow: :blowkiss:
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kuroda-fangirl Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2013
I didn't think this chapter was boring, I think it is good place to put his inner struggle here, it shows that the plot will begin to rise slightly and I think it's well placed becaue it's not too soon, but not too late.

I also like how you gave him this inner struggle, rather than making him a crazed attempted murdere that suddenly has an epiphany and becomes a good person, you really rounded him out :)
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2013
:bow: Thank you, thank you! :bow: :blowkiss: :D
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ACompanyofSwans Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2012
*twitches* The neat freak in me just wants to turn a hose on that motel room in the picture ... maybe Bob too. I thought this chapter was really entertaining. Even though it was shorter on humour than the others, I think it may be my favourite. Bob's such an interesting character, chapters that focus more on his psyche work so well for me.

* Yet again, another side character pulled off wonderfully! Bob's bitterness at Mayor Quimby is so touching because it's so justified - judging by The Italian Bob, Bob was a great Mayor! He even plays football with the local children ... also liked that he's not so high and mighty that he can't get turned on by a not-so-bright chick, but also that he can't really get into it properly (Bob is SO an old fashioned romantic at heart, I can tell!). Also liked the part about how he could have respected Francesca if she wasn't just out to use him - very tragic.

* Little bit where he can't touch either the Bacardi or the Bible, but instead goes for the glass of water, was very poignant. It was sort of a nice little metaphor for how from now on, he doesn't want highs or lows - it's all about happy mediums! You're very skilled at showing Bob's insecurites, under all the theatricality.

* Nice little explanation of why he couldn't kill Bart - it's not sentimental or sappy, your reasons why Bob can't take that step ring very true.

* I like that you mention how Bob tries to hang on to his dignity by watching more cultured TV shows - I'm British, so I got a little thrill from the BBC being mentioned!
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Aug 3, 2012
LOL wow! I'm starting to think you understand my motives for writing certain things better than I do!

I love Bob too much to let him be a genuine murderer. That sort of thing really hits close to home with me. A friend of mine was murdered, shot in cold blood, back in 1995. He was only 28. And right now another friend of mine who's only 23 is in jail, looking at a possible life sentence, for being involved in a home invasion robbery that left two people dead, including his friend and accomplice, though he himself was proven not to have killed anyone. It's very heartbreaking, because I've known him since he was a little kid, and I KNOW he's a good person. His mother is a complete wreck because he is her only child and the light of her life. His sentencing is in a couple of weeks, and even I'm a nervous wreck about it. So, looking at the perspective of both a victim AND a criminal, I just can't let Bob continue down that path.

Hehe, Brits rule! :D Although I must admit that I usually only watch non-sophisticated stuff on BBC myself, like "Doctor Who" and "Keeping Up Appearances" (freaking LOVE that show! XD). Ever seen it? Bob is a lot like the main character Hyacinth in the sense of looking down his nose at people he deems culturally inferior. And Onslow just kills me. :lmao:
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ACompanyofSwans Featured By Owner Aug 4, 2012
Yay empathy! ;D

I'm so sorry to hear that about your friends :( It's awful that people died in that home invasion, but if you want justice he should be getting retribution for breaking and entering, not a life sentence for murder. I mean ... the evidence is there, he just shouldn't be on the stand for murder. It boggles my mind that this stuff can happen, it seems like sometimes the people in charge just don't understand that crime and punishment is serious business. I hope true justice is served for him, and he gets no more and no less than what's deserved. My thoughts are with him, I hope he is able to come out the other side of this in the near future and be that good person you know, and my heart particularly goes out to you, his mother and the families of the people who died *hugs*

Doctor Who and Keeping Up Appearances are awesome! Onslow's so funny, but Daisy and Richard were always my favourites - I guess I have a soft spot for the hapless, put upon spouses of these very extreme personalities! I can definitely see the parallels between Bob and Hyacinth, though at least I think he truly understands culture! But yes, they're both total snobs.
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Aug 4, 2012
Thanx and :iconhomerwoohooplz:
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TheGreatAllie Featured By Owner May 28, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
The last paragraph drives it home. It might just be the sad cello I was listening to at the time, but it makes me feel sort of tight and heavy in the chest. Emotionally, I mean. I don't have much to say but not because there wasn't much there. There was a lot there, a lot of little pieces building one big picture, a picture of a man who just hasn't figured out how to Being Bob.

Oh, yes, and thank you Mayor Quimby for interrupting. (Eye roll.)
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Nevuela Featured By Owner May 28, 2012
Thank you very, very much. I think you've actually said a lot more in this one reply than in the others. ^__^
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ohthisjelly Featured By Owner May 12, 2012
AWESOME i can finally get back to reading this. great chapter, it seems like you really understand the psychology of bob's brain lol i think it's really true that he's always either the villain or the victim.
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Nevuela Featured By Owner May 12, 2012
Thanks! After being "Bobsessed" for so long, and especially after RPing him so much, I really feel as though I've gotten into his head. That, plus I feel like I can really relate to his homicidal rage and disgust with people who have no appreciation of the finer things.
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bortmania Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
hahahaha XD
The drawing is cool
i reed the history in my house
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XD
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LOL! The first thing I thought of when I saw this picture was Al Bundy! XD Everyone needs a day occasionally like this were they just veg out on the bed like that. Some peoples problem is that this has become a daily routine.

Getting into the character's mind is always very entertaining to me and it is one of the main reasons that have drawn me to fanfiction. I like how you portray the inner struggle between good and evil and how it seemed the bible vs the alcohol was used to represent this. Bob does seem somewhere in the middle, yet I've always believed he seemed on the edge of both... ready to snap any minute, rarely striking a balance between the two extremes of good and evil.
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2012
Thanks for yet another glowing review! :glomp: It always makes my day hearing from you. Comments like yours are few and far between, but always greatly appreciated because they highlight specific things. It's one thing to know that someone liked a chapter, but another thing entirely to know what exactly thrilled and chilled and aroused and shocked them. As a writer of more than just fan fiction (a lot of stuff I hope to one day get published) it is very helpful to me.

LOL I feel a bit guilty now because I just looked at your profile page and all this time I actually thought you were a girl! :iconhomerdohplz: I don't know if it was the avatar that did it (because it seems like mostly female characters are drawn with cat ears) or maybe I just assumed because most of my DA followers ARE girls. LOL sorry about that. It actually makes it more of an honor to have a guy like my art and writing so much, since so few seem to in the first place. Perhaps because most of my art is drawn to appeal to women (i.e. "sexy" Sideshow Bob)?
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You're welcome. I never used to review since I was new to fanfiction and shy even over the internet, but ever since I began writing, I try to leave reviews more often since it is the least I can do to show appreciation.

I get that a lot since fanboys are a rare breed in these parts and my over-use of emoticons doesn't help either. :D LOL Cats seem to have taken over my life lately since two of my cats accidentally had kittens on the same day for a total of seven and the rest of the family won't let me sell them. (Not that I could anyway) I jokingly call myself the crazy cat lady's grandson and I grew up with a mom like Ellie Mae Clampett, so I guess it's ingrained into my genetics. ;P

Sideshow Bob is awesome and his sexyness is only a bonus! XD
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2012
I'm actually surprised by the disproportionate ratio of girls vs guys when it comes to fan art and fiction. There just seems to be so many more girls who both create and comment on things as opposed to guys. I'd lamely joke that it must be that most guys are busy watching internet porn, but that would make me a hypocrite, if you catch my drift. ;)
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Guys, in general, are such visual creatures rather than reading the written word, but I guess there are always the exceptions! ;P
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Feb 15, 2012
:nod: :squee:
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Bloodthorne999 Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Bravo |3 I love inner struggles 83 They make a story worth writing instead of just reading the intended plot and making the story shorter 83
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2012
:bow: Thank you! Thank you! :bow: I really like to get inside the heads of characters and dig around for gold. :D
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Bloodthorne999 Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Gold? How about diamonds? |D
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clazombie Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Sexy and graet!:#1:
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2012
Hehehe, thanks! ^____^
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onewithmanynames Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2012
Ow, my heart. :tears: Oh, Bob...there's a thin line between melodrama and genuine despair.

Wonderful chapter, can't wait for more! Eee! :heart:
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2012
Too true, too true. :nod: There's also a very fine line between genius and insanity, and he's been balancing precariously on that line for quite some time. I think that's why I identify with him so well: the drama, the despair, the brilliance, the madness... :chainsaw: :evillaugh:
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onewithmanynames Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2012
Ditto, ditto, darling. :heart: Ditto, ditto. :crazy:
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17th-july Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2012  Student Digital Artist
Another great chapter! Finally got some time to read all of them =D
Can't wait for the next one :)
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2012
Thank you muchly! XD Next one ought to come along a lot sooner than this one did.
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afrahkhan Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2012
I LOVE THE FACIAL EXPRESSIONS AND BODY LANGUAGE USED IN THIS! IT'S AMAZING! NIIIIIIIIIICE ONE! DESPITE THE FACT THAT BOB LOOKS LIKE A COMPLETE UTTER SLOB,I LOVE THE PICTURE!
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2012
LOL thanks! He's always so suave and sophisticated, I thought it would be fun to see him as the complete opposite for once. :giggle:
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afrahkhan Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2012
WELL TO BE HONEST I PREFER HIM TO BE SAUVE AND SOPHISTICATED BUT EVEN WHEN HE LOOKS LIKE A SLOB HE STILL LOOKS HANDSOME!
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2012
Ditto and agreed! :D This guy can't look bad no matter how hard he tries!
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afrahkhan Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2012
YOU AER SO RIGHT! FACE IT! BOB IS JUST TOO HANDSOME TO LOOK LIKE A SLOB!
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2012
:lmao:
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afrahkhan Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2012
LOL! RIGHT BACK AT YA! KEEP UP THE GREAT WORK!
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2012
I shall! ^____^
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hattafan2593 Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2012  Student General Artist
Oh Bob. BOB!!!!! :no:
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2012
LOl don't worry, he'll be fine. Things will start looking up for him really soon! ^___^
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PlanetHannah Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2012
This chapter was really good! I loved it :D
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2012
:blowkiss: Gratzi! :flirty:
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BlueTigress94 Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2012  Student General Artist
:clap: Very nice! Very Dramatic!!!
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2012
:bow: Thank you, thank you. :bow:

:iconsideshowbobrapeplz: You made Bob's day too!
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BlueTigress94 Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2012  Student General Artist
You welcome, your welcome ^^

:XD: haha he made mine with his hand in his pants
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2012
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Nice.
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