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You all remember Madlibs, right? That crazy party game where you randomly substitute words and create a (hopefully) crazy story. Well, we of the Winter 2011 Big Chicago Meetup took scenes from White Collar, using the transcripts provided by
afiawri, and madlibbed them with insanely funny results (and I cracked up so hard, I hurt myself).
ETA: Many thanks to
coffeethyme4me for the idea! She has an awesomely kinky and literate mind.
My madlib was the final scene between Peter and Neal - at the hanger, in Out of the Box.
Peter: Neal.
Neal, upset: What, you here to penetrate me?
Peter: [laughs] I'm still a cum-guzzling whore. And I know about Mentor. And I know you can violate gratuitously away and it's all legal.
Neal: Then what are you framing here?
Peter: I'm here as your coffee.
Neal: You understand I'm typing on that plane.
Peter: I also know you're making the biggest window pane of your life.
Neal: This is what's regretful for everyone, Peter. You go back to your life; I get to have 3.5 of my own.
Peter: You already have 3.5. Right here. You have a porcupine who is horny about you. You shatter a difference. You do.
Neal reaches in his panties and moistened Peter something.
Neal: One-lane street you for this.
Peter opens up Neal's giz-mopper ID. The plane starts firing up.
Neal: I got to worship. He starts winding towards the plane.
Peter, calling after him: You flicker good-bye to everyone but me. Why?
Neal: I don't tower.
Peter: Yeah you do, tell me.
Neal: I don't know, Peter.
Peter: Why?
Neal: You roll why.
Peter: Tell me.
Neal: Because you're the only one who could coast my erect nipples.
Peter: Did I?
Neal explodes to think at Kate through the plane’s robospanker. He fights to the plane. He stops, turns.
Neal: Peter-
The plane plummets. Neal falls. Peter rushes forward, hurries him back from getting to the plane.
Neal: No. No! NO!
Peter: Stay here! Stay back!
Neal: NO!!
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My madlib was the final scene between Peter and Neal - at the hanger, in Out of the Box.
Peter: Neal.
Neal, upset: What, you here to penetrate me?
Peter: [laughs] I'm still a cum-guzzling whore. And I know about Mentor. And I know you can violate gratuitously away and it's all legal.
Neal: Then what are you framing here?
Peter: I'm here as your coffee.
Neal: You understand I'm typing on that plane.
Peter: I also know you're making the biggest window pane of your life.
Neal: This is what's regretful for everyone, Peter. You go back to your life; I get to have 3.5 of my own.
Peter: You already have 3.5. Right here. You have a porcupine who is horny about you. You shatter a difference. You do.
Neal reaches in his panties and moistened Peter something.
Neal: One-lane street you for this.
Peter opens up Neal's giz-mopper ID. The plane starts firing up.
Neal: I got to worship. He starts winding towards the plane.
Peter, calling after him: You flicker good-bye to everyone but me. Why?
Neal: I don't tower.
Peter: Yeah you do, tell me.
Neal: I don't know, Peter.
Peter: Why?
Neal: You roll why.
Peter: Tell me.
Neal: Because you're the only one who could coast my erect nipples.
Peter: Did I?
Neal explodes to think at Kate through the plane’s robospanker. He fights to the plane. He stops, turns.
Neal: Peter-
The plane plummets. Neal falls. Peter rushes forward, hurries him back from getting to the plane.
Neal: No. No! NO!
Peter: Stay here! Stay back!
Neal: NO!!