In the not too distant future,

Next Tuesday, maybe?

There was a fanfic archiver,

And a muse with A. D. D,

The authors they bugged just wouldn’t write,

And they thought that their sanity would lose the fight,

Fearing the writer’s block wouldn’t abate,

They locked ‘em in a chronostatically modified time gate.

 

Setsuna: You stole that! Give it back!

 

(Misato, petting Pen-pen like a Bond villain cat.)

 

We’ll send ‘em cheazy fanfics,

The worst we can find,

(Except for Oscar!)

It should unlock the writer’s block,,

Unless we send ‘em blind.

(La la la la.)

 

Now keep in mind they can’t control,

Where the fanfics begin or end,

Because all those special parts,

Were forgotten in the end.

 

NUTBAR ROLECALL:

 

Weebee!

I’m special!

Jonakhensu!

Praise Jim!

Misato!

I’m so sloshed.

Deitariooon!

…

 

If you’re wondering  how they eat and breath,

And other science facts,

(La la la la)

Weebee’d probably try and explain,

But the reasoning’d be lax, ‘cuz it’s

Time Gate MSTings!