"Fine. we'll get a pizza, then get out of here. This is far to strange for discription." said Jon in Daria Morgandorfers traditional deadpan. Karyn rolled her Jane Lane eyes and grabbed Jon's habd. "Don't be a stick in the mud, Morgandorfer! We're hear so we might as well enjoy it!"
"I think it's only fair to point out that while your here because of an accidental wish, I'm here because you wished me here. Not to mention that you wished me into a copy of my least liked character from this show."
"Sorry, Daria. I like Jane Lane better than you. And whats Jane Lane without a Daria at her heels? I want to feel the whole 'Jane Lane experence' and that means that I have a Daria with me at all times...Oh great! Here comes the Fashion Club!"
Daria (no wait...Jon!) turned to see her sister and her friends (Sandy the uber-bitch, Stacy the submissive waif and Tiffany the vapid) walking in their direction. Daria rolled her eyes "Oh great, It's my sister and Lawndale's answer to the Hitler Youth."
Jon blinked and shook her head. He was realy starting to react to things like her was Daria! This was too much!
