Cowboy Bebop Thumbnail Theatre: Bad Fan Fiction
I should mention that Toastyfrog Jump! has much better thumbnail theatres, and I totally ripped this concept off from JP. Go visit his site.

 Good evening. I'm your host, Jet Black.
Tonight I'll be taking you on a tour through some common Cowboy Bebop fan fiction. We begin with the fic that alters the ending of the TV series...

Freeeeeeee, wanna be freeeeeee, gonna be freeeee-eeee-eeeeee - *urk*
Spike: *URRRRK* *CREEEAAAK* *CRooooooOOOOAAAK*
Spike: Good Lord! I'm being forcibly reanimated!
And yet somehow, despite no longer having any purpose to live, this doesn't upset me in the slightest.
Faye: *puff* *puff* OH NO! I have arrived at Red Dragon HQ just moments too late to save Spike! See him as he lies in an ever-widening pool of his own blood! I weep and rush to his crumpled body in a flurry of rose petals and John Williams music!
Spike: Fuh... Faye.. You came for me...
Faye: Is this the part where I fall into your arms?
Spike: Not yet. My abdomen's still, you know, gashed wide open, and that kinda hurts.
Faye: Well, getting disemboweled always makes me kind of mad, too.
Jet: OH MY GOD, welcome back on board, sonny. I'll show my brotherly admiration/affection by cracking a wry joke and pretending nothing happened. Want a drink? ... Hey, w-where'd you go?
Faye: So what happened with you and Vicious and Julia?
Spike: Who's Julia?
Faye: Urr?
Spike: Ha-ha! Of course I jest. I know you won't be taken aback by how quickly (and callously) I forgot about and quit grieving over the woman I loved for the past 3 or more years.
Faye: Oh, you. Now is this the part where I fall into your arms and we make passionate love?
Spike: Not yet. We have to make the readers retch first.
Faye: Our burning hot, conveniently heretofore secret love for each other shall serve as the emetic!
Spike: I'll go wildly out of character by putting my arms around you and gently kissing your cheek.
Faye: Look at me! I'm blushing like a 13 year old fanfic author. Spike, you're so romantic.
Spike: A brush with death'll do that to you.
Faye: Let's pretend this isn't practially incestuous, and get naked.
Spike: Strange... I suddenly feel so tender. Where did my personality go? Is it the combination of Percocet and Scotch, or have I fallen madly in love with you?!
Faye: Okay, NOW is this the part where we both go wildly out of character, and I fall cathartically weeping into your arms, my heart ablaze with passion, and we have smouldering-hot yet very vaguely described sex (the actual act of which I might add is laden with several dozen overly flowery euphemisms) in a thinly veiled attempt to disguise the author's self-substitution and/or wish fulfillment?
Spike: Yup.
THE END

Blimey, that was awful. Maybe we'll have a bit more luck with the next story, which brings in a new character. Who could this character be?
Mary Sue : Hi! I'm the most beautiful, most highly skilled 14 year old female bounty hunter/mobster/martial artist EVAR. Where's Spike? I've got some wish fulfillment to take care of.
Oh, for the love of Christ!