Chapter 120: Speed is One Hell of a Drug

*In Andor's Palace*

Lyda: I'm adopted, right?

Chaos Brother: Nope.

Lyda: Well, one can hope.

Andor: *wearing a cowboy hat and running around with a stick horse*

Lyda: *pushes Andor out of a conveniently open window and walks away*

Chaos Brother: *yelling out the window* ARE YOU OKAY, SIR?

Andor: I LIKE PONIES! :3

Chaos Brother: >_> *closes window and walks away*

*We rejoin our heroes*

Filk: >:| Whodafu- *kicked in the face by Travis* D:<

Travis: shutdafukup. *grabs Jerrica and hyperspeeds to Dayn*

Dayn: X_x

Travis: *pokes Dayn really fast* omgwaykupustpdfuk!!!!!111shift+111 *grabs Dayn and hides in a small room with Dayn and Jerrica*

Jerrica: I'm so glad you're here.

Travis: *talks really really fast and excitedly*

Jerrica: I... um... didn't quite catch that. Also, where're Akki and Si'Var and Dutchess??

Travis: I just told you.

Jerrica: I don't have hyper quickling eating speed.

Travis: Oh, right.

Filk: *enters the room* >:(

Travis: *notices Filk staring angrily* I'll explain later.

Filk: *makes annoying buzzing sounds*

Travis: Thaaaat can't be good.

Jerrica: What do you mean?

Travis: I didn't understand a thing he said.

Dayn: *suddenly and unexplainedly awake* So, he's faster than you?

Travis: He's faster than me plus me plus me plus me times the two of you times me.

Filk: *now standing behind the trio and talking at normal speed with an obviously fake British accent and wearing the nerdiest glasses imaginable* Which, according to my calculations, means the three of you are royally fucked.

Travis: That's what I figured... *casts lightning ball*

*CRAKABLAMO*

Dayn: *slightly burnt* Was that necessary?

Jerrica: I didn't feel a thing.

Filk: *unburnt* zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Travis: If you're gonna be rude and talk so fast that we can't understand you, I'm going home.

Filk: My apologies. *blocks Travis' hyperspeed attempts to stab him in the head with the rune covered trident*

Travis: STOP BEING FASTER THAN ME WHILE TALKING AT NORMAL PERSON SPEED! *angrily stabs at Filk*

Filk:
Roses are red.
violets are blue.
You're pretty slow.
And you're not very smart either.

Travis: YOU DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO RHYME!

Filk: np. >:D

Travis: Fuck this. *throws Jerrica at Filk and runs off* HE'S ALL YOURS!

Jerrica: Asshole.


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