Chapter 26: Running and Gagging.
Jerrica: TURN UP THE RADIO, BLAST YOUR STEREO WITH FOXCHUCKS AND SET IT A BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZE *crushed by falling boulder*
Jackals: I don't wanna be lonely no more *implosion*
Jackalwere: Nooooo, I won't daaaaaaaance. *explosion as flaming snowballs start raining from the sky*
Dayn: WHAT THE HELL?!
Trabis: I think the writers are bored... they even mispelled me name... and made me British...
Dayn: OOCH! IT BE CHAOS! Dammit, stupid scottish accent. We had to get crazy writers, didn't we?
Travis: Indububitablblblblblbly.
Dayn: Is that even a word?
Travis: Nope *is crushed by one of those old computers that take up half the room*
Dayn: Odd. *is hit on the head by a falling Apollo embedded computer system* Ow...
Travis: *muffled* Oh, wonderful, YOU get the light computing device!
*20 minutes later*
Jerrica: I'm getting really sick of being cr- *crushed by boulder*
Travis: This place is crazy!
Dayn: I know...
Travis: Was reading that sign...
Sign: Welcome to crazyland, the craziest place you'll ever visit! Proudly since nonetime, "THIS PLACE IS CRAZY!" Proud home of craziness.
Massive Group of Putting Penguins: Butt buTt bUtt buTT BUtT Butt buTt bUtt buTT BUtT Butt buTt bUtt buTT BUtT
Dylan: OH GOD, MY NIGHTMARES HAVE COME TRUE! AND THEY ALL HAVE ARMS COMING OUT OF THEIR BUTTS!
Sliat: Or are the penguins coming out of the arms?
Lee: I'M ON TOP OF A CLOSET! *attempts to leap over self, somehow succeeds*
Knux: *tapdances* U-u-u-u-u-GAAAAAAAA!
Jerrica: *crawling out from under boulder* I mean it... it's starting to piss me off, please stop crushing me with boulders! *waits* Thank you ^.^
KFC salesman: Of course, I'm not in sales! *drops giant platter of chicken on Jerrica, crushing her*
Bastard Operator From Hell: What the hell are we doing here, PFY?
Pimply-faced-youth: I have no idea. Bet you ten quid we can't crash that Apollo embedded system before dinner.
BOFH: You're on!
Dayn: Okay, now I'm getting scared. *dissapears, reappears, starts hacking away at magical group of flying ants laughing manically while wearing a jester's hat*
Jerrica: I'M MAD! *is crushed by neptune, uranus (stop laughing), Saturn, Pluto (technically NOT a planet, anymore, but we dont care), Jupiter, the entire contents of the Asteroid Belt, a large Kuiper Belt Object, Mars, Earth, Ancardia, Venus, Mercury, Canada, Mexico, Iraq, Iran, Japan, Germany, France, Kansas, Oklahoma, New Jersey, New York City, Winnipeg, and a very large boulder*
Travis: MY RINGS! THEY BURN! *encounters approximately 100000 traps, survives by sheer power of the rings*
Dayn: How the hell does a planet fall on itself?
Travis: *fights unarmed against two greater steel golemhorrors* Don't question it... and help me... these things teamed up with the ants!
Dayn: O_o__o_o_oO_O_O_O_O_OOOo_O_O_O_O *zooms over and starts hacking away*
Travis: I'M FREE! WOOHOO! *encounters 27 separate door traps in .25 seconds*
*meanwhile, across town as all this randomness takes place*
Oracle: Hm. What the hell is taking place over there? Ah well, back to meditating. Ommmmmmmmmmmmm ^.^
Random Peasant: I SHALL LARGE RATION YOU ALL TO DEATH! BURN! BUUUUUUUUUURN! *lights a haystack on fire with own burning hair then proceeds to whap outhouse to death with large ration*
*meanwhile, somewhere else*
Dutchess: ^.^ *has continued to dig and has dug a large hole in the interim*
*on a higher plain*
Onn: Don't you mean plane?
*dunno, don't care*
Istaria: I WILL NOT MARRY YOU!
*Ssraxx is duct-taped to a wall*
Ssraxx: BUT HAVEN'T YOU THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT I SAID?!
Istaria: YES. AND IT'S REVOLTING ME EVEN MORE.
Onn: Got any 7's?
Istaria: Go fish.
*in hell*
Satan: Wait, hell has nothing to do with your retarded story...
Saddam: When's my next paycheck?
Satan: You're an arabian monkey, you don't get a paycheck. Wait, since when did you die?
Saddam: Since the extremists blew me up with a car bomb.
Hitler: What about my paycheck?
Satan: I'm not even going to START with you. By the way, the Jews up with the big guy kinda want to see you, and they pressured me into making an "appointment" in the torture chamber. Something involving gas...
Hitler: Aw, poop.
*back on earth*
BOFH: Told ya I could get it to crash...
PFY: You know, by "crash" I thought we meant "stop working".
BOFH: Just goes to show, don't overlook multiple meanings.
*Apollo lunar module is lying in ruins after spiralling up, away, over, doing several flips, and then crashing down on Travis*
Jerrica: At least it wasnt me...
*a large shadow appears on Jerrica*
Jerrica: *moves out from under shadow* HA! *is crushed by falling Apollo Service Module*
Penguin: TO ME, MY BUTT-BROTHERS!
Penguins: BUTT BUTT BUTT BUTT BUTT BUTT BUTTTTTTTTTTTT!! *charge*
Dylan: I'm not touching this situation with a ten foot pole...
Sliat: AHHHHHHHHHH! *drowns in penguins*
Knux: *continues tapdancing downwards*
Lee: >_> Wow, this is too random even for me.
Jackals: I'm dreaming of a white snowball...
Lee: <_< F*** this, I'm outta here. *zip*
What the hell is happening? What the hell will happen? Find out in Chapter XXVII: Village People
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