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Sniper lay on the medic table, that Grix lay on oh so long ago... just before they all entered his mind, and entered a world of the west, fought like cowboys and swore like Scotsmen.
Sniper, was in what seemed a coma... mind you, he didn't actually have a mind, as it had been removed...
Oh right, you don't know about any of this crap... better update you then.
A week ago, Sniper's and Bill Gate's mind were both put onto a megadrive cartridge after they failed to save him. Soon after that, Grix died, so they put his mind on it too. So he's kinda alive, but not.
Hmmm.
Let's start again.
Sniper's mind is now on the megadrive cartridge along with Bill Gate's mind and Grix's. We don't know why.
But, Sniper's mind for some reason has taken control, and now has created a world for which the minds to live in. A bit like the Matrix, but not.
For you see, it's Sniper's mind that creates the world... much like Grix's mind made the western world, that they all got stuck in.
Hmmm...
Did you ever see that episode of Red Dwarf when Kryten got that bug, and in order to fight it, he made a computer program that he fought in with his mind? Gunmen of the Apocolypse, right?
Well, it's like that.
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"Would anyone be utterly shocked if we entered this thing and it was just a barren wasteland?" Pb asked.
"Now now, they'll be room for plenty of empty minded Sniper jokes later. Let's not ruin them all now." FM replied.
They had chosen the original four to go back inside the Megadrive cartridge, for obvious reasons. Being "more deserving to be wrote about" seemed to be top reason.
So Venombyte, Pb, Meka and FantasyMeister all decided that they would enter, Goatboy then managed to convince them that he should go too. Rock and roll, apparently.
So it was decided. The rest just lay around, and waited. And so they entered Sniper's mind.
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Tuesday. Just a name for another day.
Sniper doodled a naked woman in his diary... completely out of proportion, dreamy.
He had been stuck inside all day, waiting... just like any other damn day. He wore a black and white suit, and waited in his black and white room... he looked out into the white sky, with black clouds and black rain. It was if the whole damn world was black and white.
He dreamed of a rainbow, but he couldn't remember what it looked like.
Hell, he couldn't even remember what his face looked like. He got up from his desk, and walked to the mirror.
A damn handsome man starred back at him... just as he thought, he was beautiful. How could he forget.
He went back to his desk, and began to clear away his things. Pointless staying in the office all day... damn, he needed to get out... and of course, his award ceremony tonight, dedicated to him... was supposed to be a surprise, but how do you hide something from Sniper?
He smiled to himself. He rocked.
A knock came at the black and white door of his colourless room... as it opened, the name of the occupant and his job description flew also, along with a beautiful woman in a red dress.
"Detective Sniper? Is that you?"
Sniper turned fully around, and brushed his hair back with his fingers.
"Hi there sugarcake. What can I do for you?"
The woman seemed flustered, embarressed.
"To be honest, I'm... I didn't expect you to look... so..."
"Handsome? Don't worry darling, the words will come, but let us forget communication for the time being, and let's get down to business..."
"No... I... but..." The woman resisted, still clinging to the handle of the door. "I need your help, I'm worried... I think there is someone trying to kill me."
Sniper took the words like the smoke from his cigarette, calmly destroying his insides while seeming so good. "I'm intrigued, why would anyone want to kill you?"
"I don't know..." The woman obviously lied. "I just... you have to protect me. It's Grix Thraves, I think he's stalking me."
Grix... the name made his tongue sting every time he uttered the word... speaking out to him like a lemon juice without any added sugar.
"Grix..." He said, wiping his tongue with his teeth. "Him."
"Yeah... he's after me Sniper, I feel him everywhere I go..."
Sniper's thoughts disgusted him. "Damn him. Don't worry darling, I'll get him, don't you worry about it."
"Thank you, please, I have something to tell you..." The woman left the door, and approuched Sniper... she leaned in towards him...
Sniper smiled and looked deep into her eyes...
"You can find him usually in the arms of a lady in the Queen's Arms at 9:00PM every night."
"The Queen's Arms? But that's a gay bar." Sniper said, thoughtful.
"How do you know that?"
Sniper looked around. "I'm a private detective sugarcup, I have to know these things." Sniper smoothed back his hair again.
"Please, Sniper, make love to me, now, please!" The woman fell to her knees.
"Not now darling, my clan awaits me... tonight we're playing Unreal Tournament." He paused. "It's been a while. A long while." Sniper left the room, and the woman cried in her arms.
Sniper, was in what seemed a coma... mind you, he didn't actually have a mind, as it had been removed...
Oh right, you don't know about any of this crap... better update you then.
A week ago, Sniper's and Bill Gate's mind were both put onto a megadrive cartridge after they failed to save him. Soon after that, Grix died, so they put his mind on it too. So he's kinda alive, but not.
Hmmm.
Let's start again.
Sniper's mind is now on the megadrive cartridge along with Bill Gate's mind and Grix's. We don't know why.
But, Sniper's mind for some reason has taken control, and now has created a world for which the minds to live in. A bit like the Matrix, but not.
For you see, it's Sniper's mind that creates the world... much like Grix's mind made the western world, that they all got stuck in.
Hmmm...
Did you ever see that episode of Red Dwarf when Kryten got that bug, and in order to fight it, he made a computer program that he fought in with his mind? Gunmen of the Apocolypse, right?
Well, it's like that.
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"Would anyone be utterly shocked if we entered this thing and it was just a barren wasteland?" Pb asked.
"Now now, they'll be room for plenty of empty minded Sniper jokes later. Let's not ruin them all now." FM replied.
They had chosen the original four to go back inside the Megadrive cartridge, for obvious reasons. Being "more deserving to be wrote about" seemed to be top reason.
So Venombyte, Pb, Meka and FantasyMeister all decided that they would enter, Goatboy then managed to convince them that he should go too. Rock and roll, apparently.
So it was decided. The rest just lay around, and waited. And so they entered Sniper's mind.
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Tuesday. Just a name for another day.
Sniper doodled a naked woman in his diary... completely out of proportion, dreamy.
He had been stuck inside all day, waiting... just like any other damn day. He wore a black and white suit, and waited in his black and white room... he looked out into the white sky, with black clouds and black rain. It was if the whole damn world was black and white.
He dreamed of a rainbow, but he couldn't remember what it looked like.
Hell, he couldn't even remember what his face looked like. He got up from his desk, and walked to the mirror.
A damn handsome man starred back at him... just as he thought, he was beautiful. How could he forget.
He went back to his desk, and began to clear away his things. Pointless staying in the office all day... damn, he needed to get out... and of course, his award ceremony tonight, dedicated to him... was supposed to be a surprise, but how do you hide something from Sniper?
He smiled to himself. He rocked.
A knock came at the black and white door of his colourless room... as it opened, the name of the occupant and his job description flew also, along with a beautiful woman in a red dress.
"Detective Sniper? Is that you?"
Sniper turned fully around, and brushed his hair back with his fingers.
"Hi there sugarcake. What can I do for you?"
The woman seemed flustered, embarressed.
"To be honest, I'm... I didn't expect you to look... so..."
"Handsome? Don't worry darling, the words will come, but let us forget communication for the time being, and let's get down to business..."
"No... I... but..." The woman resisted, still clinging to the handle of the door. "I need your help, I'm worried... I think there is someone trying to kill me."
Sniper took the words like the smoke from his cigarette, calmly destroying his insides while seeming so good. "I'm intrigued, why would anyone want to kill you?"
"I don't know..." The woman obviously lied. "I just... you have to protect me. It's Grix Thraves, I think he's stalking me."
Grix... the name made his tongue sting every time he uttered the word... speaking out to him like a lemon juice without any added sugar.
"Grix..." He said, wiping his tongue with his teeth. "Him."
"Yeah... he's after me Sniper, I feel him everywhere I go..."
Sniper's thoughts disgusted him. "Damn him. Don't worry darling, I'll get him, don't you worry about it."
"Thank you, please, I have something to tell you..." The woman left the door, and approuched Sniper... she leaned in towards him...
Sniper smiled and looked deep into her eyes...
"You can find him usually in the arms of a lady in the Queen's Arms at 9:00PM every night."
"The Queen's Arms? But that's a gay bar." Sniper said, thoughtful.
"How do you know that?"
Sniper looked around. "I'm a private detective sugarcup, I have to know these things." Sniper smoothed back his hair again.
"Please, Sniper, make love to me, now, please!" The woman fell to her knees.
"Not now darling, my clan awaits me... tonight we're playing Unreal Tournament." He paused. "It's been a while. A long while." Sniper left the room, and the woman cried in her arms.
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"Isn't time supposed to travel FASTER when you're in space?"
"No idea. And anyway, none of this is real."
"Oh yeah."
Grix had taken the controls, and for some reason, they hadn't seemed to have progressed at all.
Ironic, that.
"Look, Grix, please, let someone else fly the damn thing." His brain said.
"No no no... I'm doing well... just... ooh..."
An asteroid bounced off the hull of the ship.
"We didn't need that antenna, did we?"
"Which one?" FM asked, looking up from the viewscreen.
"The one that just got broken off."
Red lights started to flash around the cockpit.
"I'm guessing, for some odd reason, we did." FM quiped, as he sat down in the co-pilots seat.
He read a few dials... "Hmmm... for some reason, we seem to be loosing oxygen. Rather fast. Ok, fun's over Grix, let me take over."
"No! I can get us to Arcadia in time... it's... oh, right, it's there look, see! I know what I'm doing."
"That's the tv, Grix."
Grix looked at the tv, and then pointed to the radar screen, "See, there's Arcadia."
"Hurry."
"I dunno... I'll go as fast as I can."
Grix's brain watched the two fools, and seemed to be the only one who realised that unless they did something soon, they would all die.
He walked out of the cockpit, and retrieved a mini-disc. He walked back into it, and closed the door.
He placed the mini-disc in the player, turned the volume up full blast, and waited.
Meatloaf boomed out of the two tinny speakers in the cockpit, screeching as high as they could manage.
Grix's face lit up instantly, and the ship shot across the infinite sky, heading straight for Arcadia.
Venombyte felt his nose entering his brain as he began to make a indentation into the back of the ship... Ant just fitted neatly back into his old one, and Goatboy landed on top of them.
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"The last remaining tower stands before us... and has stood here for over a thousand years." The tour guide said.
The tourists took photos, and generally chatted.
Like a bat out of hell, an Ant shaped ship scorched through the sky, and smacked down next to the tower... a perfect landing.
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Everyone bailed out of the Millenium Ant, and as they did, Grix turned to his brain and asked him: "How did you know that I would do that?"
"I told you, I'm like you, but better."
"Cool."
"No idea. And anyway, none of this is real."
"Oh yeah."
Grix had taken the controls, and for some reason, they hadn't seemed to have progressed at all.
Ironic, that.
"Look, Grix, please, let someone else fly the damn thing." His brain said.
"No no no... I'm doing well... just... ooh..."
An asteroid bounced off the hull of the ship.
"We didn't need that antenna, did we?"
"Which one?" FM asked, looking up from the viewscreen.
"The one that just got broken off."
Red lights started to flash around the cockpit.
"I'm guessing, for some odd reason, we did." FM quiped, as he sat down in the co-pilots seat.
He read a few dials... "Hmmm... for some reason, we seem to be loosing oxygen. Rather fast. Ok, fun's over Grix, let me take over."
"No! I can get us to Arcadia in time... it's... oh, right, it's there look, see! I know what I'm doing."
"That's the tv, Grix."
Grix looked at the tv, and then pointed to the radar screen, "See, there's Arcadia."
"Hurry."
"I dunno... I'll go as fast as I can."
Grix's brain watched the two fools, and seemed to be the only one who realised that unless they did something soon, they would all die.
He walked out of the cockpit, and retrieved a mini-disc. He walked back into it, and closed the door.
He placed the mini-disc in the player, turned the volume up full blast, and waited.
Meatloaf boomed out of the two tinny speakers in the cockpit, screeching as high as they could manage.
Grix's face lit up instantly, and the ship shot across the infinite sky, heading straight for Arcadia.
Venombyte felt his nose entering his brain as he began to make a indentation into the back of the ship... Ant just fitted neatly back into his old one, and Goatboy landed on top of them.
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"The last remaining tower stands before us... and has stood here for over a thousand years." The tour guide said.
The tourists took photos, and generally chatted.
Like a bat out of hell, an Ant shaped ship scorched through the sky, and smacked down next to the tower... a perfect landing.
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Everyone bailed out of the Millenium Ant, and as they did, Grix turned to his brain and asked him: "How did you know that I would do that?"
"I told you, I'm like you, but better."
"Cool."
Strafex floated motionless.
It wasn't fair. He'd gone into the computer to have this big adventure in the Starwars Universe (which seemed to be moving to the Skies of Arcadia), but no, he had to spoil it all but being the smartarse!
"Please let me go down! I promise I won't tell them who you are!"
Sniper's brain glared at him.
"No. The trap is set and I won't let you or anyone else ruin it."
There was silence.
"If you could capture me like this, why the big trap?"
"It's not exactly easy and I had to keep everyone well distracted before I could pull off. Yes, I COULD take them out one buy one but that would be awkward and time consuming. Besides, it's so much easier to take them all in one go."
Strafex sighed. It was so boring up here, being paralysed in mid air unable to do anything.
"Let me go back down there! I'll fall for the trap! I promise!"
"NO! Now will you keep quiet. I busy."
There had been a certain someone missing in the StreetFighter Cartrige who couldn't just disappear, Sniper had seen Starwars before Ant popped the video in and he had more imagination rather than to come up with a world of black and white.
And then there was the fact that Sniper couldn't reprogram computer, let alone bother trying...
But, while putting 1, 2, and 3 together had been pretty smart, going off alone to confront Sniper's brain with the facts wasn't so smart.
No he was stuck, captured, paralysed and now bored.
So they others were walking into a trap.
So what?
They always were and always escaped by some sort of freak accident.
Strafex wished he could be down there too...
He looked to see what Sniper's brain was up to.
Writing a letter?
Strafex looked closer and saw.
It was a love letter to...
"Grix's brain!!"
Strafex burst into histerics! The irony was unbearable.
Sniper's brain went very red.
Strafex chuckled.
Perhaps it wasn't going to be so boring up here after all...
It wasn't fair. He'd gone into the computer to have this big adventure in the Starwars Universe (which seemed to be moving to the Skies of Arcadia), but no, he had to spoil it all but being the smartarse!
"Please let me go down! I promise I won't tell them who you are!"
Sniper's brain glared at him.
"No. The trap is set and I won't let you or anyone else ruin it."
There was silence.
"If you could capture me like this, why the big trap?"
"It's not exactly easy and I had to keep everyone well distracted before I could pull off. Yes, I COULD take them out one buy one but that would be awkward and time consuming. Besides, it's so much easier to take them all in one go."
Strafex sighed. It was so boring up here, being paralysed in mid air unable to do anything.
"Let me go back down there! I'll fall for the trap! I promise!"
"NO! Now will you keep quiet. I busy."
There had been a certain someone missing in the StreetFighter Cartrige who couldn't just disappear, Sniper had seen Starwars before Ant popped the video in and he had more imagination rather than to come up with a world of black and white.
And then there was the fact that Sniper couldn't reprogram computer, let alone bother trying...
But, while putting 1, 2, and 3 together had been pretty smart, going off alone to confront Sniper's brain with the facts wasn't so smart.
No he was stuck, captured, paralysed and now bored.
So they others were walking into a trap.
So what?
They always were and always escaped by some sort of freak accident.
Strafex wished he could be down there too...
He looked to see what Sniper's brain was up to.
Writing a letter?
Strafex looked closer and saw.
It was a love letter to...
"Grix's brain!!"
Strafex burst into histerics! The irony was unbearable.
Sniper's brain went very red.
Strafex chuckled.
Perhaps it wasn't going to be so boring up here after all...
In such a small space too. Hurray for Sniper.
Go and write a topic Sniper, it'll be nice to see one from you for the first time in ages.
Go and write a topic Sniper, it'll be nice to see one from you for the first time in ages.
How can anyone mess up their typing that much... :D
lol....
lol....
I don't play UT i plaY tactical ops just like MJ....... and i don't play it all day i got betta stuff to do.
*Thwack!* Meka hit Pb with a shovel...
"What are you doing!" Yelled Pb...
"Use the force!"... said Meka
"I don't know The Force!" Said Pb... I do magic!
"Good..." Said Meka... "You're learning!"
*Thwack!*
"That's for being cocky!" Laughed Meka!
"What are you doing!" Yelled Pb...
"Use the force!"... said Meka
"I don't know The Force!" Said Pb... I do magic!
"Good..." Said Meka... "You're learning!"
*Thwack!*
"That's for being cocky!" Laughed Meka!
"I think perhaps it is the time for your first lesson." Meka said... "Turn off the radar, will you?"
Pb reached over, and switched it off. They had recently left in Meka's shuttle... it was small, but it was comfortable.
"Now... tell me what is ahead."
Pb looked out into the stars... he couldn't see anything...
"I can't see a thing."
"No, don't see... feel. What is out there?"
"I... How?"
"Imagine lying across the surface of a planet... and imagine being able to wrap your arms around it, to feel all over the world with your hands... it shrinks in size, it becomes only something you can control, and yet the amount of detail stays the same... breath in... now, do the same for the universe... push out your arms until you feel the edge of the universe..."
Pb closed his eyes, and imagined touching the rims of the universe... he felt so powerful... and with his mind, he found their shuttle, floating through space... he could see himself inside it, with his eyes closed, a mind far far away... and he looked ahead... far ahead... an asteroid, a large one at that!
"There's an asteroid up ahead!" Pb said. "It's huge!"
"Well done." Meka said, showing almost a hint of emotion in his voice. "You've now taken the first step into a larger world."
"And what's this called again? The force?"
"No, magic. I told you. There's no such thing as the force."
"Oh."
Pb switched back on the radar... and Meka switched it back off.
"If you have the skills, use them." He said... Pb smiled, and closed his eyes again...
Pb reached over, and switched it off. They had recently left in Meka's shuttle... it was small, but it was comfortable.
"Now... tell me what is ahead."
Pb looked out into the stars... he couldn't see anything...
"I can't see a thing."
"No, don't see... feel. What is out there?"
"I... How?"
"Imagine lying across the surface of a planet... and imagine being able to wrap your arms around it, to feel all over the world with your hands... it shrinks in size, it becomes only something you can control, and yet the amount of detail stays the same... breath in... now, do the same for the universe... push out your arms until you feel the edge of the universe..."
Pb closed his eyes, and imagined touching the rims of the universe... he felt so powerful... and with his mind, he found their shuttle, floating through space... he could see himself inside it, with his eyes closed, a mind far far away... and he looked ahead... far ahead... an asteroid, a large one at that!
"There's an asteroid up ahead!" Pb said. "It's huge!"
"Well done." Meka said, showing almost a hint of emotion in his voice. "You've now taken the first step into a larger world."
"And what's this called again? The force?"
"No, magic. I told you. There's no such thing as the force."
"Oh."
Pb switched back on the radar... and Meka switched it back off.
"If you have the skills, use them." He said... Pb smiled, and closed his eyes again...
"Only 7 hours to Arcadia!" Cheered FM...
"What are we actually going to do there" Asked Venom as he tried to lure Louie, the ships cat, to the litter tray.
"I'm gonna get me some female action!" Yelled Goatboy, as he stacked up his Playboy magazines... :D
"Venom...?" Said FM, in quite a caring tone...
"Yeeeeeeeeeees?" Venom replied...
"What the feck is that... that THING doing in MY litter tray...?!"
"I... err..."
"You... err - WHAT?!" Yelled FM... "That Cat... stays out... of my wee tray!"
Louie hissed at FM, who shoulted back with a kind of... "Bulga-ruga-rug-aruskldjhgsad!" noise... You know the one.
"I don't know"... said Ant. "First Goaty sees 'heaven', and the next thing we know, a rivalry has spawned between FM and the ships cat!... Where did Louie come from, anyway?!"
"I'm not entirely sure..." Said venom. "I was going through the previous owners stuff downstairs in that chest thing, and he just jumped out, as if to say: "Have you noticed the rise in price of Back Bacon in New Delhi?!" "I was like, 'I know!' and it went from there... he'll need a cat litted of his own I think..."
"What else is in that chest?" Asked Grix, who'd been sleeping for the last day...
"Oh, Hi Grix... not much... just some shiny stones and some old cat food... I can't remember what else"
"I'll take a look!" Said Ant, as he climbed the ladder down to the bottom of the ship, being hit several times on the way down...
FM, who was sitting next to the pile of LEGO swore it wasn't him, so the pieces of lego must have been falling from somewhere else...
"OUCH! I mean err... Ooh!... a Blue 16-er! I've got that piece missing from my WWF Lego Set....what a Smackdown!"
Goatboy cringed.
"What are we actually going to do there" Asked Venom as he tried to lure Louie, the ships cat, to the litter tray.
"I'm gonna get me some female action!" Yelled Goatboy, as he stacked up his Playboy magazines... :D
"Venom...?" Said FM, in quite a caring tone...
"Yeeeeeeeeeees?" Venom replied...
"What the feck is that... that THING doing in MY litter tray...?!"
"I... err..."
"You... err - WHAT?!" Yelled FM... "That Cat... stays out... of my wee tray!"
Louie hissed at FM, who shoulted back with a kind of... "Bulga-ruga-rug-aruskldjhgsad!" noise... You know the one.
"I don't know"... said Ant. "First Goaty sees 'heaven', and the next thing we know, a rivalry has spawned between FM and the ships cat!... Where did Louie come from, anyway?!"
"I'm not entirely sure..." Said venom. "I was going through the previous owners stuff downstairs in that chest thing, and he just jumped out, as if to say: "Have you noticed the rise in price of Back Bacon in New Delhi?!" "I was like, 'I know!' and it went from there... he'll need a cat litted of his own I think..."
"What else is in that chest?" Asked Grix, who'd been sleeping for the last day...
"Oh, Hi Grix... not much... just some shiny stones and some old cat food... I can't remember what else"
"I'll take a look!" Said Ant, as he climbed the ladder down to the bottom of the ship, being hit several times on the way down...
FM, who was sitting next to the pile of LEGO swore it wasn't him, so the pieces of lego must have been falling from somewhere else...
"OUCH! I mean err... Ooh!... a Blue 16-er! I've got that piece missing from my WWF Lego Set....what a Smackdown!"
Goatboy cringed.
FM zipped up his flies and chucked a mop to Venom...
He sat down at the control, and fell asleep...
"Err... if we do hit this 'dis-aster-oid' what are our chances of survival?" Asked Goatboy...
"What chances..." replied Ant...
"Well, at least I won't have to watch wrestling again..."
"Haven't you heard about Heaven, Goaty, m' Old Boy?! -Oh dear! Heaven is full of Oily men... kind of like a cross between Greeks and Wrestlers...!"
"Noooooooooooooooooo!" Screamed Goatboy... "Oh well... i'll go to hell..."
"That's full of trance music and Scotsmen..."
Goatboy started to panic....."FM.... Fm... FFFMMM!!!!!!!!!" He screamed...
FM shot up with a start, and chucked some floor detergent at Venom... "What, do you, want?!" He yelled!
"I don't think Goaty thinks that the asteroid is ready to meet The Ant yet... maybe you should turn left..." Said Ant
"Left?!" Scremed FM.... "I was a jockey once... and I always went left! I wanna go right...!"
"Fiiine!" Scremed Goatboy... "Just get us out of here!"
FM sat down... threw a dry-mop at Venom, and steered the ship to safety...
"God, that was close..." Sighed Goaty... "I could see The Rock and Vince McMahon... they were trying to seduce me with baby oil and vaseline!"
Ant laughed...
FM Chucked Venom a litter tray...
He sat down at the control, and fell asleep...
"Err... if we do hit this 'dis-aster-oid' what are our chances of survival?" Asked Goatboy...
"What chances..." replied Ant...
"Well, at least I won't have to watch wrestling again..."
"Haven't you heard about Heaven, Goaty, m' Old Boy?! -Oh dear! Heaven is full of Oily men... kind of like a cross between Greeks and Wrestlers...!"
"Noooooooooooooooooo!" Screamed Goatboy... "Oh well... i'll go to hell..."
"That's full of trance music and Scotsmen..."
Goatboy started to panic....."FM.... Fm... FFFMMM!!!!!!!!!" He screamed...
FM shot up with a start, and chucked some floor detergent at Venom... "What, do you, want?!" He yelled!
"I don't think Goaty thinks that the asteroid is ready to meet The Ant yet... maybe you should turn left..." Said Ant
"Left?!" Scremed FM.... "I was a jockey once... and I always went left! I wanna go right...!"
"Fiiine!" Scremed Goatboy... "Just get us out of here!"
FM sat down... threw a dry-mop at Venom, and steered the ship to safety...
"God, that was close..." Sighed Goaty... "I could see The Rock and Vince McMahon... they were trying to seduce me with baby oil and vaseline!"
Ant laughed...
FM Chucked Venom a litter tray...
As the crew continued on their way to Arcadia, Ant nervously put the wrestling back on.
"BAAAHHH!!! GAYBOYS!!! OIL!!" Screamed Goatboy. Ant nearly jumped out of his skin, and he turned it off and ran away crying.
Goatboy laughed, and walked straight into FM who hit him with a shovel.
"Where'd this thing come from anyway?" FM asked.
"The same place as where this came from!!" Goatboy cried, pulling out a fire extinguisher and hitting FM with it.
He pulled FM back to his feet, dusted him off and asked, "Aren't you supposed to be piloting the ship?"
"Oh yeah." FM said, and he pulled down his flies and went for a pee on the floor.
"FM??"
"Yeah?"
"Stop peeing on the floor for a bit, we're heading towards a very large asteroid." Venom called.
FM walked up to him and kicked him in the leg, "No we are not."
Venom went into some sort of trance, "No, we are not."
FM smiled, "There we go, the Jedi leg-kicks worked this time." He went back to peeing on the floor, as the ship headed towards its doom...
"BAAAHHH!!! GAYBOYS!!! OIL!!" Screamed Goatboy. Ant nearly jumped out of his skin, and he turned it off and ran away crying.
Goatboy laughed, and walked straight into FM who hit him with a shovel.
"Where'd this thing come from anyway?" FM asked.
"The same place as where this came from!!" Goatboy cried, pulling out a fire extinguisher and hitting FM with it.
He pulled FM back to his feet, dusted him off and asked, "Aren't you supposed to be piloting the ship?"
"Oh yeah." FM said, and he pulled down his flies and went for a pee on the floor.
"FM??"
"Yeah?"
"Stop peeing on the floor for a bit, we're heading towards a very large asteroid." Venom called.
FM walked up to him and kicked him in the leg, "No we are not."
Venom went into some sort of trance, "No, we are not."
FM smiled, "There we go, the Jedi leg-kicks worked this time." He went back to peeing on the floor, as the ship headed towards its doom...
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