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"Hey Alt, what are you doing now?"
"Reading my story on armorgames. It's called the Neverending Story."
"How could it never end if it only ends up being four lines?"
"Read it closely." 0.o
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Alt: I can't think of what to type.
Chill: Type this then.
Alt: No. Too cliche. . . .
PM: It's horrible!!! Horible!!! Jeff of all people got duper powers!!
J: Hey I'm not that bad
PM:... YOU'VE KILLED a kitty, gave an old women a heart attack from 'walking' her across the street, you've chased your shadow through several buildings destroying them!!!
Al: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA THis is fun!!!!
J: Al, I like you XD
PM: EVERYBODY RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All: -walk up to people-
Owyn: "Hi, do you know who made those scrumptdi- delicious scones?"
THEY'RE TALKING TO US.
"No they're not, they're talking to me! Hello! The scones? Oh yes, the scrumptdiddlyumptious ones! I haven't seen any delicious ones around here, only scrumptiddlyumptious ones. Perhaps those are the ones you mean?
Owyn: Yes, I suppose.
*whispering to voice "who made the scones?"
*whispering to sunnyb I DON'T KNOW.
*whispering to voice "you're real helpful"
*turning back to strangers "I don't know who made the scones. I'm sorry. They were scrumdiddlyumptious though."
THAT ONE WANT TO DRINK YOUR BLOOD. IT'S CALLED KRINDLE.
"Whaa! Go away!"
Owyn: Excuse me?
"No, not you! I have this voice see..."
HELLO
"Hey! Don't talk to them!"
I'M THE VOICE.
Owyn: Hello.
"Don't pay any attentio-"
I'M NOT ALL THAT BAD, REALLY.
"Horrible! Don't speak to-"
I'M JUST KINDOF EVER PRESENT.
"Aaaaaaaah! Really, don't. I don't think I got your name...?"
MY NAME?
"No! Your...."
Owyn: Owyn.
"Owyn. Lovely. Fits quite snug doesn't it? I like it."
I TOLD YOU THEIR NAMES BEFORE!
"..."
Owyn: ...
...
"Ah, bother..."
Chill: I'm cold. . . .
Alt: Acting in character for once.
*Pickle and Shack walk north north west east...unsanity...towards the town of Greater Dancing, in the Shimsham prefecture of the Slap Province in the NES*
Shack: So how long do you think it will take us to get home?
Pickle: Well you artless, white-livered, writhled shrimp, since thou hast no memory of our glorious home, I shall shower thee with knowledge previously incomprehensibly unknowable to one, tottering, rump fed, flap-dragon as yourself.
*Shack sighs*
Shack: I can't believe we were separated...I miss that time, even if it was for only a moment, I almost was able to kill you...had Alt not lied to us, you'd be nothing but a bloodied corpse with a golden spork sticking out of your throat.
Pickle: Nay vile imbusile, tis you who were about to be slain, it was mere seconds till I used my superior fighting skills to spin the grandmaster's special spork around and thrust it into your adam's apple. Weak and watery blood would squirt from your throat as it emptied your putrescent form.
Shack: Man I hate you...okay, tell me how long it will take.
Pickle: Well you see, it is somewhat of a pilgrimage, as, the Town of Greater Dancing is hidden to all those who don't know the sacred locations of the shrines of the great dancing master of all Michael Flatleyatley.
Shack: Once again you continue to fail to answer my question....HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE??
Pickle: Oh...a fortnight...
Shack: Yup, that's all you had to say. Alright, lets get a move on.
Lloyd (the guitar playing enchilada): Anyone wanna hear a song?!
Pickle & Shack: NO!
Shack: Although, I am hungry, come over here for a second.
*Nom nom nom*
Shack: Mmmm, cheesy, beefy goodness, good thing you are a perpetually regenerating enchilada Lloyd, otherwise I would just have to kill you.
*Pickle and Shack walk on, while the spirit previously known as the enchilada Floyd, flits around their heads, inhabiting random things*
Alt: I didn't lie. . .you used it as a weapon, and that was George's way of saying 'eff you for the violence.'
*Pickle and Shack jump back, startled by Alt's sudden appearance*
Shack: Good lord! So you can be anywhere in the NES at any time? As far as this lie thing goes, you did say,
Alt: Sure, though it won't do anything now
when I asked,
[quote]Alt: Sure, though it won't do anything now.
and just for the record, that was terrible grammar.
Shack: I don't know how this is even possible or relevant, because I can't actually make words italic in order to signify them being a quotation, but when I said this
and just for the record, that was terrible grammar
I wasn't quoting.
Alt: Actually, the grammar was fine- I was using 'sure' as an interjection, followed by the rest of the sentence- and grammatically, it was perfectly fine. Also, I didn't know it would do that. That was George.
Pierce: I'm back. . . .
Mary: Me too. . . .
Alt: So much has happened. . .hello!
Alt: Also, yes. I can be -anywhere- at any time. I can jump-cut from place to place. I can teleport on top of your head. I can teleport so fast it gives Chill motion sickness!
Chill: Noooo. . .not again. . . .
Speech doesn't have to be grammatically correct.
Shack: Where did that come from? Did you hear that?
Pickle: Yes...we are being haunted by ghosts.
Shack: I suppose the statement is correct...unless you're unsane enough to have correct grammar in your speech! Also yay on the grammar thing Alt...good job. HAHAHA!
Jezz: Holy Jesus im tired.
Skye: Go to bed early then n00b...
Jezz: Enough back sass! We need to find Carter. I just spotted him earlier but I couldn't get close enough to catch him.
Skye: Where...?
Jezz: He was running behind an enchilada...
Skye: Pickle and Shack!
Jezz: Ah yes. Well lets get mov-
*Runs into Alt's statue headlong and falls down*
Jezz: DAMMIT ALT!
Alt: Whilst your down there.. lick my boots! :P
Jezz: Get Real
-- Oowwww I need anti-septic on my brain scrape!
Skye: Shut up. Get up. Lets go!
I think they're headed for some great dancing place... Which means Carter is too!
Jezz: Got I hope he doesn't nom nom on the enchilada...
...
THE KRINDLE ONE STILL WANTS TO DRINK YOUR BLOOD.
"Argh! Fluff you!"
IT'S TRUE.
"Really. How do you know? What if he is just pulling your... never mind."
I DON'T HAVE A LEG
"I know."
PULLING MY MIND COULD WORK.
*snorts "Pulling your mind? What kind of a dorky thing to say is that? Don't you think so Owyn?"
Owyn: I suppose.
"Is the voice... are we... am I bothering you?"
Owyn:...
"I am such a... catterliphy! I hate this!"
YOU SEEM TO HATE A FEW THINGS.
"Like I hate you! And... an' this! And me! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"
HMMMMMMM.
"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"
I DON'T THINK THIS DREADED MAGICAL OCTOGONAL ROOM IS GOOD FOR YOU.
"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"
NOT GOOD FOR YOUR HEALTH AT ALL.
"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"
OF COURSE, SCREAMING PROBABLY DOESN'T HELP...
"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"
BUT I THINK THIS ROOM DOES SOMETHING TO YOUR MIND...
"aaaaaaaaa-"
IT'S A SHAME. SUCH A LOVELY MIND, SHE HAD...
Owyn:...
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