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So Josh, Reaibn, Ben and Lots42 are talking about old times as they wait
for the universe to reboot. Ben used his author powers to form some
pillows and more confy chairs. Reaibn was now wearing a triple-can beer
hat and drinking from all three at once. Suddenly Lots sits up and
says 'Hey, you guys.' Being that Lots was slightly more interesting then the formless, grey void around them, the others turn to pay attention. Well, except for Josh, who had, mis-using his Chaos Focal point powers, caused his bangs to grow two feet and now couldn't see anything. "What?" said Ben politely after a second. "Ark bork grelork!" said Lots42 excitedly. "What?" said Josh from the depths of his stinky man-hair. "Ark! Flip! Tobbler! Nosh!" Lots looks slightly panicked. "Oh, geeze." said Reaibn, getting out of his chair. "I've heard of this in that book I once stole 'The Staircase Room For Dummies'. Some authors, when there's no actual plot to write with, go a little loopy and start speaking in gibberish and manifesting Mack Trucks." Everyone looks around warily. The void is still dull and boring, like a meeting of more then ten Democrats. "But of course that is only in two percent of the cases." Reaibn smiles. "Flibble?" said Lots. Reaibn pats his sweaty head. "Don't freak out. As soon as the universe comes back, you'll be fine and dandy like sour candy." Josh manages to get his hair back to normal. Ben creates an X-Box out of thin air and gets to work on a TV to hook it up to.
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