You
know, I'm really getting sick of this piano being on me.*meanwhile*
You
know, I'm really getting sick of this piano being on me.
Pipe down
you.
Agreed.
Where did
you come in?
Orakio and
his group left for Mt. Katahdin without me.
Me too.
Well
then would either of you super strong men mind getting this thing
offa me?
*returns*
Man. That Milk Man put up a good fight.
Did you get
your milk?
Yup. Them
milk is good.
Mr.
T. Can you get this offa me?
Are you
gonna get me mad?
Cross
my heart and hope to die.
Ok then.
*picks up the piano and throws it aside*
Thank you.
*collaspes*
Ok, what was
that for?
I assume
that it is due to lack of blood to the head.
How long has
he been under that piano?
Depends on
how fast of a reader you are. I'm a slow reader myself.
Are you
illiterate, foo'?
No, just
slow. Too many hits to my memory chips.
*enters*
Hey, have any of you seen Orakio?
He should be
on Mt. Katahdin.
Damn
him.
What is
wrong, Crotanks?
Well,
the Chief is getting really mad and decided to make me the
secretary.
LMAO. Man
that is funny.
What is
so funny? Do I look like a girl?
Now now
little girl. Mr. T will take care of you.
Watch it
buster!
Busta'? Who
you calling busta'?
*stares
at Mr. T* Nevermind. I'm heading back to control HQ.
Allow me to
help.
No no no
no no!
*throws
Crotanks helluva far*
*is
thrown*
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!
That'll
teach that sucka' a lesson.
*at control HQ*
Work
faster men! I need my garage built and fast.
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!
*crashes in the garage... or at least what was built of it*
What the
hell? CROTANKS! YOU RUINED MY GARAGE!!!
ugh...
where am I?
It is
not where you are, it is what you are. And you are in trouble.
Eep.
Click here to continue.