You know, I'm really getting sick of this piano being on me.
Pipe down you.
Where did you come in?
Orakio and his group left for Mt. Katahdin without me.
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.
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.
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