Roshan: *wakes up* Man, I had this freaky dream, man.
Roy: (Firstly, I'm not a man; secondly, you reiterated the word "man"; thirdly, what was the dream; fourthly, why am I talking in a convuluted run-on sentence?)
Roshan: It was freaky, man.
Roy: *rolls freakishly large eyes*
Roshan: I remember that you were talking mostly in English, and then you got squished by Giga Bowser, and then everything blew up.
Roy: (Yep, typical Roshan. I suppose you didn't summon Giga Bowser, either?)
Roshan: NO! ... Wait... I think I did, actually.
*Giga Bowser suddenly appears out of nowhere and squishes Roy, killing him instantly.*
Roshan: Wait, is this going to be like that one movie where the guy wakes up and then the same thing happens over and over again?
Steve: No. *runs*
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Hell, a.k.a. Flint, Michigan
3:17 P.M. (5 seconds later)
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JAC
Steve: Stop that. *Kidney punches typist*
...
Wait. I typed that.
Death: Welcome back to Fli--- I mean... whatever.
Roy: (Great, it happened again.)
Death: And I have enough quarters for now.
Roy: (BAH.) *puts away quarter*
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Whertrer ths stryoi iss
123"10 A,Mm
Steve: Yes, that'll teach that typist to not waste the bandwidth here.
Roshan: Now what?
Fred: Well, we have a couple options. First being to just wait here for about 10 minutes and Roy will be back pretty instantly. Or, we can just go now and he'll take about 12. Your call.
xXx: See? I am being written into these posts.
-_-: :P
The Anti-Everything: I hate everything.
Steve: What are YOU doing here? *shoves T A-E into brain* Back you go.
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Flint
3:21 P.M.
Roy: (Well then.) *idea*
*Roy vomits up the ping-pong ball*
Death: OoOOOooo ShInY
Roy: (That worked nicely.) *leaves*
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That one place
Some time
Bill: Right about... NOW.
Roy: (Back.)
Fred: Right. You owe me 10 bucks.
RoshEn: *grumble* *Gives Fred 10 bucks*
Giga Bowser: ... I'm still here. *Steps on Roy again, killing him again*
Roshan: This is going nowhere.
Is this going nowhere?
Will I ever include more than 4 characters in any of my posts here?
What will I do with those 75 Whoopie Cushions I got in California?
...
Erm...
Will Giga Bowser ever stop stepping on Roy?
Will Death ever overcome his obsession with shiny things?
WILL YOU ALL REMEMBER TO PUT FREAKIN' PARENTHESES AROUND EVERYTHING ROY SAYS SO THAT HE ISN'T TALKING IN ENGLISH?
*ahem*. FIND OUT SOME TIME ON
BORED (insert Roman Numeral of your liking here)
~I.S.~