Swordmaster and Flexo went to a large building. The two were arguing over...well, see for yourself.
Swordmaster: Family Guy!
Flexo: Futurama!
Swordmaster: Family Guy!
Flexo: Futurama!
Snipershot: teletubbiez!
Flexo:...And here I thought he was normal.
Flexo grabbed Snipershot by the throat and threw him into a trash can.
Snipershot: oooo...bananaz!
Flexo and Swordmaster looked t each other, both of them green in the face.
Johnny Depp/Willy Wonka: Ew.
Flexo and Swordmaster:
JD/WW:
Swordmaster: Ooooookay then. We're here. "Dew K. Mosi's Center for the Hopelessly Pathetic." Right where Snipershot sent us. And, most likely, the place he escaped from.
Flexo: How could he have escaped from there anyway? He's a dumb-dumb.
Flexo and Swordmaster: *Fantasy/Flashback*
3 Weeks Previous...
Snipershot: *watches Prison Break*
Present Day...
Swordmaster: That's how.
Flexo: Makes sense, I guess.
Flexo: ...Naw.
The two detectives walked in and approached the head nurse. THWIP*
Swordmaster: Yes, hello, we're here to see a J Alba's Lover?
THWIP*: AH YES, OF COURSE. WE'VE BEEN EXPECTING YOU, DETECTIVES.
Swordmaster:
THWIP*: FOLLOW ME, PLEASE.
Swordmaster: WHY ARE YOU YELLING?!
THWIP*: IT'S HOW I TALK. LIKE SAMUEL L. JACKSON. SNAKES ON A PLANE, BIZZNATCHES!
Swordmaster almost lunged at THWIP* when he was caught by Flexo.
Flexo: Another day, Swordmaster. Another day...
Swordmaster: Right...right...
The two followed the loud nurse and went into a room labelled "The Playroom".
Flexo: They have playrooms in mental hospitals?
Swordmaster: Apparently
THWIP*: NOT THAT KIND OF PLAYROOM.
Confused, the two walked in and found thousands of men playing with themselves.
Swordmaster/Flexo:
Flexo bolted, and Swordmaster was left alone with the horny bastards.
Swordmaster: James Earl Jones: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!