Not-At-All-Original-Publications Presents: Spammers in Space!
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The male crew members sat in the pews of the Tukiluka Memorial Chapel, where Tuki would have had his funeral if he were actually dead.
J Alba's Lover: And now, my flock, I ask that you take out your PSPs, and open the book of "Into the Blue", and skip to that scene where the guy is trying to drown Jessica's character.
crew: *chanting* Nooo, not the hottiiiee...
J Alba's Lover: And lo, you now pause on the part where he grabs her shirt, and you can see her nipple for a second.
crew: Fap, fap, faaaap...
Meanwhile, sinewave filmed them from the back of the room.
sinewave: *narrating* We see here that they follow a denomination of "Starletism". It appears to be the Branch of Jessica Alba. Interesting, as I had always believed astronauts to be more into Monica Belucci.
Dread: How long will this take?
sinewave: Be patient, Dread. They still need to get to the Ogling of the First Maxim Cover.
Dread: Stupid hippies trying to push their religion on us.
sinewave: Dread, we're journalists. We came to watch this voluntarily.
Dread: I don't care!
J Alba's Lover: You DARE interrupt the adoration of Teh Alba?! Come forth, Dread.
With some prodding by sinewave, Dread complied.
J Alba's Lover: Now, open this magazine, and tell me what you see.
Dread was handed an issue of "GQ".
Dread: I see some chick wearing nothing but granny-panties.
J Alba's Lover: Is that all?
Dread: Well, she's got dark skin, but blond hair. That ain't natural.
J Alba's Lover: Look deep inside yourself, Dread. Do you feel nothing?
Dread: Well...
He held the page closer to his face. JAL flipped the page for him. A better picture awaited.
Dread: Daaaayum!
J Alba's Lover: Jessiluyah, he's seen the light!
Meanwhile, near Saturn....
Master Bruce: Is all set, Lieutenant?
FunBobPants: Indeed, sir.
Master Bruce: Excellent. Those Earthlings will rue the day they made me listen to their awful caterwauling! Deploy the pod!
Master Bruce glanced around.
Master Bruce: Must I do everything myself?
FunBobPants: You are closest to the button, sir.
Master Bruce: I am?
He noticed the big red button with "Pod" written on it.
Master Bruce: *achem* Very well. Now, Earthlings, begin rueing! Is that a word?
FunBobPants: Probably.
J Alba's Lover: And now, my flock, I ask that you take out your PSPs, and open the book of "Into the Blue", and skip to that scene where the guy is trying to drown Jessica's character.
crew: *chanting* Nooo, not the hottiiiee...
J Alba's Lover: And lo, you now pause on the part where he grabs her shirt, and you can see her nipple for a second.
crew: Fap, fap, faaaap...
Meanwhile, sinewave filmed them from the back of the room.
sinewave: *narrating* We see here that they follow a denomination of "Starletism". It appears to be the Branch of Jessica Alba. Interesting, as I had always believed astronauts to be more into Monica Belucci.
Dread: How long will this take?
sinewave: Be patient, Dread. They still need to get to the Ogling of the First Maxim Cover.
Dread: Stupid hippies trying to push their religion on us.
sinewave: Dread, we're journalists. We came to watch this voluntarily.
Dread: I don't care!
J Alba's Lover: You DARE interrupt the adoration of Teh Alba?! Come forth, Dread.
With some prodding by sinewave, Dread complied.
J Alba's Lover: Now, open this magazine, and tell me what you see.
Dread was handed an issue of "GQ".
Dread: I see some chick wearing nothing but granny-panties.
J Alba's Lover: Is that all?
Dread: Well, she's got dark skin, but blond hair. That ain't natural.
J Alba's Lover: Look deep inside yourself, Dread. Do you feel nothing?
Dread: Well...
He held the page closer to his face. JAL flipped the page for him. A better picture awaited.
Dread: Daaaayum!
J Alba's Lover: Jessiluyah, he's seen the light!
Meanwhile, near Saturn....
Master Bruce: Is all set, Lieutenant?
FunBobPants: Indeed, sir.
Master Bruce: Excellent. Those Earthlings will rue the day they made me listen to their awful caterwauling! Deploy the pod!
Master Bruce glanced around.
Master Bruce: Must I do everything myself?
FunBobPants: You are closest to the button, sir.
Master Bruce: I am?
He noticed the big red button with "Pod" written on it.
Master Bruce: *achem* Very well. Now, Earthlings, begin rueing! Is that a word?
FunBobPants: Probably.
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Awesome, it's about damn time it was updated 
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Malice: Elijya, how close are we to Mars?
Elijya: I'll check, sir. Dog Lips, how close are we to Mars?
Dog Lips: Hold on a sec. Hey, Holly, how close are we to Mars?
Holly Goodhead: It'll be several months, Captains. You all know that.
Malice: Ah, she broke the chain!
The Mods pulled straws from their pockets, and began blowing spitballs at her.
DBella: I'm glad I'm not the one they're aiming at.
Holly Goodhead ducked. A spitball struck DBella in the cheek.
DBella: No!
Mr. Thing: Bella! Damn you, Elijya! DAAAAAAAAAAMN YOOOOOOOUUUUUU!!!!!!!
Karem-Knight: Stop this madness, my friends! This should be a time of togetherness, not animosity! We are embarking on an historic journey.
Elijya: 'An historic'? That doesn't sound right.
DBella: It's supposed to be 'a historic', right? Or maybe 'an 'istoric'. You know, drop the 'H'?
Elijya: Yeah. Dammit, KK, I will not have you using confusing grammar!
Karem-Knight: My apologies, Your Honor.
Meanwhile, at the asteroid belt...
The pod launched by the alien leader Master Bruce collided with a space-rock, and exploded.
Master Bruce: Crap.
FunBobPants: We've lost the pod, master.
Master Bruce: *sigh* The look on their faces when they saw that stripper with five green nipples would have been classic.
FunBobPants: It always is.
Master Bruce: Five-green-nippled stripper, we hardly knew thee.
Erundur: I knew her, sir. Several times, in fact.
Master Bruce: Dude, not cool. FunBobPants, ready... Plan B.
Erundur: But she's dead. We won't need that now.
Master Bruce: Oh, come on, that is just in horrible taste, Erundur! You should be ashamed of yourself!
Erundur: I feel no shame.
Master Bruce: FunBobPants, please launch... The Other Pod. Take that, *******.
Erundur: Aw
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Elijya: I'll check, sir. Dog Lips, how close are we to Mars?
Dog Lips: Hold on a sec. Hey, Holly, how close are we to Mars?
Holly Goodhead: It'll be several months, Captains. You all know that.
Malice: Ah, she broke the chain!
The Mods pulled straws from their pockets, and began blowing spitballs at her.
DBella: I'm glad I'm not the one they're aiming at.
Holly Goodhead ducked. A spitball struck DBella in the cheek.
DBella: No!
Mr. Thing: Bella! Damn you, Elijya! DAAAAAAAAAAMN YOOOOOOOUUUUUU!!!!!!!
Karem-Knight: Stop this madness, my friends! This should be a time of togetherness, not animosity! We are embarking on an historic journey.
Elijya: 'An historic'? That doesn't sound right.
DBella: It's supposed to be 'a historic', right? Or maybe 'an 'istoric'. You know, drop the 'H'?
Elijya: Yeah. Dammit, KK, I will not have you using confusing grammar!
Karem-Knight: My apologies, Your Honor.
Meanwhile, at the asteroid belt...
The pod launched by the alien leader Master Bruce collided with a space-rock, and exploded.
Master Bruce: Crap.
FunBobPants: We've lost the pod, master.
Master Bruce: *sigh* The look on their faces when they saw that stripper with five green nipples would have been classic.
FunBobPants: It always is.
Master Bruce: Five-green-nippled stripper, we hardly knew thee.
Erundur: I knew her, sir. Several times, in fact.
Master Bruce: Dude, not cool. FunBobPants, ready... Plan B.
Erundur: But she's dead. We won't need that now.
Master Bruce: Oh, come on, that is just in horrible taste, Erundur! You should be ashamed of yourself!
Erundur: I feel no shame.
Master Bruce: FunBobPants, please launch... The Other Pod. Take that, *******.
Erundur: Aw
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bored said:
LOL!
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Holly Goodhead: Captains, we're getting a message from Cape Canaveral.
Malice: So?
Holly Goodhead: Well, NASA would like to talk to us.
Malice: Holly, we really should not be talking to them. Trust me on this.
Holly Goodhead: But-
Elijya: Dammit, Goodhead, why do you THINK we blasted off out of Tennessee?
Holly Goodhead: I was told it was an experimental site.
Elijya: Wrong! We promised them we'd research how to make their football team good again.
Meanwhile, on Earth...
GhostRider87: Don't you just love the Titans, Carmen? They're so awesome! I can't wait until they crush the Colts!
A Barbie doll with a tiny Hooters shirt had been placed on his desk. He was talking to it.
GhosRider87: I knew you'd agree!
Holly Goodhead: What will we do when they find out we've lied to them?
Elijya: Wipe everyone's memories, and go to Houston, where we'll repeat the process.
Holly Goodhead: We can wipe memories? I was not aware that we had that kind of technology.
Malice: Now you're not.
Holly Goodhead: What?!
Malice: Come on, Elijya, let's go ride the water-slide. Dog Lips, your in command of The Bridge. Make sure Data doesn't get uppity.
Brett Spiner: So hungry...
Malice and Elijya left their seats, and exited the Bridge. It was then that, to everyone's horror, it was revealed that neither was wearing pants.
Dog Lips: Well, for what it's worth, I'm not naked.
DBella: I'm putting this on my list of reasons to sue Malice when we get back to Earth.
Mr. Thing: I know some great space-lawyers, if you don't want to wait.
DBella: Ugh, I had a space lawyer work my divorce. I'm not dealing with one of them again.
Mr. Thing: You were married, Bella?
DBella: Yeah, the end was pretty messy. He still calls me alot.
Meanwhile, on Earth....
DBella's answering machine: Hi, this is DBella, and I'm in outer space right now, so please leave a message, and I'll get back to you in about a year and a half.
Beeeep.
George Clooney: Um, hey Bella. It- it's George. Just wanted to, you know, talk... I guess you're still out. So yeah, just call me back when you get this, and tell me how space was. I was thinking about doing a movie about aliens, so if you wanted to, I don't know, advise it or something, just tell me, and I can probably get you that job.
Mr. Thing: Wow, I didn't know that. So, you've been on the rebound, then?
DBella: Oh, I'm taking my time.
Mr. Thing: Okay. I'll just be over here, then. I'm looking at some radiation readings.
DBella: Cool.
Mr. Thing: Yeah. You know, my ex bugs me alot, too.
Meanwhile, on Earth...
Mr. Thing's answering machine: Waddup, sexy-butt? The Thingster's not here, but leave a message, and I might call back some time.
Beeeep.
Boy George: Hey, luv, I guess you're not home. It's me again. Sorry about that whole 'made you think I was a woman' thing. But hey, "The Crying Game", that was a good flick, eh? Call me back, luv.
Holly Goodhead: So, Dog Lips, would you like to talk to NASA?
Dog Lips: Sure.
A screen popped up in front of him.
Dog Lips: High tech.
NASA: Tukiluka Memorial Space Station, you were not advised to make this trip.
Dog Lips: So I'm told.
NASA: Who is that? You don't sound like Malice.
Dog Lips: Oh, no, I'm Dog Lips. I'm a new Mod.
NASA: Dog Lips is a Mod? Somebody ready that Star Wars defense sattelite! We're taking them down!
Dog Lips: Uh-oh.
Zev: Don't worry, Captain. We dealt with that thing weeks ago.
A few weeks ago....
The Squirrel: Leave it to the janitor to sabotage the expensive missile-defense sattelite in case the Captains get us into trouble. Okay, now what wire was I supposed to cut? Was it the red one?
computer: Self-destruct sequence initiated. Self-destruction in 10...9...8...
The Squirrel: Crap.
Zev: For what it's worth, that 'self-destruct' feature actually just started playing Muzak really loud.
Holly Goodhead: How could anyone hear it in space?
Zev: It broadcasted it. No actual speaker. Just because we break the laws of physics-
Hippie Hunter: He said it, not me!
Zev: -Doesn't mean they do. Sissies.
NASA: Dammit, what did you guys do to the sattelite?
Dog Lips: Wouldn't you like to know?! DBella, move this baby out of here!
DBella: Sir, we're travelling on a set trajectory in order to reach Mars in the shortest possible amount of time. I can't change it.
Dog Lips: Aw. .....
.....
Malice: So?
Holly Goodhead: Well, NASA would like to talk to us.
Malice: Holly, we really should not be talking to them. Trust me on this.
Holly Goodhead: But-
Elijya: Dammit, Goodhead, why do you THINK we blasted off out of Tennessee?
Holly Goodhead: I was told it was an experimental site.
Elijya: Wrong! We promised them we'd research how to make their football team good again.
Meanwhile, on Earth...
GhostRider87: Don't you just love the Titans, Carmen? They're so awesome! I can't wait until they crush the Colts!
A Barbie doll with a tiny Hooters shirt had been placed on his desk. He was talking to it.
GhosRider87: I knew you'd agree!
Holly Goodhead: What will we do when they find out we've lied to them?
Elijya: Wipe everyone's memories, and go to Houston, where we'll repeat the process.
Holly Goodhead: We can wipe memories? I was not aware that we had that kind of technology.
Malice: Now you're not.
Holly Goodhead: What?!
Malice: Come on, Elijya, let's go ride the water-slide. Dog Lips, your in command of The Bridge. Make sure Data doesn't get uppity.
Brett Spiner: So hungry...
Malice and Elijya left their seats, and exited the Bridge. It was then that, to everyone's horror, it was revealed that neither was wearing pants.
Dog Lips: Well, for what it's worth, I'm not naked.
DBella: I'm putting this on my list of reasons to sue Malice when we get back to Earth.
Mr. Thing: I know some great space-lawyers, if you don't want to wait.
DBella: Ugh, I had a space lawyer work my divorce. I'm not dealing with one of them again.
Mr. Thing: You were married, Bella?
DBella: Yeah, the end was pretty messy. He still calls me alot.
Meanwhile, on Earth....
DBella's answering machine: Hi, this is DBella, and I'm in outer space right now, so please leave a message, and I'll get back to you in about a year and a half.
Beeeep.
George Clooney: Um, hey Bella. It- it's George. Just wanted to, you know, talk... I guess you're still out. So yeah, just call me back when you get this, and tell me how space was. I was thinking about doing a movie about aliens, so if you wanted to, I don't know, advise it or something, just tell me, and I can probably get you that job.
Mr. Thing: Wow, I didn't know that. So, you've been on the rebound, then?
DBella: Oh, I'm taking my time.
Mr. Thing: Okay. I'll just be over here, then. I'm looking at some radiation readings.
DBella: Cool.
Mr. Thing: Yeah. You know, my ex bugs me alot, too.
Meanwhile, on Earth...
Mr. Thing's answering machine: Waddup, sexy-butt? The Thingster's not here, but leave a message, and I might call back some time.
Beeeep.
Boy George: Hey, luv, I guess you're not home. It's me again. Sorry about that whole 'made you think I was a woman' thing. But hey, "The Crying Game", that was a good flick, eh? Call me back, luv.
Holly Goodhead: So, Dog Lips, would you like to talk to NASA?
Dog Lips: Sure.
A screen popped up in front of him.
Dog Lips: High tech.
NASA: Tukiluka Memorial Space Station, you were not advised to make this trip.
Dog Lips: So I'm told.
NASA: Who is that? You don't sound like Malice.
Dog Lips: Oh, no, I'm Dog Lips. I'm a new Mod.
NASA: Dog Lips is a Mod? Somebody ready that Star Wars defense sattelite! We're taking them down!
Dog Lips: Uh-oh.
Zev: Don't worry, Captain. We dealt with that thing weeks ago.
A few weeks ago....
The Squirrel: Leave it to the janitor to sabotage the expensive missile-defense sattelite in case the Captains get us into trouble. Okay, now what wire was I supposed to cut? Was it the red one?
computer: Self-destruct sequence initiated. Self-destruction in 10...9...8...
The Squirrel: Crap.
Zev: For what it's worth, that 'self-destruct' feature actually just started playing Muzak really loud.
Holly Goodhead: How could anyone hear it in space?
Zev: It broadcasted it. No actual speaker. Just because we break the laws of physics-
Hippie Hunter: He said it, not me!
Zev: -Doesn't mean they do. Sissies.
NASA: Dammit, what did you guys do to the sattelite?
Dog Lips: Wouldn't you like to know?! DBella, move this baby out of here!
DBella: Sir, we're travelling on a set trajectory in order to reach Mars in the shortest possible amount of time. I can't change it.
Dog Lips: Aw.
..... .....
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POOR GHOST RIDER, EVERYONE MAKES FUN OF HIM FOR FALLING IN LOVE WITH A HOOTERS CHICK
I'M LOVIN' THIS SERIES
I'M LOVIN' THIS SERIES
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bored said:
Sounds like something I'd do.
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Best. Fan Fiction Story. Ever.
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Two men sat at a computer in Cape Canaveral.
scientist 1: Hey, what's that out by Jupiter?
scientist 2: Oh, who cares? "Operation: Runway" is on.
Meanwhile, in a space craft out by Jupiter....
FunBobPants: We'll have this fixed up in no time at all, Master.
Master Bruce: The Earthlings remained unpunished for insulting me. I have little patience for 'technical difficulties' of any kind, Lieutenant.
FunBobPants: What does this have to do with your revenge? We're fixing the satellite reception.
Master Bruce: The one good thing the Earthlings ever gave the universe was the wide variety of movie channels! I demand to have them all! ALL! If it is not repaired within two hours, all shall fear my wrath. I refuse to miss "Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest" again!
FunBobPants: It's okay, Master. We're dealing with it. Erundur is overseeing repairs as we speak.
Master Bruce: That guy? Dammit, do I only have two crew members?!
On the Tukiluka Memorial Space Station, Zev was in one of the many laboratories that were not actually used all that much. He held two beakers with bright liquids in his hands, and was examining one closely.
Zev: It appears that the red substance is far more volatile. I will start with it.
He poured the red contents of one beaker into a cup of transparent liquid, and stirred them together. After a moment of letting them settle, he drank the mixed liquids.
Zev: Gah, dammit! Assistant!
Twylight: What is it, Zev?
Zev: Mix Chemical V with Solution O.J. while I recover.
Twylight: *sighing* Yes, sir.
She mixed the two, and gave the resulting mixture to Zev. He promptly drank it.
Zev: *hiccup* Much better.
Twylight: Have you gotten the information you need, Zev?
Zev: Indeed I have. Screwdrivers can't be made with grapefruit juice, even in outer space. Hold on, I have to go contact someone.
Zev ran off to the bridge. After a few minutes, Twylight left, herself. What? You would, too. Zev wasn't planning on returning to the lab after that. Trust me on this.
Zev: Guys, I need to use the video-link!
Dog Lips: Yeah, I'm gonna say.... No.
Zev: Come on, I need to give someone the results of my latest experiment, pronto!
Dog Lips: Don't care.
Zev: Please?
Dog Lips: No.
Zev: Plllleeeeeaaassseeee???????
Dog Lips: Nnnnnnooooooo.......
Zev: If Elijya were here, he'd let me do it.
Dog Lips coughed, and pointed to a post-it note on the back of Elijya's chair.
post-it note: "Don't let Zev use the video-link. I mistakenly put a lot of money on him determining that grapefruit juice is good for screwdrivers, and I can't afford that right now.
Zev: I am betrayed.
Zev left the bridge, skulking all the way.
A few hours later, a fax came for someone sitting by a pool in Hawaii...
God: What's that thing say, Carol? Grapefruit and vodka don't mix well? I knew it! I mean, grapefruit was only created as a joke, for My sake!
scientist 1: Hey, what's that out by Jupiter?
scientist 2: Oh, who cares? "Operation: Runway" is on.
Meanwhile, in a space craft out by Jupiter....
FunBobPants: We'll have this fixed up in no time at all, Master.
Master Bruce: The Earthlings remained unpunished for insulting me. I have little patience for 'technical difficulties' of any kind, Lieutenant.
FunBobPants: What does this have to do with your revenge? We're fixing the satellite reception.
Master Bruce: The one good thing the Earthlings ever gave the universe was the wide variety of movie channels! I demand to have them all! ALL! If it is not repaired within two hours, all shall fear my wrath. I refuse to miss "Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest" again!
FunBobPants: It's okay, Master. We're dealing with it. Erundur is overseeing repairs as we speak.
Master Bruce: That guy? Dammit, do I only have two crew members?!
On the Tukiluka Memorial Space Station, Zev was in one of the many laboratories that were not actually used all that much. He held two beakers with bright liquids in his hands, and was examining one closely.
Zev: It appears that the red substance is far more volatile. I will start with it.
He poured the red contents of one beaker into a cup of transparent liquid, and stirred them together. After a moment of letting them settle, he drank the mixed liquids.
Zev: Gah, dammit! Assistant!
Twylight: What is it, Zev?
Zev: Mix Chemical V with Solution O.J. while I recover.
Twylight: *sighing* Yes, sir.
She mixed the two, and gave the resulting mixture to Zev. He promptly drank it.
Zev: *hiccup* Much better.
Twylight: Have you gotten the information you need, Zev?
Zev: Indeed I have. Screwdrivers can't be made with grapefruit juice, even in outer space. Hold on, I have to go contact someone.
Zev ran off to the bridge. After a few minutes, Twylight left, herself. What? You would, too. Zev wasn't planning on returning to the lab after that. Trust me on this.
Zev: Guys, I need to use the video-link!
Dog Lips: Yeah, I'm gonna say.... No.
Zev: Come on, I need to give someone the results of my latest experiment, pronto!
Dog Lips: Don't care.
Zev: Please?
Dog Lips: No.
Zev: Plllleeeeeaaassseeee???????
Dog Lips: Nnnnnnooooooo.......
Zev: If Elijya were here, he'd let me do it.
Dog Lips coughed, and pointed to a post-it note on the back of Elijya's chair.
post-it note: "Don't let Zev use the video-link. I mistakenly put a lot of money on him determining that grapefruit juice is good for screwdrivers, and I can't afford that right now.
Zev: I am betrayed.
Zev left the bridge, skulking all the way.
A few hours later, a fax came for someone sitting by a pool in Hawaii...
God: What's that thing say, Carol? Grapefruit and vodka don't mix well? I knew it! I mean, grapefruit was only created as a joke, for My sake!
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DBella said:bored, sir... you are an amazing fan fic writer! Great updates... love your wit!
MORE LIKE POOR ZEV IN HIS FAILED ATTEMPT TO CREAT A SCREWDRIVER
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hippie_hunter said:MORE LIKE POOR ZEV IN HIS FAILED ATTEMPT TO CREAT A SCREWDRIVER
Dude, you've been using a lot of caps lately, and alot of us have been rather concerned, so I've got to ask...
Do secretly wish you were THWIP*?
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bored said:
THWIP IS GONE, AND I THINK THAT MOST OF THE PEOPLE THAT WERE DOING THE CAPS THING IN REMEMBERANCE HAVE STOPPED DOING IT.
NOW THAT HE IS GONE, I NOW DECLARE MYSELF, THE NEW CAPS LOCK KING :meow:
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Master Bruce said:*THWIP BEYOND?
DO I GET AN AWESOME TECHNO SUIT FROM THE FUTURE ALSO
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The first person to track down and paste onto this thread the exact internet comic strip I reference here gets a smiley face.
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Dog Lips paced up and down the Bridge.
Brett Spiner: Dizzy...
Mr. Thing: Data's starting to smell.
Hippie Hunter: Hold on, I'll check to see if he's leaking oil.
Hippie Hunter grabbed the withering actor, and carried him off.
Dog Lips: Where did Malice and Elijya go? The water slide can only be fun in moderation. MODERATION, I SAY!
Holly Goodhead: Perhaps you should send Twylight to find them?
Twylight: Ugh, why am I always the lackey? What about that little English guy?
Karem-Knight: Madam, I will not take orders from somebody dressed as a French maid!
Twylight:
Dog Lips: Wow. Owned.
Mr. Thing: And by Karem-Knight.
Karem-Knight: Even someone such as she can not be 'owned', Sirs. Do you not believe in freedom?!
Suddenly, bored and Abaddon burst through the door.
Abaddon: Dog Lips, we've got a situation!
Dog Lips: Alright, I'll check it out. DBella, you're in charge while I'm gone. Remember, Karem-Knight's feeding time is in half an hour, and Mr. Thing's is right about now.
DBella pulled out a baby bottle from her work station, which Mr. Thing greedily snatched away.
Mr. Thing: Thingy hung-gee!
Dog Lips followed bored and Abaddon out, and to the cafeteria.
Dog Lips: Okay, what's up?
Abaddon pointed to one of the tables. Three plates, piled with mashed potatoes, were set up.
bored: We're gonna play "Close Encounters of the 3rd Kind"!
Dog Lips: Guys, I'm busy.
Abaddon: B-but
...
Dog Lips: Sorry.
bored: TheSumofGod spent so much time getting these ready, Dog.
TheSumofGod: I just imagined they were the secret cabal of animalistic creatures that rule the Earth from Venus, and took out my frustration on them.
Meanwhile, on Venus....
Dog-creature: So, yeah, that Sum guy still thinks we're real.
Bird-creature: Should we do something?
Rat-creature: Well, we could have months ago if you guys didn't waste all your time playing 'Wee-a-boo'!
Turtle-creature: Did someone say 'wee-a-boo'?
Dog-creature: Everyone get your paddles!
animal creatures: Wee-a-boo! Wee-a-boo!
Dog Lips: Well, I guess they don't really need me all that much right now. DBella's capable hands.
The three sat down, and began furiously shaping their potatoes into famous geological structures. Abaddon quickly whipped up a decent Mt. Kilimanjaro.
Abaddon: I win!
Dog Lips: Oh yeah, check this **** out!
He finished up Lincoln's nose, and displayed Mt. Rushmore.
Abaddon: Oh, come on, that's not even a natural formation!
bored: I got that beat, guys. Behold, the Grand Tetons!
He showed them a potato-statue of Jennifer Connelly.
bored: Now that's a natural formation.
The door burst open. Malice and Elijya stormed in.
Malice: Dog Lips, what is the meaning of this?
Dog Lips: Malice! This isn't what it looks like!
Malice: I'll say, at least if that's supposed to be Mt. Everest! The crags are all wrong. I meant, what is the meaning of you leaving your post?
Dog Lips: Well, you see, bored and Abaddon got me, saying that there was urgent business, and they brought me here. How did you know?
Malice: Oh, we actually didn't. We came because it's Elijya's feeding time.
Elijya: Eljee hung-gee!
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Dog Lips paced up and down the Bridge.
Brett Spiner: Dizzy...
Mr. Thing: Data's starting to smell.
Hippie Hunter: Hold on, I'll check to see if he's leaking oil.
Hippie Hunter grabbed the withering actor, and carried him off.
Dog Lips: Where did Malice and Elijya go? The water slide can only be fun in moderation. MODERATION, I SAY!
Holly Goodhead: Perhaps you should send Twylight to find them?
Twylight: Ugh, why am I always the lackey? What about that little English guy?
Karem-Knight: Madam, I will not take orders from somebody dressed as a French maid!
Twylight:
Dog Lips: Wow. Owned.
Mr. Thing: And by Karem-Knight.
Karem-Knight: Even someone such as she can not be 'owned', Sirs. Do you not believe in freedom?!
Suddenly, bored and Abaddon burst through the door.
Abaddon: Dog Lips, we've got a situation!
Dog Lips: Alright, I'll check it out. DBella, you're in charge while I'm gone. Remember, Karem-Knight's feeding time is in half an hour, and Mr. Thing's is right about now.
DBella pulled out a baby bottle from her work station, which Mr. Thing greedily snatched away.
Mr. Thing: Thingy hung-gee!
Dog Lips followed bored and Abaddon out, and to the cafeteria.
Dog Lips: Okay, what's up?
Abaddon pointed to one of the tables. Three plates, piled with mashed potatoes, were set up.
bored: We're gonna play "Close Encounters of the 3rd Kind"!
Dog Lips: Guys, I'm busy.
Abaddon: B-but
...Dog Lips: Sorry.
bored: TheSumofGod spent so much time getting these ready, Dog.
TheSumofGod: I just imagined they were the secret cabal of animalistic creatures that rule the Earth from Venus, and took out my frustration on them.
Meanwhile, on Venus....
Dog-creature: So, yeah, that Sum guy still thinks we're real.
Bird-creature: Should we do something?
Rat-creature: Well, we could have months ago if you guys didn't waste all your time playing 'Wee-a-boo'!
Turtle-creature: Did someone say 'wee-a-boo'?
Dog-creature: Everyone get your paddles!
animal creatures: Wee-a-boo! Wee-a-boo!
Dog Lips: Well, I guess they don't really need me all that much right now. DBella's capable hands.
The three sat down, and began furiously shaping their potatoes into famous geological structures. Abaddon quickly whipped up a decent Mt. Kilimanjaro.
Abaddon: I win!
Dog Lips: Oh yeah, check this **** out!
He finished up Lincoln's nose, and displayed Mt. Rushmore.
Abaddon: Oh, come on, that's not even a natural formation!
bored: I got that beat, guys. Behold, the Grand Tetons!
He showed them a potato-statue of Jennifer Connelly.
bored: Now that's a natural formation.
The door burst open. Malice and Elijya stormed in.
Malice: Dog Lips, what is the meaning of this?
Dog Lips: Malice! This isn't what it looks like!
Malice: I'll say, at least if that's supposed to be Mt. Everest! The crags are all wrong. I meant, what is the meaning of you leaving your post?
Dog Lips: Well, you see, bored and Abaddon got me, saying that there was urgent business, and they brought me here. How did you know?
Malice: Oh, we actually didn't. We came because it's Elijya's feeding time.
Elijya: Eljee hung-gee!
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