I'M DONE WITH FINALS! And to celebrate, here's the next entry:
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Dog Lips: So, Corinthian, where did this enterthemadness guy go?
Corinthian: Oh, he, he go to the docking bay, you know. Where he first came to the station.
Dog Lips: Well, I guess we'd better check that out.
bored: And what will we do when we're there?
Dog Lips: I don't know. Give him a stern talking-to?
Corinthian: Make
him read stupid Bendis! That mean no "Daredevil"!
bored: Are you Mexican, or a Chinese stereotype?
Corinthian:
Dog Lips: Alright, bored, Corinthian, come with me. Abbadon, go see if you can find DBella and everyone that was with her.
Abaddon: And Twylight.
Dog Lips: Dude, seriously.
Abaddon: What?
Dog Lips: You know.
Abaddon: What? She might go for me.
bored: Abba, can it wait?
Abaddon: Love doesn't wait. Neither does shallow infatuation with someone you've only known a relatively short period of time.
Dog Lips: GO!
enterthemadness: So, what kind of benefits would this employment include?
Malice: Well, there's no dental, but we've replaced that with a life-long subscription to "Cat Fancy".
enterthemadness: Intriguing.
Elijya: And you could become famous.
enterthemadness: I am feared throughout the universe.
Malice: For making people enter... THE MADNESS?
enterthemadness: No, I've only achieved cult status for that. I'm the mightiest beer pong player since the Great Emperor John Belushi, may his spirit rest peacefully.
Elijya: Hey, watch what you say about Belushi.
enterthemadness: I do not blaspheme. I am not at that level.
Elijya: Good, cuz I wouldn't want you offending anybody's beliefs here. We already have lots of ways of doing that.
Zev: ChigachiGA!
Elijya: Is he going to be alright?
enterthemadness: If I choose, yes.
Elijya: Can you choose?
enterthemadness: I am not yet under your employ, Captain Elijya. By the way, there is a dying actor lying about somewhere. You truly must do something about him.
Malice: Oh, you mean Data?
enterthemadness: I believe it was Brett Spiner, of "Star Trek" fame, who once portrayed a character named Data.
Malice: How do you know that if you're an alien?
enterthemadness: We have sci-fi in space, too, you know. Except for us, it's just regular fiction! Bwahaha!
Malice: Oh, now you're gloating. Not cool.
Master Bruce: I grow weary. Lieutenant, check on enterthemadness's's's's progress. S's's. Damn names that end with 's'.
FunBobPants: As you command.
FunBobPants pressed a button, and opened up a line of communication with enterthemadness.
FunBobPants: Enterthemadness, this is FunBobPants. Report on your progress immediately.
Malice: Well, are you going to answer that?
enterthemadness: You would not want me doing that. They will be very angry if I switch employers.
FunBobPants: Etm?
enterthemadness: Things are, um... going well, Lieutenant Pants. I have driven many to the depths of... MADNESS.
FunBobPants: But not all?
Master Bruce: I am outraged!
enterthemadness: Please do not be alarmed, Master. Some of them are hiding. In the women's restroom.
Master Bruce: Those sneaky Earth-fiends! I will annihilate them myself! Enterthemadness, you're job is done! Leave that vessel so that I may destroy it!
enterthemadness: Oh.
Malice: Well, crap.