A/N: Davey and the Spot's Stone!! Lately my imaginary friends have been harassing me and forcing me to do stuff i'm uncomfortable with. like writing. So I have countered!!!
"And that's why Jack crossed the road! Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Isn't that funny?!?!" Davey laughed.
He was encored only by crickets singing.
" Davey, That was lame." Race whined. " Your jokes stink!"
Davey hunched over dramatically and sighed a small 'Oh'. Suddenly the doors burst open, and someone in a large, vibrant, old Victorian-style dress. They strode around the room until he stopped in front of the depressed Davey. Davey looked up.
"Spot?" He asked tilting his head questioningly.
Spot twirled and stuck a feathery fan up in the air.
"I have come to this fair land from mine own, Conlandia, to find our sacred stone that was stolen from my country late on the eve of last!" Spot monologued in a horribly fake British accent.
Spot closed his eyes and in slow motion, moved his fan in a half circle above his head. Spot spun around again and forcefully pointed his fan at Davey.
"If you dare try to stop me, sir, you shall be greeted with pain and suffering!"
With that, Spot dashed back out of the room.
".......What was that?" Davey asked ".. And why was he talking so weird? Why did he have a feather fan?How come I'm asking all these questions?"
"Davey, none of us care." Jack told his lover. "And he was speaking the queens English."
"...He's from Queens?" Davey stupidly inquired.
"No, he was speaking the queens English. Ya' know, British?"
".......He's from Queens?"
Crutchy, then blew up the world."
A/N: BOOM!