Okay, so Joel just finished killing a group of clickers.

"Gee, that sure was tough-ly!" Said Joel.

"Really? I did not even break a sweat-omograph." Said Ellie

"That is because you did not help-erate!"

"Joel! I do believe that shouting criticism counts as help-erating."

"But, Ellie! You shouted so much that you attract-inated all the clickers!"

"Joel! Did I ask for your input-ation, Joel?"

"Uh. N-no, Ellie. I apologate." Said Joel, scared of Ellie-ly.

"Good. Now prepare-inize me some spaghetti and meatballs! You have 15 minutes."

"B-but Ellie, we are in the middle of nowhere! Where am I supposed to find-inate a stove?"

"Figure it out, Joel; time is tick-eratin'. If I do not see my food in 14 minutes, 39 seconds you will be punished.

14 minutes and 30 seconds later.

Ellie folded her arms. "Joel, are these meatballs made with clicker meat?"

"O-of course not, Ellie! T-they're . . . um . . . Bloater."

"Joel! You know I will not be subject-inized to Bloater Balls!"

"But, Ellie! They're better than you think! I have to eat them all the time since you consume-orinate all of our supplies!"

"Joel, I do not care-imorate what a lowlife like yourself must eat! I deserve veal meatballs! And also, where are my breadsticks?"

"B-but, Ellie. You never ask-inated for br-"

"Joel! I suggest you think long and hard about how you plan to conclude-imorate that sentence! Because I am certain I asked you for breadsticks!"

"I-I-I am sorry, Ellie. Please forgive-inate me."

"The voice, Joel!"

Joel looked around and saw other survivors watching. "Please, Ellie. Not in public."

"Joel, would you rather repeat that in the voice or go over my knee for a spankin'? Your choice-imoration, Joel."

Joel then repeated his apology-mograph in a fairy princess voice.

"I am sorry, Ellie. Please forgive-inate me."

Just then all the other survivors began to point and laugh at "Joelle."

"Ok, Joel, but now with the tiara! I have the camera right here."

"Well! Uh, you uh, you see . . ." Joel began, panic-alatingly. Ellie raised an eyebrow. "I-I, uh. Well, Ellie, I recall-imorate you saying that we wouldn't need it anymore, so I . . . um . . . kinda used it to distract a group of clickers – and save you! – Please do not punish-ize me!"

Ellie shook her head. "Joel, Joel, Joel. I believe You may need a refresh-erizor on the rules. What was rule number 5, Joel?"

"R-rule number 5. Ellie gets what Ellie wants."

"Ellie GETS what Ellie WANTS! And what Ellie wants is to see your apolog-ation with the tiara!"

"Ellie, I'"

"Don't interrupt me, Joel! Now then, seeing as I am in a good mood today, I am willing to look passed this little moment of foolishness. But in exchange, you will provide your apolog-ation while wearing the dress!" She handed him a bright pink, glittery dress.

"Oh, Ellie please! Anything but this! It is even more embarrass-eratin'."

"Joel, need I remind you that you are currently on very thin ice?" Ellie said, threaten-atingly.

While Joel was busy doing the apolog-ation, a bloater walked up to them. "Yum yum, these guys look tasty." Said the bloater. The bloater then ate all the other survivors. Joel was too busy adjusting his dress, so he was unable to defend himself while he was gobbled up. The bloater burped and licked his fingers. "Now it's time for a nap."

The End