Wow, great chapter. So worth the wait. I still do not own these characters, or the show!
Chapter 3: And They Shot Him Into Space!
"The spare rocket we made in case Joel escaped! I never thought we actually use, since Joel liked being up there so much!" said Clay as he and Frank carried Mike through the door and into the lift they used to get in and out of Deep 13.
After like thirteen minutes, or sixty, I'm not sure how fast the lift goes, they arrived at the fake porta-potty they used as an entrance. Afterwords, they carried the unconscious temp all the way to the fake skyscraper they used as a launching bay.
"Gross," said Frank as they walked, disgusted by all the cobwebs and stuff.
"Here it is!" remarked Clay, "the back-up rocket Larry and I made all those years ago!"
"Do you mean Dr. Erhar-"
"DON'T SAY HIS NAME THREE TIMES!" yelled Clay.
"So this is it?" Frank asked. "My refrigerator is as big as this thing!"
"I know that, but it doesn't matter as long as he fits in there!" retorted Clay.
So the two evil underpants managed to shove the unconscious Mike Nelson into the rocket. They ran up the flight of stairs to the launch center. Clay turned some knobs, Frank pushed a variety of buttons, and the rocket's engines started. Smoke rushed out the bottom of the thing. "Countdown, ten minutes till launch," said a voice that sounded a lot like a certain stuttering, stumbling stayr.
Meanwhile, inside that rocket, Mike Nelson came to. He looked out the view screen (which right now acted as a window) and saw what looked like a Metilunion chauffer and a guy who just walked out of a Batman comic. It was his bosses.
"Hey what's going on?" yelled as he realized they couldn't hear him. He then saw a microphone. He guessed that he could use it to talk to them. He held the microphone to his mouth, pressed the button labeled "Talk" and asked: "Hey, what's going on? Where am I?" , although he wasn't sure he would get a response.
"You're in a rocket," said a deep, malevolent, familiar voice. Dr. Forrester, thought Mike.
"Ok, why am I in a rocket?" asked Mike.
"Because you're going to be my new guinea pig for my experiments," said Clay.
"What experiment?" asked Mike.
"The one where I show a normal man, like yourself, an extremely bad B-movie approximately once a week, and find out which one will rob him of his sanity. Then, I will force everybody everywhere to watch it, and in the chaos, I WILL RULE THE WORLD WITH AN IRON FIST!" yelled Clay, as he always did when he explained these experiments.
"Okay, well that still doesn't explain why I'm in a rocket," Mike pointed out.
"Oh yeah," said Clay, he to realizing that what he just said didn't explain the rocket either.
"Well you see the rocket will be the vessel that takes you to the place where these experiments take place, as well as your new home: The Stationary Orbital Laboratory, also known as the Satellite Of Love, or the SOL for short."
"So, you're kidnapping me, launching me onto a rocket ship floating over Earth, forcing me to watch cheesy movies all alone?" said Mike, assessing the situation.
"Oh, you won't be alone. A-HAHAHAHAHAHAH!" laughed Clay, as he pulled the lever right next to him. This caused the building itself to break in half, allowing the rocket to fly off into the sky, breaking through the atmosphere that allowed life to exsist on this planet.
"WAAAAHHHHH!" screamed Mike, as the ship's hull lit a flame and the whole thing shook around like nobody's business. It flew around the earth, heading for a satellite that looked like a colossal dog chew toy.
"GET ME DOOOOOOOWWWWWWWNNNNNNNN!" yelled Mike, who had no idea the microphone was on, or that he was being watched by four robots, which in time, he would consider to be four of the greatest friends he has ever had.