DarkMetalist: It has been nearly three years, give or take a few months, since this story was updated.

I know…I have been bad.

DarkMetalist: I don't think anyone's drunk anymore. In fact, they look pretty bored.

Drops a keg and an updated music library.

DarkMetalist: Alright, now it's a party…again!

Still the same procedure, in three years I did not forget. I don't have the rights to or own Zoids.

Round 3

Raven, Hiltz, Reese, Col. Herman, and Capt. O'Connell

DarkMetalist: Welcome all to this secret room of mine.

Raven: What's so secret about it? It's a broom closet.

DarkMetalist: Aren't you supposed to be inebriated?

Raven: No, why would I bother to engage in this social gathering that is entirely beneath me?

Reese: Then why are you here silly?

Raven: Because you dragged me into this!

Reese: Oh…hiccup sorry.

Reese's hiccup causes a broom to fall on Raven's head

Raven: Grrrr

DarkMetalist: Since you don't want to be here any longer than you have been…let's get to questioning you immediately.

Raven: Whatever

DarkMetalist: So, you could have been one of the good guys, but Prozan brought you up as a fighter…do you have any regrets?

Raven: I have nothing to regret

.DarkMetalist: In that case, do you regret losing your parents?

Raven's eyes tear up and he prepares to depart.

DarkMetalist: So you do regret that much?

Raven: Don't be stupid, I need to go wash the dust out of my eyes thanks to that broom in this sorry excuse you call a secret room!

He storms out of the room slamming the door behind him. Various cleaning objects fall on the remaining characters' heads.

DarkMetalist: Harsh much.

Hiltz: I don't know about you, but I think Raven cared about his parents.

DarkMetalist: Thank you Mr. So-obviously-drunk-that-you-think-everyone-can't-catch-a-hint.

Hiltz: My name is Hiltz.

DarkMetalist: rolls eyes Anyway, would you consider you lust for power a bad thing?

Hiltz: Hmm, having the power to control all of Zi…I don't think it's very bad at all.

DarkMetalist: Like you wouldn't know how difficult it is to rule an entire world.

Hiltz: It's simple…everyone will bow down to me! Stands up And I will rule the world! Strikes a dramatic pose, then falls over

DarkMetalist: Looks like you're bowing down to a great hangover, so much for ultimate rule. Janitor!

Janitor uses broom to sweep Hiltz along the ground out of the room.

Reese: Hehe, he's so drunk.

DarkMetalist: Speak for yourself young lady.

Reese: I am quite cape-able to speaks for me-self.

DarkMetalist: Then before we get lost in your infinite wisdom of words, please teach me something else.

Reese: 'Kay, what do ya want to know my tall, dark and handsome man?

DarkMetalist: Flattering. Will you teach me how to hypnotize people?

Reese: No way, you could make people do things that they don't really want to do with dire consequences.

DarkMetalist: Like I haven't done this already.

Reese: What did you say honey?

DarkMetalist: Nothing, so tell me about Nicolo.

Reese falls into a wide-eyed trance.

Reese: dazed Nicolo?

DarkMetalist: Well that was easy…. moving on to the good guys.

Col.Herman: You know those people looked familiar, sorta like some people we should have taken into custardy.

Capt. O'Connell: I think so, but I can't put my finger on it. Puts finger to forehead

DarkMetalist: 'Kay dokey, how are you two today?

Col. Herman: Fine

Capt. O'Connell: Well

DarkMetalist: Impressed to see that even in a drunken state, people can use proper grammar.

Both: Tanks

DarkMetalist: And sometimes slurred speech slips in…Col. Herman, what interesting facts or embarrassing secrets can we learn about you?

Col. Herman: I dunno, I think I've been well behaved and all my actions have been honorable.

DarkMetalist: Oh really, because I have a tape that would say something to the contrary.

Col. Herman: Huh?

DarkMetalist: Let's take a listen.

"Rob, this is the president. Did you change your underwear? It's been weeks since..."

Col. Herman runs up to stop the tape and falls on the stop switch

Col. Herman: Where did ya get this tape?

DarkMetalist: I have my connections. What do you have to say now?

Col. Herman: Alright, if you have to know….I haven't changed my underwear in two weeks.

Capt. O'Connell: Gross

Col. Herman: Well, it's better than your solution of going commando.

Capt. O'Connell: Well it gets hot in the desert, and water rations are tight.

DarkMetalist: Weird as that is, he has a point.

Col. Herman: Ugh, this can't get any worse.

President pops into the room.

Madam President: I knew it. Robert Herman, you are in so much trouble!

Col. Herman: Aw, mom!

Madame President: Let's go, say goodbye to your friends. We're going home.

Col. Herman: Man, bye guys.

Capt. O'Connell: See you on the base sir!

DarkMetalist: Bye snickers

Madame President: Don't make me get on the phone with your mother.

DarkMetalist: No, I'm sorry. Bye Colonel, thanks for participating.

The president and Col. Herman walk out of the room.

DarkMetalist: Let's finish up with you Capt. O'Connell. Other than the little thing you do in the desert, I don't have much else on you.

Capt. O'Connell: Really?

DarkMetalist: Yep, I have you down as the colonel's right hand man, a skilled pilot and a brilliant tactician.

Capt. O'Connell: Well…thinks…did you know that my hair's not really aqua?

DarkMetalist: What?

O'Connell: It's dyed

DarkMetalist: Incredible; well thanks for your time.

Capt. O'Connell: It was fun…tanks.

DarkMetalist: It was my pleasure.

Capt. O'Connell: No…tanks.

DarkMetalist: No problem, really.

Capt. O'Connell: TANKS! points out the window

DarkMetalist: Holy Frijoles! Grab the girl and get out!

Capt. O'Connell: The girl?

DarkMetalist: Reese! She's still in a trance.

Capt. O'Connell: Right. grabs girl and runs out of building

DarkMetalist gets on the intercom to warn people of the tank, but in their drunken state, they think the words are lyrics to an awesome three year later hit song. He is forced to teleport everyone out to an empty lot. DarkMetalist can see someone yelling from the top of the tank.

DarkMetalist's mom: I told you no more drunken three year parties!

She rams through the building, effectively destroying the structure.

DarkMetalist: Aw, nuts.

Ha, to think this plot-less ramble wouldn't have ended the way it did without the hiatus.

DarkMetalist: You didn't have to destroy my clubhouse.

That wasn't me…it was your mom.

Reviews if applicable, otherwise it has been a blast writing this piece of literature.

Side note: The last thanks/tanks could be credited to Rescue Rovers, a cartoon of back in the day.