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Chapter 7: Let's rip insanity a new one!
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*Time to go right where we left off... Floor 11, Hole of Heroes*

Giant Breadbug: *is stuffing his face with nachos* (Heh... These idiots might think they have me cornered, but I have a trick or two up my nonexistent sleeve to make their lives more painful than... Than something that IS painful! MUHAHUAHAUAHAHA!)

Widow Empress: Anyway, I wanted to discuss with you a possible-

Giant Breadbug: More please!

Widow Empress:... What?

Giant Breadbug: More nachos! You certainly can't expect a light-weight bag like this to hold my attention for more than a few seconds, can you!? Step on it!

Emperor Bulblax #3: *throws Giant Breadbug second bag* Sheesh, you don't have to be a pest about it!

Giant Breadbug: (Heh, that's what YOU think...) Hey! There are more chips than cheese! MAKE IT AGAIN!

Emperor Bulblax #5: *carries in vat of cheese and sprays some on the chips* There, happy now?

Giant Breadbug: IDIOT! The chips go ON the cheese!

Emperor Bulblax #3: *brings in a bucket of chips and covers the cheese with the chips* Anything else we can be extremely picky about!?

Giant Breadbug: (We're just getting started, punk) Yeah, where's my free dancing rhino!?

Widow Empress: Excuse me?

Giant Breadbug: I was to understand that with every bag of nachos I am to get a free dancing nacho!

Widow Empress: Wait, you just said Rhino a few seconds ago!

Giant Breadbug: Listen you old hag: If I don't get my dancing flamingo then you don't get your treaty! CAPICHE!?

Emperor Bulblax #5: Oh! Here's your dancing Pellet Posie!

Giant Breadbug: Nah, I'm now in more of the mood for humor. You there! Hit your brother in the face with a peanut-pie!

Emperor Bulblax #3: *throws pie in #5's face*

Giant Breadbug: HEY! I WAS GOING TO EAT THAT!

Emperor Bulblax #3: WELL MAYBE YOU COULD'VE TOLD ME YOU-

Giant Breadbug: I DID TELL YOU!

Emperor Bulblax #3: Yeah, AFTER I THREW IT!

Widow Empress: *clears throat* You two idiots can leave now.

Emperor Bulblax #5: Thanks mommy! *runs out with #3*

Widow Empress: Well, it seems my plan didn't work out as... planned...

Giant Breadbug: HA! I KNEW it! You WERE trying to kill me! I guess I outsmarted you yet again!

Widow Empress: Kill you!? Why would I want to kill you?

Giant Breadbug: Gee, I dunno, maybe because the Breadbugs and the Bulborbs are mortal enemies!

Widow Empress: But still, I didn't want to kill you, I wanted to snuggle with you!

Giant Breabug: Snuggle?

Widow Empress: Snuggle.

Giant Breadbug: What the heck does snuggle mean anyway!?

Widow Empress: *shrugs* Why don't you look in the dictionary?

Giant Breadbug: *pulls out dictionary* Lessee here... Snuggle... AH! Here we go!

snug·gle (sngl)
v. snug·gled, snug·gling, snug·gles v. tr.

To draw close or hold closely, as for comfort or in affection; hug.

Giant Breadbug: *laughs* Why, if we were to snuggle, I imagine I would be cut off from oxygen by your large fatness!

Widow Empress: *shrugs* Never hurt to find out! *snuggles*

Giant Breadbug: Can't... Breath... Need... Air...

*In Giant Breadbug's mind*

*tons of Giant Breadbugs are running around screaming*

"Panic": AHHHH! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!!!! *runs into a wall and is knocked out*

"Hunger": FOOD! THE FOOD MUST BE SAVED!!

"Sanity": Everybody, calm down! We must have our closing meeting!

*all of them assemble at a table in the middle*

"Sanity": Well guys, it seems we all are heading to the big buffet in the sky... As customary, we will quickly view all of our accomplishments together before departing... *hits "Play Flashback" button*

* A video plays showing a few seconds of Giant Breadbug's life every year of his life. Each year shows Giant Breadbug screaming "FOOD!" Then jumping into a pile of food and eating it. It finally ends.*

Giant Breadbug: Man... My life was awesome...

"Fart": I dunno about you guys, but I'm not going to surrender now, or any time! I'm going to make it out of this ALIVE!

"Hope": By jove, I think he's right! Let's have one final push towards life, shall we?

"Sanity": All power to the rear! Let's blow this fat worm out of the ground!

All: *cheers*

*back in the real world...*

Giant Breadbug: Mega-Fart.... AWAY!!! *farts so powerfully that he flies out of Widow's snuggling* YES! LIFE! WOOO!

Widow Empress: Oh, so you want a farting contest? Little silly, that's my talent! ~_^ *farts a fart so fartastic that it... umm... It just rocks, ok?*

Doodlebug: *runs in* MAMA MIA! That's one heck of a fart! *runs out*

Giant Breadbug: Oh yeah? I bet you can't burp! *burps*

Widow Empress: That's nothing. *Belchs*

Giant Breadbug: DUDE! Where did you learn how to do that!?

Widow Empress: *shrugs* I dunno.

Giant Breadbug: Well... I spent half of my life mastering those skills... dang...

*Back in Giant's head...*

"Anger": *opens door* Who is it!?

"Love": Yo! I'm the new guy here!

"Anger": Sure you are. Get lost.

"Love": No! Really!

"Anger": Whatever, come on in. Even though I know you aren't supposed to be here.

*back in the real world...*

Raging Long-Legs: *enters Floor 11* *whistling*

Giant Breadbug: How do you do that!?

Raging Long-Legs: EH!? Giant! What are you doing in my cave?

Widow Empress: I invited him.

Raging Long-Legs:... Oh... By the way, do you have any idea who was snuggling? I want to find them so I can point and laugh!

Giant Breadbug: How can you point at something anyway?

Widow Empress: Or whistle?

Raging Long-Legs:... I... Have no idea...

Giant Breadbug:...Ok...

Raging Long-Legs: Wait a second... GIANT! YOU'RE ALIVE! *Hugs Giant* Aww man I thought you were gone forever!

Giant Breadbug: *hardly breathing* Don't mention it... Wait a second, how can you hug me!?

Raging Long-Legs: I... Um... Err... This calls for ANOTHER MEETING!

Widow Empress: But didn't we already have one today?

Raging Long-Legs: SILENCE! I declare another useless meeting is to be called, and by jove, am I gonna call it! Send the Antenna Beetles!

Antenna Beetle: *enters* Yo! What'cha be needing?

Raging Long-Legs: Err... I believe I said Antenna Beetles. Where is everyone else?

Antenna Beetle: Spring Break.

Raging Long-Legs: But it's the middle of January!

Antenna Beetle: That's what you think.

*meanwhile, outside the Hole of Heroes, there is a bunch of Antenna Beetles in swim trunks running around*

Antenna Beetle #7: WOOO PARTAY!!! *Jumps in pool and freezes*

The rest of the Antenna Beetles: *do the same*

*Back to where we were...*

Raging Long-Legs:... Alright... That just makes more work for you! Have fun! ^_^

Antenna Beetle: Sure, whatever. Later dude!

*At Dream Den, floor 14*

Antenna Beetle: (This is soooo COOL! I can't believe I'm the lucky guy who gets to deliver Titan Dweevil's stuff! And Momma said I wouldn't make it past the front door! WELL IN YOUR FACE MOMMA! Titan PWNS!) *finds Titan Dweevil* Yo! I have a-

Titan Dweevil: Keep it down!

*Titan Dweevil is hunched over a Pearly Clampclamp*

Titan Dweevil: *very quietly* *reaching into the Pearly Clampclamp's mouth* C'mon... Come to daddy...

Antenna Beetle: Umm Dude? You might not want to-

Pearly Clampclamp: (MUHHUHAHAHAHA! Like a crouching fish... I STRIKE!) *slams shut on Titan's hand*

Titan Dweevil: AAHHHHH!!! *shakes the Pearly Clampclamp off his hand* The accursed clam has bit my hand.... BURN FOR IT! *torches Pearly Clampclamp with Flare Cannon*

Pearly Clampclamp: UGH! It never gets any easier!! Take my darn pearl! *spits it at Titan Dweevil*

Titan Dweevil: YAY! *picks up pearl*

Titan Dweevil got a Pearl! *DUN NUN NUH NUHHHHHHH!!*

Titan Dweevil: So... What did you come here for? More hate mail?

Antenna Beetle: Nah, it's an invitation to a meeting.

Titan Dweevil: Another one!? I just got home from the last one!

Antenna Beetle: It says here that when you say that, I'm supposed to say "Well, too bad.". Later dude!

*at the meeting*

Segmented Crawbster: You have some serious explaining to do. I finally make it down to my floor when your half-wit, know-nothing fool of a messenger shows up and tells me you've called yet another meeting!

Raging Long-Legs: But I have good news!

Segmented Crawbster: Really?

Raging Long-Legs: Yep ^_^ I just saved a whole bunch of money on my ca-

Segmented Crawbster: That's it I'm leavin-

Raging Long-Legs: Giant Breadbug is ALIVE!

Velociraptors: *are extinct*

Segmented Crawbster: So much for good news...

Antenna Beetle: *drops in* Well, after plenty of arguing, we've finally convinced on of the Emperor's to switch places with the other. He wanted like a tomato factory near by or else he wouldn't go.

Raging Long-Legs: Nyaah, stupid kids. ^_^ I bet we weren't like that when we were kids.

MAL: (Yeah, we were.)

Raging Long-Legs: Gee, I wish I could understand what MAL was trying to tell me.

MAL: (Just shut up and watch the flashback. Idiot.) *Gets out projector and plays flashback*

Weird Announcer Dude: Yes, we all know about Raging Long-Legs, Beady Long-Legs, and Man-At-Legs. The three members of the Long-Legs family. However, no matter how much research was done, one question about these could not be answered...no, it'€™s not where their head is! It'€™s how in the world Man-At-Legs got all that machinery on his body! Well, I'€™ll tell you right now, I'€™ve found out. And it started in MAL'€™s childhood. You see, when the three Long-Legs were children, they would often play down in the Subterranean Complex. Why? Because it PWNZ. At this point, Beady Long-Legs and Man-At-Legs had not grown their big, huge feet, and Raging had only begun to grow his. Because he was the oldest. MAL looked quite different than he does today, since he has an orange center and black legs. One day, however, this would change in a visit to the Long-Legs favorite spot for playing...

MAL: Come on, keep going! Trust me, this is really neat!

Raging: Psh, nothing could be as neat as my feet. CHECK 'EM OUT!!! *raises a foot*

Beady: _ *passes out from the stench*

Raging: ...I swear, Beady, you are such a wuss...

Beady: *wakes up* I AM NOT!

Raging: Look! A bear!

Beady: AAAHHHH!!!!! *runs away*

Raging: ...Wuss.

MAL: Hey, what'€™s a bear?

Raging: I dunno, all I know is that it scared him.

MAL: Well, come on, the uber-machine is really close and stuff!

Raging: Uh, MAL, what'€™s with your obsession with machines? I mean, they'€™re just machines...

MAL: Psh, don'€™t pretend like you don'€™t like them too. I'€™ve seen you hugging that precious NES of yours.

Raging: WHAT!?

MAL: Heh heh.

Raging: Gr...

MAL: Now come on! Trust me, this is cool!

Beady: *comes back* Huff...puff... um, guys? What's a bear?

Raging: Boo.

Beady: AAAHHH!!! *passes out*

MAL: ... Um... Okay. Wake up now.

Beady: *wakes up* I'M TELLING MOM!!!!

Raging: Heh, she'll never believe you. She thinks you're crazy.

Beady: No she doesn't! Why would she think that!?

Raging: Last week, you told her that there was a Puffy Blowhog in the kitchen.

Beady: ...He was trying to eat my sandwich...

Raging: Riiiiiight.

MAL: Here it is! *leads everyone to a huge machine*

Raging: ...Yippee.

Beady: What's it do?

MAL: ...I'm not sure. But isn't it awesome!?

Raging: ...Yeah. Sure. Awesome. But you know what's MORE awesome?

MAL: ...Your feet?

Raging: You got it! Heh heh. I gots feet and you don't...

MAL: Yeah, well...someday I'm gonna have feet too, and then I'll pwn you!

Raging: ...*snickers*...PWN?

MAL: ...It's a cool word...

Raging: It's a NERD word! Come on, Beady, let's go over there! And be COOL! *goes away*

Beady: Yeah! Cool! *goes away with Raging*

Raging: *trips Beady and keeps walking*

Beady: OW! That's not funny! *gets up and continues*

MAL: ...Ugh...once again I'm left behind...well, at least this machine is my friend...

Machine: You are such a nerd.

MAL: HEY!

Machine: Ha ha.

MAL: Wait...a TALKING machine? How'd that happen?

Machine: Well, it all started two years ago, when...

MAL: We're already in a flashback sequence, so another would be a bad idea.

Machine: Psh, what's the worst that could happen? *attempts to start its own flashback*

Gorilla: *drops in* ROOOAAAARRRRR!!! *pounds the machine and leaves*

Machine: Ow...

MAL: See, that's why you never mix flashbacks.

Machine: Um, yeah...anyway, I'm a talking machine. That's all you really need to know.

MAL: Will you be my friend?

Machine: Sure!

MAL: Yay! Time for a...

Machine: NOT A FLASHBACK!!!

MAL: ...I was gonna say "musical montage."

Machine: ...Oh. That works.

MAL: YAY!

*happy music plays and a montage is played, showing MAL and the machine arm wrestling, playing Monopoly, skipping through a field of flowers, even though they're so much smaller than the flowers, winning the Super Bowl, and destroying the Death Star*

MAL: Wow, that was great! I've never had so much fun in all my life!

Machine: Yeah, hard to believe we did all that in less than ten minutes.

MAL: You're gonna be my best friend forever!

Machine: Yay!

*a fight breaks out between a Fiery Blowhog and Decorated Cannon Beetle*

MAL: Oh, no! A fight!

DCB: You stink!

FB: You stink more! *blows flames at DCB*

DCB: OW! That hurt! EAT THIS!!! *fires a rock*

FB: *is crushed*

*rock rolls toward MAL*

MAL: Uh-oh! *jumps out of the way, in front of the machine*

Machine: Um...those rocks are magnetic...

MAL: Meaning?

*rock rolls toward MAL and the machine*

MAL: ...Oh...

Both: NOOOOO!!!!!!

*rock crashes into MAL and the machine and everything blacks out*

*two hours later*

MAL: (Ugh...what happened? Oh, no! I'm probably bleeding! I need to call out for help!) *creaks* (...What was that? I shouldn't creak...)

Voice: (Uh, hey, you okay?)

MAL: (Machine buddy? That you?)

Voice: (Um, yeah...but no one else can hear me...)

MAL: (Huh? But why?)

Voice: (Well, you've lost the ability to talk out loud, as have I.)

MAL: (What? Then how are we...)

Voice: (I'm not sure what happened either, but...well, look in that water there...)

MAL: *looks* O_O (Holy cow, I'm half machine...)

Voice: (Um...yeah.)

DCB: Uh...hey...are you okay, buddy?

MAL: *creaks*

DCB: *snickers* HAHAHAHA!! I guess so! Now I can make fun of you! Man, that was so funny, that scream you let out when you...

MAL: *blasts DCB with his machine gun*

DCB: *is pwned*

MAL: (What was that?)

Voice: (He got on my nerves.)

MAL: (You have a gun!?)

Voice: (Yup. Isn't it awesome?)

MAL: (Oh, boy, Raging is gonna freak...feet are NOTHING compared to this!)

Voice: (Too bad you can't tell anyone how this happened.)

MAL: (Nah, it's not so bad. It would probably just end up as part of someone's lame fanfic.)

Weird Announcer Dude: And so, young Man-At-Legs was fused with a machine and thus became the uber MAL that we know today. The moral of this story is: Count your cupcakes. Because if you don't, you'll run out and not know it. Then you'll eat the pan and be all, "OW! I ate a muffin pan!" And do you want that!? NO! I DON'T THINK YOU DO!!!!!

*flashback ends*

Pileated Snagret: With all due respect.... What the heck did we just see!?

Raging Long-Legs: Nyaah, silly MAL *whispering to Pileated Snagret* He wants to be a movie director.

Pileated Snagret: O_O.... Uh huh.... You stay away from me....

Raging Long-Legs: Fine with me! ^_^

Pileated Snagret:.... You aren.... Just.... Please, shut up. -_-

Raging Long-Legs: ^_^

Segmented Crawbster:... So when exactly do I get to kill something?

Raging Long-Legs: I dunno, probably soon. Just remember, even though killing stuff is fun...

Segmented Crawbster: Yes?

Raging Long-Legs: It won't save you any money on car-

Segmented Crawbster: I'm going to give you five seconds to give me a good reason why I should stay here.

Titan Dweevil: You mean besides staring at my shiny weapons of PWNage? Because, you know, that's the only real reason to come.

Segmented Crawbster: Ok, now you have 3 seconds.

Raging Long-Legs: I... I.... Uhhh...

Segmented Crawbster: 2 seconds.

Raging Long-Legs: TRUTH OR DARE!?

Segmented Crawbster: What the... Listen, I said give me a good reason I should stay, not an even better reason why I should leave.

Raging Long-Legs: Pick. Truth, or dare.

Emperor Bulblax: OO! This reminds me of spin the bottle!

Pileated Snagret: Hey, what's a bottle?

Emperor Bulblax: I have no idea, I read about it in a magazine.

Pileated Snagret: And that magazine would be...

Emperor Bulblax: Stupid spoiled idiots weekly!

Ranging Bloyster: Ah, I bet you're their number one customer.

Emperor Bulblax: I am ^_^.

Waterwraith: This... Is by far the most saddening meeting yet...

Pileated Snagret: That statement says so much and so little...

Segmented Crawbster: Ugh, make the stupidity stop! Dare me then.

Raging Long-Legs: I dare you not to leave this room until I say the words "Segmented Crawbster, I, the awesome and uber Raging Long-Legs hereby gives you permission to leave this room".

Segmented Crawbster: Heck no! I'm not stupid!

Doodlebug: Ha ha! CHICKEN! BOCK BOCK BOCK! CHICKEN!

*Meanwhile, somewhere else...*

Teh Chikin: *wakes up from a nap* Hmm... Strange... I have a sudden urge to kill everything that is less than a foot tall...

*back at the meeting. (Boy, I bet you're hating having to go back and forth all the time. I know I would,but I guess I don't care so much because I'm the author and all that stuff. What? The fic? Oh yeah, better get right back to it)*

Segmented Crawbster: Fine! Sheesh, this game stinks, no wonder stupid teenagers play it all the time.

Emperor Bulblax: Hey! Is that supposed to be an insult?

Segmented Crawbster: Yep.

Emperor Bulblax: Ok, just checking. ^_^

Raging Long-Legs: Err... Segmented, I believe it's your turn to dare someone...

Segmented Crawbster: Oh yeah.... Heh heh heh.... I know exactly how I'm gonna use it too! Hey Doodlebug! Truth or dare?

Doodlebug: Dare me, because I'm no chicken, unlike you.

Segmented Crawbster: I dare you to fart-

Doodlebug: Done and done! FURY FART! *farts*

Velociraptors: *Are extinct*

Ranging Bloyster: Uh.... Huh...

Giant Breadbug: I'm gonna tear you limb from limb slug-boy! *leaps at Ranging Bloyster*

Ranging Bloyster: Ok, that is so not cool. You do realize that I lack any limbs, so you have nothing to tear off. *is tackled*

Everyone: *gets in a giant melee*

GP: YYAAAAAAAA! *drop kicks chicken*

Chicken: I thought what we had was special. ;_; *flies into the TV*

*After two minutes, everyone begins to settle down*

Raging Long-Legs: Woo... I finally got that out of my system... I think I broke my arm...

Titan Dweevil: No, no, that's impossible.

Ranging Bloyster: Gee, you think?

Titan Dweevil: Of course I think! Just look at him and his shiny new DS! How do suppose he touches the screen on that thing unless he has hands? And hands are simple appendages, used to do things such as wave a flamethrower in someone's face or to heat up a block of cheese. In fact, just the other day I...*goes on and on*

Disco Ball: *no longer has wizard hat glued to it* (Ugh... I don't know what's sadder... The fact that this guy sets a new meaning to the word stupid or the fact I have to spend the rest of my life with him...)

MAL: (I'm betting that second one.)

Disco Ball: (Yeah, me too. The idiot is probably so stupid he doesn't even reali- Wait, what did you just say!?)

MAL: (Huh?)

Disco Ball: (You noticed me! How did you do that?)

MAL: (I dunno, I guess ever since I lost the ability to talk I could chat with things that aren't supposed to think.)

Disco Ball: (So why is it exactly you can't talk to Titan Dolt over there?)

MAL: (No, no, no... You see, he has a brain, believe it or not, but instead of using it, he prefers to tie a bunch of shiny stuff to it, seriously damaging it and thus making him even dumber than possible.)

Disco Ball: (I hear that. Anyhow, I think he's coming to a closing, so I guess we should start paying attention)

MAL: (Do you honestly think anyone will notice?)

Disco Ball: (Point taken.)

Titan Dweevil: And so... In closing, I'd like to say... Umm... My weapons PWN j00!

Pileated Snagret: Thank you Titan Dweevil for that bit of stupidity. Heaven knows what kind of dreams I'll have now.

*Meanwhile... in Giant Breadbug's mind...*

"Sanity": Somebody... Please... Turn off the sound... Ugh... I can't take much more of this...

"Hunger": I know! This guy's making me lose my appetite!

"Wisdom": Is that even possible?

"Hunger": Nope, of course not. I just feel like having one less nacho than I usually do.

"Anger": Well, today has been going swell so far. We make our way through a treacherous cave only to be nearly killed by something so incredibly massive that I'm not sure if it can be measured, then, little sissy boy over here arrived *glares at "Love"*, and now these groups of idiots won't shut up!

"Love": Well, you have no reason to take it out on me.

"Anger": And why not little sissy boy? Am I going to hurt your precious little feelings?

"Love": Don't get me angry... You wouldn't like me when I'm angry...

"Anger": Uhh... News Flash: I'm "Anger". I'm made of 100% pure rage and hatred. That last statement, coming from a sissy wimp like yourself who cares about so much stupid sissy little girly stuff and so incredibly n00bish that I-

"Love" THAT'S THE LAST THING YOU'LL SAY! *tackles "Anger" into the control panel, turning the microphone on*

*Back in the real world*

Bob: *sitting at desk typing on computer* Stupid job... Stupid computer... Stupid car... Stupid TV dinner... Stupid life...

*Ahem, back to the meeting*

Titan Dweevil: Well, that's a stupid idea. I say all our problems will be solved by a simple dose of-

Giant Breadbug: PAIN! PAIN! AHHH!

Titan Dweevil: Correct Giant.

Raging Long-Legs: You feeling ok Giant? You usually are a anti-war hippie...

Giant Breadbug: What are you guys standing around for? Beat that wuss senseless!

Ranging Bloyster: Say, I'm beginning to like the new Giant Breabug! What do you say you have a little drink?

Waterwraith: AHHH! NO! NOT THE DARK PLACE! ANYTHING BUT THE DARK PLACE! *gets in fetal position*

Giant Breadbug: I'll give you three seconds to get off me before I- AHH! MY LEG! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY LEG! Who's the wussy now, punk? MERCY! *screams* You know, I never really liked him. Yeah, me neither. Har Har. The first one who steps up will die a good death. And by good, I mean slow and painful. RUN MAN! AGH! That doesn't bend that- YAAAAA!! The pain... The... I said shut up! And don't you think you can run from me either! OUCH! UNCLE! UNCLE! Aunt? WHO ELSE WANTS SOME!? Let's roleplay: You're the defenseless little bunny, and I'm the raging forest fire! Hey, look, he's running away! Nice going there! I was afraid I was going to have to call in the- Wha- How'd you... No... Please don't fire that... NOT H- *explosion*.

Segmented Crawbster: Amazing. I could've sworn I was going to crack first... Looks like Giant just proved me wrong...

Giant Breadbug: Testing 1..2...3.... Testing 1...2...3... Do you copy? I repeat, do you copy?

Emperor Bulblax: I would, but where are the test answers?

Raging Long-Legs: Yeah, we hear you. What the heck just happened?

Giant Breadbug: It's horrible man... I never knew he would snap like that... It was a massacre... Hey, what did I tell you about making prank phone calls? NO! Please! Spare me! HELP! HELP! SOS! BEEPBEEPBEEP BEEEEEP BEEEEEP BEEPBEEPBEEP! *screams* Thanks goodness that's over with, that beeping was getting on my nerv- *stops talking and turns around* *sees a tranquilizer dart sticking out of his back* What the-... Hey, who's turning out the lights? *falls over*

Disco Ball: (Good call.)

MAL: *gun still pointing at Giant Breadbug* (Hey, who replaced my missiles with tranquilizer darts!?)

Raging Long-Legs: (Heh heh heh... Guns PWN feet my... My... Knee...)

Ranging Bloyster: Call me crazy but... What the heck just happened?

Raging Long-Legs: Just as I suspected. Giant Breadbug must have felt a feeling that was not compatible with his species, so it clashed with his other feelings and personas, and because they never saw anything like it, it PWNed them all.

Pileated Snagret: Wait a minute... Didn't you say PWN was a nerd word in that flashback, but now you use it almost as mush as Titan!

Emperor Bulblax: Hey, geeks can use geek words. Raging plays Nintendo, so he is geeky, kiddy, and stupid. He's overqualified if you ask me.

Raging Long-Legs: (Note to self: Get revenge on Emperor) Right. Luckily, I planned ahead, so we can still save him, but I can't do it alone. Titan?

Titan Dweevil: What do you want your geekiness?

Raging Long-Legs: I want you to meet me on the next floor with as many shiny things as you can find. I'm going to have to use them. And MAL, I'm going to need you for your... umm... Mechanical talent. Everyone else, meet me back here at this exact time tomorrow. I believe I will have found the answer to this problem by then.

Pileated Snagret: Incredible. In one meeting, we have gone from a flashback to saying that Giant Breadbug is alive to a game of truth or dare to beating each other senseless to listening to Titan Dweevil lecture to us about stupidity to Giant Breadbug going insane and finally to us figuring out how to save him. Woah.

Raging Long-Legs: Amazing what we can do when we put our... Our body parts that contain a brain- *glances at Titan* that should have a brain together. Other than that, this meeting is over!

*All the bosses leave except Segmented Crawbster*

Segmented Crawbster: Raging? Raging you there? Aren't you forgetting something? Oh, this is wonderful... This is gonna be one long night...

FIN