Lord Drake Misadventures Episode 2-7

In the bowels of The Dragon's Haste, Vyce and Drake are talking in a random empty room.

Vyce: So are are we ever going to do what Abbadon asked us to?
Drake: Why would I want to do that? Maybe I should ask my associate Tlanextic.
Vyce: He's not down here Drake, how are you going to ask him?
Drake: What do you mean? He's right here!

Lord Drake pulls out a sock puppet of Tlanextic, complete with arms and a mini serpent staff

Drake: Tlanextic, should we do what Abbadon says?
Drake (as Tlanextic): No Lord Drake, Abbadon is stupid meanie face and I don't like him. We should never do as he says.
Drake: See? It's Tlanextic.
Vyce: Drake, I'm not a moron, that's clearly a sock puppet.
Drake (as Tlanextic): She's the moron, I'm a real person.
Drake: See? You can't argue with him!
Vyce: Well then...

Vyce rummages around for a bit, and comes up with making another sock puppet of Tlanextic.

Drake: There's two of them!
Vyce (As Tlanextic): We should do what Abbadon says, it's so much more fun!
Drake (As Tlanextic): Don't listen to that fool, Failbaddon knows nothing.
Vyce (As Tlanextic): Listen to me! I know what I'm doing.
Drake: I don't know who to listen to! I think I'm going to go crazy!
Tlanextic: What are you two morons doing down here? Isn't this one of the cultist's rooms.
Drake: There's three of them!
Tlanextic: Excuse me?
Vyce (As Tlanextic): He's the impostor!
Drake (As Tlanextic): You both are the impostors, I'm the real one!
Drake: I don't know who to beleive!
Tlanextic: This is getting way out of hand Drake: I agree!
Drake (As Tlanextic): I don't!
Vyce (As Tlanextic): Quiet you!

Suddenly the ship shakes violently, and the sound of screeching metal on metal is heard throughout the ship.

Drake: Warp almighty, what is this, Star Trek? What in the warp hit us?
Tlanextic: We should head to the bridge and find out.
Vyce: Alright

Vyce tosses away her Tlanextic handpuppet, Tlanextic sighs and facepalms and then exits the room, Vyce glares at Drake's Tlanextic handpuppet, and Drake confusedly looks at it.

Vyce: Come on Drake, neither of us listen to Tlanextic most of the time anyway.

Drake huffs, Vyce rolls her eyes and follows after Tlanextic. Drake stares some more at the handpuppet and tosses it away much in the same fashion as Vyce did, leaving the room and following after.

On the bridge, cultists were panicking as usual, the screech hadn't died off yet, the ship itself must be large, or just really long. Sirens were going off belowdecks, and Dragonspit is trying to calm things down. Lord Drake steps onto the bridge, flanked by Vyce and Tlanextic. The bridge goes silent as the three leaders enter the room.

Drake: Give me a status report.
Rhuemwight: My lord, it appears we have been hit by a starship.
Drake: Thank you captain obvious, I could have figured that out myself. With all these ships running into us it's no wonder we haven't fallen apart, I think we need to head back to Drache at some point.
Tlanextic: Why is it that ships are running into us all the time, I thought we were traveling through the warp.
Vyce: Other things travel through the warp too.
Drake: Like sock puppets?
Tlanextic: No Drake.

The comm system crackles, and feminine yet reptillian voice sounds out across the bridge.

Sindragosa: Sorry! I didn't even see you guys!
Vyce: That voice sounds familiar.
Tlanextic: It's because she thinks your pathetic magic will betray you.
Vyce: Oh no. Not her.
Drake: Wait, you two know who it is?
Vyce; Well. Sort of.
Tlanextic: We were playing World of Warhammercraft again.
Drake: Didn't we.. you know.. visit that place sometime?
Vyce: I think we were indirectly responsible. Do we still have that recording from the second time we visited Azeroth?
Drake: No, I think I demolished it with the rest.
Tlanextic: What are dragons doing in space anyway?
Vyce: And why is Sindy all in one piece?
Drake: Huh? Sindragosa: Huh?
Vyce: Last I saw you you were hanging out with the Lich King, but you were an undead frost wyrm.
Sindragosa: I was?
Vyce: Uh-oh.
Drake: Uh-oh what?
Vyce: Well.. She doesn't remember being dead or hanging out with the Lich king. What's the most common method we know of for people suddenly forgetting things or otherwise being changed or missing entirely?
Drake: Is that downsizing?
Vyce: No.
Drake: Memory loss?
Tlanextic: No.
Drake: Furlough?
Vyce: No!
Drake: Jersey shore?
Vyce: Shut up about that show, or I'll bring back the ponies.
Drake: Not the ponies!
Vyce: Good Chaos Lord. Now, I'm meaning retcon. First that city, now all this stuff in the Azeroth.
Tlanextic: Do we have a rogue retconner running about or something?
Drake: That'd be silly, like card games on motorcycles.
Vyce: Or card games in space.
Tlanextic: Or card games in general.
Drake: So what if the other races got retconned?
Vyce: Or maybe it was because of the strange merger of Wathammer Fantasy and Warcraft.
Tlaenxtic: Well perhaps we should visit Azeroth again, see what's happened to them.
Drake: With luck, Khorne will have ruled everything!
Tlanextic: Or the raven lord will be in charge.
Vyce: Or I get to kill an Emperor again!
Freyskol: Can you morons release me already?