Dk: *eating bananas*
Diddy: aren't we suppose to be looking for the control room?
Dk: hey we need fuel to help us to go right?
Diddy: well yeah…..
Me: see diddy? You need food.
*all but me 0_0*
Lanky: WHO THE HECK ARE YOU?
Me: I'm the author of this story, Kevin.
Diddy: aren't you suppose to be, I don't know, TYPING THE STORY!
Me: I am. I'm eating and typing!
Dk: can't argue with that logical!
Diddy: -_-
Me: fine then once we are done, we'll get going.
-meanwhile-
Tiny: DIXIE WATCH OUT BEHIND YOU!
Dixie: CRUD!* get down and protects herself*
Chunky: I GOT HIM! I GOT HIM! *crushed Clyde*
Tiny: NICE!
Dixie: *on communicator* hey candy, how are things on your end?
Candy: *on communicator* good actually I just beaten zeke..
Dixie: good!
Candy: on the flip side, I am so lost right now.
Dixie: join the club
Tiny: DIXIE MISSILE!
Dixie: WHA- *gets hit with missile*
Candy: DIXIE? COME IN, DIXIE!
Chunky: *kicks Dixie*
Tiny: WHAT THE HECK, CHUNKY!
Chunky: just checking if she's out*kicks her again* yep….
Tiny: *signs* how are we related?
Chunky: beats me…
Tiny: -_-