Oh No, Not Again!
Epilogue
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
And so, the group spent many years roaming the galaxy, all trying to get back home. This was of course, impossible, because they were all from different time periods. It was only after a series of events, triggered by Fred eating a very bad bowl of pea soup, that the group realized that Frizz and Sarah could send them all home. So they did. Sarah went on to spontaneously combust on 27 separate occasions and quit her job as a part-time stapling machine, before her death in 2207, in an accident involving pudding, an eraser, and six orange magic markers. Frizz went on to write this whole story. Interestingly enough, shortly after Andy Warhol returned home, he uttered his famous quote, "In the future, everybody will be famous for fifteen minutes." a statement which is almost completely irrelevant to the topic.
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Yes, that is the end. I am extremely depressed, but, bear in mind, it had to end someday. This story has improved my writing and sense of humor greatly, and I imagine that it saved many of you from extreme boredom. I still can't believe that I wrote 60 (now 61) chapters of utter insanity. And that people actually remained interested. Once again, thank you, to all my lovely reviewers, and even to those who read and do not review. I leave you with this finial word of randomness: Pork.
Love, kisses and some more equally sensitive stuff,
Frizz K. West