AHAH. WE DON'T EVEN MAKE FANFIC 'CAUSE WE'RE SO UN-TALENTED. H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H.

So yeh. We really just Rate and Comment. We're like cridics. Only better. -Kweky

Just when I think I'm okay and chocking up fluff, i read an ending that back-hand slaps me in the heart. Stop toying with a young boy's emotions. -Pantsu

STEALIN' FAN ART STORIES LYKE BOSSES, YO.

PAST KWERK.: Oh man, oh man. Con Air is about to start. This is gon' be great.

Pantsu & Kwerky pop.*

PANTSU: 'Sup past Kwerky.

KWERKY: What. Are you watching.

PAST KWERK: ...Do you wanna watch a movie with me? It's Con Air.

KWERKY: Actually...

PANTSU: o noh.

KWERKY: YOUR MOVIE TASTE IS HORRIBLE. YOUR PERCEPTION OF THE CHARACTERS IS HORRIBLE. CON AIR. IS FACKING. HORRIBLE.

KWERKY: EVEN YOUR TASTE IN POPCORN IS HORRIBLE.

PAST KWERK: hey...!

KWERKY: You'll thank me later. *tear*

PANTSU: o sht.

KWERKY: Let's go.

leaves to go back*

KIRAI: There you two are. Did you manage to warn your past selves about the dangers of the robots?

PANTSU AND KWERKY: ...

KWERKY: ... i warned him about Con Air.

PANTSU: we had one job.

KWERKY: I think I did a pret-

PANTSU: just one.

NEXT EPISODE

EXTERMINATE. EXTERMINATE. EXTERMINATE. EXTERMINATE. EXTERMINATE. EXTERMINATE. EXTERMINATE. EXTERMINATE. EXTERMINATE. EXTERMINATE. EXTERMINATE.

PANTSU: I TOLD YOU IT WOULD FOLLOW US HERE.

KWERKY: YEAH BUT I DIDN'T BELEIVE YOU.

THE EFFING END.