(Chenjala's unusually agitated. The rest of the Legionaries must evade her wrath.)
It's an average (well, average for their standards) day at the Legionaries' base. All of them (sans Shaydon, Enzo, and Chenjala) are having a meeting in the kitchen.
Drake: Gentlemen, we are gathered here to discuss a conundrum.
Gaxon: Are you referring to the absence of Shaydon, my liege?
Drametha: Actually, Chenjala appears to be unusually aggressive today. It may be her time of the month.
Drake: That seems unlikely, kid. Insects don't menstruate.
Drametha: Yelvraqs have some mammalian features, like hair! It wouldn't be too surprising if they could menstruate.
Chenjala: (offscreen) STUPID DOORS! WHY DO YOU KEEP BREAKING?!
Avery: I think now's a good time to use the Joestar secret technique.
Drake: Good idea. Legionaries…legionize.
They sneak away, and attempt to enter Avery's room, only to find the door's locked.
Drametha: It's locked. Wonder who locked us out.
Drake: I got this.
Drake teleports into Avery's room and unlocks the door from the other side. The other 3 Legionaries immediately get in.
Gaxon: I detect Chenjala's imminent arrival.
Drake: Close the door! Close the freaking door!
Avery slams the door shut.
Drametha: And lock it!
Avery locks the door.
Chenjala arrives at the door, and starts banging on it.
Chenjala: WHO'S IN THERE?! OPEN UP! I NEED SOMEONE'S HEAD TO RIP OFF!
Drake: (whispering) Don't say anything, and she might not notice us.
There's a long pause, as the Legionaries sit in silent anticipation.
Chenjala: Ugh...never mind!
She leaves, and the group let out a collective sigh of relief. Enzo suddenly pokes his head out of the closet.
Enzo: Oh, thank frick she's gone.
Drametha: How'd you get in here?
Enzo: I gotta hide from Chenjala. Apparently, that bug can't take a joke.
Drake: What. Did. You. Do?
Enzo: Chill. I put this stuff called angel dust into her coffee. I figured she'd trip out of somethin'.
Drake: (telekinetically pins him to the wall) Damnit, Enzo! That stuff heightens aggression!
Enzo: Why do you losers even need to be here?
Avery: First of all, Ass Eater, this is my room! Also, Chenjala's kinda in a bad mood because of you, so stay quiet.
Enzo: O rly? (he opens the door and sticks his head out the doorway) VEEEENUUUUUS!
Avery quickly boots him out the doorway, closes the door, locks it, boards it up, covers it in chains, puts an anvil in front of it, and sticks a tiny wedge in it.
Enzo looks on in horror as Chenjala glares at him.
Chenjala: You're mine now.
Enzo: Aw crap.
Enzo can be heard screaming from outside Avery's room.
Avery: So...now what?
Cut to the group playing Pac-Man 2. Avery's trying (and failing) to lead Pac-Man somewhere.
Avery: Look, you little yellow bastard! LOOK!
Drake: He's mad, he's not gonna listen to you.
Avery's practically hammering the buttons.
Avery: LOOK! LOOKLOOKLOOKLOOKLOOK! FREAKING LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK!
He somehow sends Pac-Man into his insane state, and throws his controller at the TV in rage, smashing both.
Drake and Drametha: AVERY!
Avery: Sorry.
At that moment, Chenjala's noticed the noise the group's making. She proceeds to bust down the door, with a mangled Enzo in her mouth like a chew toy, and roar at them.
Avery: OH MY GOOOOOODS!
She prepares to charge at them. Everyone except Gaxon panics, until Avery pulls out a frying pan. In slow motion, he swings the pan…
...cut back to normal speed as that one swing is enough to send Chenjala twirling to the floor.
Drametha: Well, that was anticlimactic.
Gaxon produces chain constructs to restrain Chenjala, who has been reduced to growling and shaking Enzo around like an animal.
Drake: So...when do you guys think the PCP will wear off?
Drametha: Don't ask me. Shaydon's the substance-slipping expert here.
Avery: Shaydon...oh, crap! We gotta find him!
Drake: Alright, then. We'll search for him tomorrow...after Chenjala's sobered up.
They walk away, leaving Enzo in Chenjala's mouth.
Enzo: Hey, guys? A little help?