"Is Kazooie still feeling sick?" Darth Vader asked while slicing his red light saber through various sand bags.
An animated yet surprisingly accurate portrayal of a fictionalized George Lucas was awkwardly there trying to digitally alter various things. "I don't know; maybe she is: those weird floating gloves that we can easily render in digital seem to be mum on the word-"
"Ugh I hate those freaky hands." Dick Dastardly complained while trying to make a complicated cheating device for him to use in the next wacky race. "They always know how to cause trouble."
Speaking of which:
"Did you really give this unnecessary story another chapter just to mock me?" Kazooie sneezed since she felt worse than the 1st entry into this bizarre fanfiction. "You better be thankful I'm not real because I would peck your head out until you gained a migraine."