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Mr. Eff: Mooooooooooo mooomooo MOO!!
RG: He's still a cow!! YAY! Hey Riz-type-thingy, you can talk to anymals. Talk to him!
Riz: Moo?
Eff: MOO!!
Riz: He says he wants to be back to the future.
RG: ?
Squeak: Where's my tail?!
Eff: -_-;; Moo moo moooooooomoo. Moo..............................................................
Riz: ......................
RG:..................
Squeak: .......
Nny: ........
Psycho: ..
RG: I like dot pyrimids.
Eff:...............................................Moo.
Riz: Oh, oops, mis-translated. He said he wants to be back to normal.
Eff: Moomoo!
RG: TOO BAD!! Mwahahahahahaha!
Eff: *sadly* Moo?
Riz: Moooomoo moo-moo.
Eff: Mo.....................o.
Riz: He wants to know why the hell.
RG: Cuz me and Nny want BBQ hamburgers tonight.
Eff: !
Squeak: Wait, but if it's ham then why is it beef-made?
Nny: Who gives a damn? I like hamburgers no matter where they come from.
Eff: Moomoo mooie moo?
Riz: Even if it came from your best friend?
Nny: *takes out a knife*
Eff: MOO! 0_0
Psycho: *grabs a dish of popcorn from nowhere*
RG: *stops Mr. MooC--I mean, Eff and they are in a mystical forest full of yellow poop-cakes!*
Squeak: THE HELL?!
Riz: *whips out a spider leg and pins it to RG's throat* Bring. Us. To. MY Dimension. NOW!
RG: If you kill me then how the zarking hell are you going to survive?
Riz: JUST DO IT!!
Squeak: Ooooh, looky what I found! *holds up a teddy bear*
Nny: ! *points at it* It's the bastard-bear of a liar!
Shmee: Ummm.....
RG: Shmee? What are you doing here?
Shmee: Raisingbabyfairygnomesinalternatedimensionsisnotmyhobby!!!
RG: *like the old man for a Zim extra* What'd he say?
Nny: I dunno, but I'm seriously freaked out now.
Riz: Fairy.........gnomes? Did you say fairy gnomes?
Shmee: NoIcertainlydidnot!
Squeak: Space him, RG.
RG: Oh yeah, I gotta use spaces on EVERYONE.
Everyone else: -_-;;
And so, after much......ummm....I dunno, stuff(like stuffing Shmee with cat nip)....our people-like-heros return to.........DRUMROLL PLEASE!!*poorly played trumpets blow* Eh, close enough. WE RETURN TO FANFICTION.NET!!
Nny: Nooooooooooooooooo!!!
RG: ^_^
All the Jhonen fans are running about, behaving much like the malfuctioning Sir units.
RG: *Gir voice* HIIIII!
Fan #65: HIYA!!!
Fan #1: Wait, how can I be number one if he's speaking first?
RG: Does anyone really care?
All: NOPE!!
RG: Hey, umm, hasn't anyone noticed my cow and a certain really skinny guy with a knife in his hand? And my cat?*holds up Squeak who meows politely* And my Irken?*holds up Riz who hey's impolitely*And my new styrofoam thingy the skinny-one gave to me? *holds up Psycho D-boy who is staring wide-eyed at everyone*
Psycho: So these are the hellfans. I've never met them before.
All: JOHNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!!
Nny: OH DEAR GOD!!!!! *runs like...um.......that one place*
RG: Hey!! LISTEN TO MAH!! *stands up on a stage, holding Nny over her head*
Nny: Since when are the laws of ps--
RG: Guess what people?! I've got Shmee and Johnny and a Eff-cow and this dude and my own creations to help us fight Nick!!
Random Fan: Again?
All turn to stare at RF.
RF: ........what? Don't you tire of the dooming? And how can Nick still be standing after all these fics?
Riz: I'm not getting into dimensional lectures today to just...uh.....get that guy out the airlock!
RF: AIEEE!! *is thrown out by magikal plastic stuff*
RG: Anywayz, who wants to come with me?
No one raises their hands. Crickets chirp. Mr. Samsa tries to as well but fails and runs home to his mommy.
Squeak: Wow, you weren't kidding when you said you weren't the most respected and slash or listened to.
RG: Shuddup cat.
Squeak: WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT THAT NAME?!
RG: *sighs* It appears that today is Tallest Month.
Riz: The hell?!
Squeak: But how can it be a month if it's a da--
RG: And I'm the youngest one. So thus not only am I naturally ignored but short as well! SWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Nny: Please put me down.
RG: Oh yeah...*puts him down*
Nny: You know, you ought to be known as the 'one whom lacks self-esteem' and 'queen of too-many cameos'.
RG: I know! But I like my Ragamuffiny name too.
Squeak: *raises paw* I don't!
RG: You wanna go out the air lock too?
Squeak: But it's just a window, and I can fly.
Riz: Okay, look. It's the second chapter in this fic and I haven't even killed anyone yet. Can we please just get your fellow doomsters and go?
RG: Yeah, okay. i've just been stallin'.
All: Why?!(Moo?!)
RG: Cuz only two people want to be in it. Unless.....of course......I also brought along--
Riz: NOOOOOO!
RG: Fine.
Nny: Wait, who?
RG: *to Squeak* FOOM!
Squeak: o.0;;
RG: Well it works on little kittens.
Psycho: What does? Foom?
RG: Yup. It scares them. Okay, now let's get them authors.
Nny: I fetch o--ACK!*is dragged away by scary hell fans. Scary. So very scary*
Riz: I take it that it's scary.
RG: We'll save him later. For now, we've gotta find Irken Insane and Kami.
Riz: Wait.....you said that you were the youngest author. II is your age!
RG: Don't point out loopholes in my...uh......thinking.
Suddenly, as in not predicted, THERE WAS A RAID!! Through the celing(there's a celing?) buss in BUM FANS!!
BUM fan #1: Finally! It took us a few months but we.....uhh.....what'd we do again?
BUM fan #2: I think we.....dirrrrr......broke through the roof!
All authors: EVIL EVIL!
The BUM fans fall, forgeting the rope to shimmy down. I love that word. So odd to say.
Authors: *grab their weapons and there's no way I'm un-lazy enough to describe them all*
BUM fan #2: Ah.....what comes after the 'ah' again? Oh yeah, HA! We brought this!!
Squeak: A tranquilizer gun?
Riz: Where's the heavy stuff? Not even a little laser gun!
BUM fan #1: Shoot dat one! *points to CryingChild*
Authors: Meep.....?
BUM fan #2: But that one's on a fancy........ummm........stage! See?! *points at RG but does so with the gun and shoots her*
BUM fan #1: Awww man! This was the duuuuuuuuuhhh, wrong gun! This be da one we stole from that little robot tang-ie!
Squeak: As in Gir? But wait, that means it was Zim's!
Nny: As in an Irken's.....
Riz: As in powerful!!
All turn to RG, who's fallen.....uh...*sees kiddies(NOT kitties, Lenore)in the audience* very asleep. At this the authors are enraged for no one harms--oh nevermind, the BUM fans were already, let's say 'diposed' of. All the authors and the 'friends' she brought along gather around their former fellow(wait, but even in death we are devoted to Jhonen! I've succeeded in confoozling myself. *pause* MY MISSION IN LIFE IN COMPLETE! Good thing I'm dead).
Squeak: *squeaks* We've gotta do somethin'!
Nny: *checks RG's pulse* Now I'm just an amature at this whole "death" thing, but I think she's dead. Hmmmm......yup, pretty sure.
Riz: Spoot.
Squeak: Wait, get a stick to be sure of it!
All authors pull out their trusty sticks and have a poke fest.
Riz: *after poking* Okay, so now we've got a dented 'n' dead fanfiction author.
Nny: THANK GOD!
Squeak: *looks around at the authors* Hey, isn't this be a badth thingth? Whyth don'tth youth careth?
Irken Insane: Cause we've alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll*gasp*lllllllllllllllllllllllll died before! Tis fun!
Meanwhile Psycho D-boy and Mr. Eff are running around in circles chanting about their freedom from RG and moo.
Riz: *almost hysterical* But c'mon! This is--it isn't like--*don't-care-no-more tone*oh forget it.
II: Hey, can I come with you?
Squeak: Well.....we ARE short one author...
II: Yay!
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Whoo! So Irken Insane is now with da doom squad but I'm dead! I died with a "I'm all dead and stuff" shirt on, too! *sudden cough, hack, gag, gasp* Sorry........I'm very ill.......pain........evil allergies plus flu.....*faints but is already dead. So confused.*