Narrator pow:
"My fat majesty! I have good news and the bad news!" A visibly tired Soldier shouted, phasing throu the doors into the cerempnial room with Weiss on the throne and at least a dozen of other mercenaries plus Pyrrha around her.
"It's slim for you." Weiss corrected him with a suggestive face, letting out a bass boosted sounds as she send him a doubtful glare. "Anyways, start with the bad one."
"They escaped to Vale."
"And the good one?"
"We found your old crewmates."
"That's great... What do you mean they escaped to Vale?!"
"They just did it, apparently saving people of Mistral wasn't more important then their lives." Spy corrected her, peeking from the ceeling as she slowly dropped down on the rusty grappling hook.
"Now that I think about it, that's something we would do." Weiss sighed lightly, understanding the situation. "Now that I think about it, maybe we should just end it all?"
"What do you mean?" Pyrrha asked, looking pale in the situation.
"Some things just aren't worth the effort, such as trying to be funny, drinking something else besides diet coke or giving the enemies fair chances for free." She added, taking out Engineer's construction PDA.
"A YEE-bomb?" One of Heavies asked, others busy with worriesome scrutinising their sandwitches. "That would be dangerous shit."
"Exacly." She responded, giving them a sad face. "As soon as I press it, Dragon Island turns into a hole that will be instantly drowned by nearby seas. Alongside Salem and at least some of her Grimm and coworkers." She added, sending a wink to a Spy who was sliding on the window like a snail.
"It does sound whacky tho, to just blow up the wasteland full of bad guys..." One of Soldiers added, sniffing with hope as he somehow managed to catch cold in a heated room.
"Indeed. Maybe that's going to be a fine farewell." Weiss added, pressing the button much to the other's panic. "Calm down you two, it's not like you put more Engineers in there than necssary... Right guys?" She asked them, just before the windows melted from the shockwave and a nuclear mushroom-shaped cloud of reddish smoke appeared on the horizon. "Right guy-!"
Author pow:
Yup, this fic is over. In case you couldn't tell writing a script for a silly Gmod animations is hard, especially when your writing isn't in the top half amongst people doing it. Besides, there is a reason why that stuff is animated or made into audio files rather than written. Go on youtube or just look back at Doctor Lalve to see what mean.
But we can all learn from this... Thing something, Those who liked it already know the first one. And for those who didn't like it but kept reading I have the second thing.
Forced funny is the worst type of funny that there is, matched only by the unfunny.
Won't you agree?