When A Gag Goes Too Far
Chapter 5: The Three Rs: Regroup, Rethink, and Rehabilitate!
A/N: Much to my displeasure I don't own anything except myself. Shackler belongs to a Noise Tank (formerly known as NoiseTank13). Oh, and I had make Thug Angel (who is now Punk Angel) seem mean to the point of cruel. She's really not as long as you don't get her mad, but I needed to make her seem that way. Sorry, Punk Angel, please don't kill me!
Thug Angel and Jessi (a.k.a. Crash) were still falling helplessly through the sky. Thug Angel was not completely convinced that they were going to die.
"Jessi-chan! What are the chances we're going to live through this?!"
"We're going to die on impact!"
"What if we never land?!" Thug Angel yelled, searching for a ray of hope.
"You're an idiot! We have to land sooner or later! There's no such thing as a groundless sky!"
They hit a warm updraft of air that slowed them down considerably. They both felt some kind of radiation of heat, as if a large energy source was nearby.
"Or an updraftless sky for that matter!" Jessi (a.k.a. Crash) said as they passed through the updraft and continued falling.
"Uh, Jessi-chan?"
"Yes?"
"If we hit solid steel now, would we live?"
"Maybe. Why?"
As if on cue, the duo hit solid steel face first; the solid steel of a blue and white ship's deck.
"Ow... Jessi-chan, that hurt!"
Jessi (a.k.a. Crash) didn't say anything.
"Jessi-chan?"
The only sound was that of six muffled voices voices screaming "What the?!".
"Grr... Speak to me!" Thug Angel yelled as she jumped up and began to kick Jessi (a.k.a. Crash) in her ribs repeatedly. "Breathe, darn you! Don't die on me! I need your brain!"
Six people rushed out onto the deck clad in pirate-ish clothes. They stopped a few feet from the authoresses, staring at the scene.
"Um, excuse me," a male in blue asked. "Why are you kicking that girl?"
"Because I don't know freaking CPR!"
With a cry of anger, Thug Angel kicked Jessi (a.k.a. Crash) with all the strength she could muster. Jessi (a.k.a. Crash)'s eyes popped open and she screamed a scream that would put any star of any horror movie to shame.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Many headaches ensued.
"Yeowza! What's with you?!" Jessi (a.k.a. Crash) gasped as she held her ribs.
"I thought you were dead!"
"You missed one obvious point of why I was knocked out and you weren't."
"What's that?"
"Your head is harder than mine."
Jessi (a.k.a. Crash) stood up with Thug Angel's help and took in her new surroundings.
"Well, this is a peachy little developement, wouldn't you say, Jessi-chan?." Thug Angel said as Jessi (a.k.a. Crash)'s legs nearly collapsed beneath her. "Are you okay?!"
"A bit dizzy, but I'm fine."
Thug Angel was a crutch for the weak-kneed authoress. Jessi (a.k.a. Crash) noticed the six bamboozled people in front of her when a girl in a white dress tried to help her get up.
"Thug, private, now, talk, now, hurry, can't use pronouns, now!"
"Shackler, where are we?"
"Gundam Wing territory. That's were the author is."
"Hopefully."
NoiseTank13 and Shackler were running through the sewers trying desperately to find a man-hole.
"This smell! How can you live with it?!" NoiseTank13 gasped.
"What smell?" Shackler said in surprise.
"I think your mask is on too tight."
Shackler reached toward the back of his head, and loosened his mask.
"Yuck! Let's get out of here!"
At last a man-hole was in view. Shackler pushed NoiseTank13 out of his way and clambered up the ladder. About ten seconds later, Shackler leapt back into the sewer.
"What's wrong?" NoiseTank13 grumbled.
"Gundam Sandrock is on a rampage. Quatre must be having one of his psychotic episodes." Shackler explained.
"Great. Now what are we going to do?"
"We're going to go up there and run for our lives!"
NoiseTank13 rolled his eyes.
"Stupidity reigns supreme."
"So does my fist."
"I am your creator; I can also destroy you!"
"Well, if you're so strong, you go up there and distract the Gundam!"
"Okay, I will!"
With that, NoiseTank13 sped up the ladder and through the open man-hole. Only after seeing the Gundam, did he realize what Shackler had manipulated him into doing.
"Go to heck, Shackler!" he screamed into the man-hole. "Go to heck!"
"After you!" Shackler yelled back.
The Gundam faced the author and lifted its rifle to fire at him.
"Oh no..."
Bullets exploded from the rifle with the sounds of thunder accompanying them. NoiseTank13 ran for his life, darting between signs and litter, searching for sanctuary. He found none, but heard a sound in the distance; the screeching of tires.
"What now?!"
When he turned around he saw that Shackler had finally come out of the sewer. What really interested him was the taxi hurtling towards them.
"A taxi when I need one. That's a first." NoiseTank13 said sarcastically as the taxi with Duo, Axel, and Tallulah skidded to a stop in front of him. "Shackler, come here!"
Duo was now driving the taxi. Axel, who was in the front seat, had a white knuckle grip on the seat. Tallulah was cowering on the floorboards in the backseat with her arms covering her head. Quatre had, for some reason, stopped firing.
"Any chance on us getting a ride?" Shackler asked as he jumped into the backseat.
"Ow! Hey, get your skate out of my stomache!" Tallulah shouted.
"Who are you?"
"Tallulah!"
"Wait a minute, hold up, whoa!" NoiseTank13 said slowly. "Tallulah? The author?"
"Yes, and you are?"
"NoiseTank13 and this is Shackler."
At that moment, Tallulah finally lost her composure and burst into tears. Duo turned around in his seat to stare at her. Axel didn't move; he had been traumatized for life thanks to Duo's driving skills.
"What's going on?! Everybody wants me dead just because I wrote a few stories! Haven't they ever heard of a little thing called freedom of expression?!"
"Uh, actually, they have." NoiseTank13 replied in surprise. "Just calm down. There's bound to be a reasonable explanation for all of this junk. All I know so far is...not much."
"Hm... Is anyone else here? Any authors?"
"I know Disk is and he and Harry Potter went looking for a couple of authors."
"Disk the GG?! Harry Potter?! The MacDougall Brothers! Vash! When will the insanity end?!"
"Vash?! Trigun Vash?! Vash the Stampede?! The Human Typhoon?! We've got to get him on our side!"
"Um, side?"
"This is a war!"
"War?" Tallulah mumbled before the stress finally made her faint.
"Some people just aren't cut out for this." Duo commented smugly as he righted himself and grasped the steering wheel of the taxi. "Anyway, hop in before Quatre starts firing again. Meet Axel."
Shackler propped Tallulah up on the far right side of the taxi and sat down next to her. NoiseTank13 sat down next to Shackler and closed the door.
"Hi, you're an author, I presume?" NoiseTank13 said as he held his head in his hands.
"Yeah, and this is my taxi, which by the time we stop Quatre will probably be a pile of rubble." Axel sighed sadly.
"So, how are we going to stop blondie, Duo?" NoiseTank13 asked as Duo once again sped off.
"We get Deathscythe and go after him."
"Would you need help?"
"Can you operate a Gundam?"
"I've watched you do it for years, does that count?"
"Hm, why not. Zero is with Deathscythe; you can take it for a spin."
"Alright! Hey, wait, what about Heero?"
"What about him?"
"Wouldn't he get mad or something?"
"What he doesn't know won't enrage him. He's not with Zero right now."
"Then, where is he?"
In a YMCA far away, two men were playing "Battleships".
"C-8, Wufei."
"Injustice!"
"That's another win for me! Heero, please put in on the scoreboard."
Heero silently put a tally mark under Quatre's name, which had fifteen of them, on a small chalkboard. Wufei hadn't won any games, and consequently he was hopping mad.
"Do you want to play again, Wufei?" Quatre asked kindly.
"I am weak! I shouldn't fight!"
"I guess Duo won that bet." Heero grumbled.
"What bet are you talking about, Weakling?" Wufei insisted.
"I bet Duo that you'd win more games than Quatre. I've lost five-hundred dollars."
"Oh, I'll lend you the money, Heero." Quatre said as he gave Heero five one-hundred dollar bills. "So Wufei, do want to play again?"
"One more time, Weakling."
Duo, NoiseTank13, and company were racing along the streets, avoiding the newest hail of bullets.
"Whoohoo! I'm going to control a Gundam!" NoiseTank13 shouted with his arms in the air.
"Provided we live that long." Duo pointed out glumly.
"Why wouldn't we live that long?"
"Check out Quatre."
NoiseTank13 turned in his seat and saw Quatre charging up a Buster Rifle.
"Go, go, go! Faster! Do you want to be obliterated?!"
Disk and Harry Potter were flying through the Blair Witch Woods, following Thug Angel's and Jessi (a.k.a. Crash)'s footprints.
"Man, one of those two has huge feet." Disk commented.
"No kidding. Those shoes must size eleven, at least!" Harry agreed.
"I think they were twelves, but who's counting?" Aisha's voice called from an open manhole.
"Harry, can this thing go any faster?"
"Of course."
"What are you waiting for?! Put the pedal to the metal already!"
The Firebolt zoomed forward and away from Aisha, who was climbing out of the hole of sewage.
"Gah, come back here! You authors are going to pay!"
Out of nowhere, a ball of light shot down from the sky and crashed right into Aisha, who had finally gotten out of the sewer, into a large oak tree.
"Whoa, Harry, stop!"
"Will you make up your mind, Disk?"
"What do you see?"
"An angry cat that took too many steroids and hormone injections."
"Besides that!"
"A vampire... What movie is this again?"
"Crouching Ctarl Ctarl, Hidden Author."
"Congratulatons, Disk."
"For what?"
"Tilting the "corny" meter."
The vampire stood up, and took a slow look around.
"Oh, boy, N1K, now what? I'm lost... And hungry, where's a blood bank when I really need one?" N1K said to himself.
"There'll be plenty of blood on the ground when I'm through with you!" Aisha screamed as she flexed her muscles. "Too bad you won't be around to pig out!"
"I bet your blood is pretty tasty! I hope you won't mind being a vampire!"
With that Aisha lunged at N1K, roaring and preparing to pummel him into oblivion. N1K jumped and Aisha sailed under him as he kicked the middle of her back. She hit the ground and N1K took a few small leaps backwards. Aisha stood up and began to transform. Her muscles grew, her fangs lengthened, and she began to growl and laugh.
"You'll regret that!"
"Hey, Disk here! N1K crashed into Aisha, and now there's going to be a battle royal! Harry and I can only watch in wonder, next time in "Of Fights, Heights, and the Gundam's Might!"! Hey, Harry, pass the popcorn!"
"Yuck! It needs salt!"
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A/N: Yes, the last segment was unusually short, but I wanted to post this ASAP since its been practically an eternity since I last updated WaGGTF. Blooper time! Once again these were created on the spot and in a small amount of time, so if you're expecting to roll on the floor laughing your butt off, go read something else.
*Titanic Rip-off*
Thug Angel and Jessi (a.k.a. Crash) were standing near the front edge of the steel airship's deck where they were supposed to be talking about their present situation. Instead, they had climbed onto the railing, stretched out their arms a la "Titanic", and were screaming at the top of their lungs.
"We're the queens of fan fiction that is for some reason considered humorous!"
*Get It Right, Tallulah*
Tallulah and NoiseTank13 were having a small disagreement after Shackler had impaled her.
"Um, side?" Tallulah asked fearfully.
"This is a war!" NoiseTank13 shouted in frustration.
"War?"
Tallulah didn't faint, despite her efforts to act shocked and terrified.
"Tallulah, can it be that hard to faint on cue?" NoiseTank13 sighed.
"Yes!"
"No way!"
Thug Angel walked onto the set dragging the unconscious Jessi (a.k.a. Crash) behind her.
"No it can't! Look at how well Jessi-chan does it!" she insisted.
"She's also extremely pale and the top of her head is bleeding... Eek!"
Tallulah fainted and Jessi (a.k.a. Crash)'s eyes quickly opened.
"She is so gulible!" the "injured" authoress laughed as she stood up, walked over to the snack table, grabbed a fry, wiped it in the blood on her head, and ate it. "Behold the power of ketchup!"
*Watch Out for That Author*
Disk and Harry were flying away from Aisha as quickly as possible. The ball of light provided by special effects came in far too early.
"Harry, watch out!"
Harry got out of the ball's way, but hit a tree, causing Disk and himself to be hurled to the ground.
"Ow. Next time, I drive." Disk murmured.
"Oh, shut-up." Harry grumbled back.
Chapter 5: The Three Rs: Regroup, Rethink, and Rehabilitate!
A/N: Much to my displeasure I don't own anything except myself. Shackler belongs to a Noise Tank (formerly known as NoiseTank13). Oh, and I had make Thug Angel (who is now Punk Angel) seem mean to the point of cruel. She's really not as long as you don't get her mad, but I needed to make her seem that way. Sorry, Punk Angel, please don't kill me!
Thug Angel and Jessi (a.k.a. Crash) were still falling helplessly through the sky. Thug Angel was not completely convinced that they were going to die.
"Jessi-chan! What are the chances we're going to live through this?!"
"We're going to die on impact!"
"What if we never land?!" Thug Angel yelled, searching for a ray of hope.
"You're an idiot! We have to land sooner or later! There's no such thing as a groundless sky!"
They hit a warm updraft of air that slowed them down considerably. They both felt some kind of radiation of heat, as if a large energy source was nearby.
"Or an updraftless sky for that matter!" Jessi (a.k.a. Crash) said as they passed through the updraft and continued falling.
"Uh, Jessi-chan?"
"Yes?"
"If we hit solid steel now, would we live?"
"Maybe. Why?"
As if on cue, the duo hit solid steel face first; the solid steel of a blue and white ship's deck.
"Ow... Jessi-chan, that hurt!"
Jessi (a.k.a. Crash) didn't say anything.
"Jessi-chan?"
The only sound was that of six muffled voices voices screaming "What the?!".
"Grr... Speak to me!" Thug Angel yelled as she jumped up and began to kick Jessi (a.k.a. Crash) in her ribs repeatedly. "Breathe, darn you! Don't die on me! I need your brain!"
Six people rushed out onto the deck clad in pirate-ish clothes. They stopped a few feet from the authoresses, staring at the scene.
"Um, excuse me," a male in blue asked. "Why are you kicking that girl?"
"Because I don't know freaking CPR!"
With a cry of anger, Thug Angel kicked Jessi (a.k.a. Crash) with all the strength she could muster. Jessi (a.k.a. Crash)'s eyes popped open and she screamed a scream that would put any star of any horror movie to shame.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Many headaches ensued.
"Yeowza! What's with you?!" Jessi (a.k.a. Crash) gasped as she held her ribs.
"I thought you were dead!"
"You missed one obvious point of why I was knocked out and you weren't."
"What's that?"
"Your head is harder than mine."
Jessi (a.k.a. Crash) stood up with Thug Angel's help and took in her new surroundings.
"Well, this is a peachy little developement, wouldn't you say, Jessi-chan?." Thug Angel said as Jessi (a.k.a. Crash)'s legs nearly collapsed beneath her. "Are you okay?!"
"A bit dizzy, but I'm fine."
Thug Angel was a crutch for the weak-kneed authoress. Jessi (a.k.a. Crash) noticed the six bamboozled people in front of her when a girl in a white dress tried to help her get up.
"Thug, private, now, talk, now, hurry, can't use pronouns, now!"
"Shackler, where are we?"
"Gundam Wing territory. That's were the author is."
"Hopefully."
NoiseTank13 and Shackler were running through the sewers trying desperately to find a man-hole.
"This smell! How can you live with it?!" NoiseTank13 gasped.
"What smell?" Shackler said in surprise.
"I think your mask is on too tight."
Shackler reached toward the back of his head, and loosened his mask.
"Yuck! Let's get out of here!"
At last a man-hole was in view. Shackler pushed NoiseTank13 out of his way and clambered up the ladder. About ten seconds later, Shackler leapt back into the sewer.
"What's wrong?" NoiseTank13 grumbled.
"Gundam Sandrock is on a rampage. Quatre must be having one of his psychotic episodes." Shackler explained.
"Great. Now what are we going to do?"
"We're going to go up there and run for our lives!"
NoiseTank13 rolled his eyes.
"Stupidity reigns supreme."
"So does my fist."
"I am your creator; I can also destroy you!"
"Well, if you're so strong, you go up there and distract the Gundam!"
"Okay, I will!"
With that, NoiseTank13 sped up the ladder and through the open man-hole. Only after seeing the Gundam, did he realize what Shackler had manipulated him into doing.
"Go to heck, Shackler!" he screamed into the man-hole. "Go to heck!"
"After you!" Shackler yelled back.
The Gundam faced the author and lifted its rifle to fire at him.
"Oh no..."
Bullets exploded from the rifle with the sounds of thunder accompanying them. NoiseTank13 ran for his life, darting between signs and litter, searching for sanctuary. He found none, but heard a sound in the distance; the screeching of tires.
"What now?!"
When he turned around he saw that Shackler had finally come out of the sewer. What really interested him was the taxi hurtling towards them.
"A taxi when I need one. That's a first." NoiseTank13 said sarcastically as the taxi with Duo, Axel, and Tallulah skidded to a stop in front of him. "Shackler, come here!"
Duo was now driving the taxi. Axel, who was in the front seat, had a white knuckle grip on the seat. Tallulah was cowering on the floorboards in the backseat with her arms covering her head. Quatre had, for some reason, stopped firing.
"Any chance on us getting a ride?" Shackler asked as he jumped into the backseat.
"Ow! Hey, get your skate out of my stomache!" Tallulah shouted.
"Who are you?"
"Tallulah!"
"Wait a minute, hold up, whoa!" NoiseTank13 said slowly. "Tallulah? The author?"
"Yes, and you are?"
"NoiseTank13 and this is Shackler."
At that moment, Tallulah finally lost her composure and burst into tears. Duo turned around in his seat to stare at her. Axel didn't move; he had been traumatized for life thanks to Duo's driving skills.
"What's going on?! Everybody wants me dead just because I wrote a few stories! Haven't they ever heard of a little thing called freedom of expression?!"
"Uh, actually, they have." NoiseTank13 replied in surprise. "Just calm down. There's bound to be a reasonable explanation for all of this junk. All I know so far is...not much."
"Hm... Is anyone else here? Any authors?"
"I know Disk is and he and Harry Potter went looking for a couple of authors."
"Disk the GG?! Harry Potter?! The MacDougall Brothers! Vash! When will the insanity end?!"
"Vash?! Trigun Vash?! Vash the Stampede?! The Human Typhoon?! We've got to get him on our side!"
"Um, side?"
"This is a war!"
"War?" Tallulah mumbled before the stress finally made her faint.
"Some people just aren't cut out for this." Duo commented smugly as he righted himself and grasped the steering wheel of the taxi. "Anyway, hop in before Quatre starts firing again. Meet Axel."
Shackler propped Tallulah up on the far right side of the taxi and sat down next to her. NoiseTank13 sat down next to Shackler and closed the door.
"Hi, you're an author, I presume?" NoiseTank13 said as he held his head in his hands.
"Yeah, and this is my taxi, which by the time we stop Quatre will probably be a pile of rubble." Axel sighed sadly.
"So, how are we going to stop blondie, Duo?" NoiseTank13 asked as Duo once again sped off.
"We get Deathscythe and go after him."
"Would you need help?"
"Can you operate a Gundam?"
"I've watched you do it for years, does that count?"
"Hm, why not. Zero is with Deathscythe; you can take it for a spin."
"Alright! Hey, wait, what about Heero?"
"What about him?"
"Wouldn't he get mad or something?"
"What he doesn't know won't enrage him. He's not with Zero right now."
"Then, where is he?"
In a YMCA far away, two men were playing "Battleships".
"C-8, Wufei."
"Injustice!"
"That's another win for me! Heero, please put in on the scoreboard."
Heero silently put a tally mark under Quatre's name, which had fifteen of them, on a small chalkboard. Wufei hadn't won any games, and consequently he was hopping mad.
"Do you want to play again, Wufei?" Quatre asked kindly.
"I am weak! I shouldn't fight!"
"I guess Duo won that bet." Heero grumbled.
"What bet are you talking about, Weakling?" Wufei insisted.
"I bet Duo that you'd win more games than Quatre. I've lost five-hundred dollars."
"Oh, I'll lend you the money, Heero." Quatre said as he gave Heero five one-hundred dollar bills. "So Wufei, do want to play again?"
"One more time, Weakling."
Duo, NoiseTank13, and company were racing along the streets, avoiding the newest hail of bullets.
"Whoohoo! I'm going to control a Gundam!" NoiseTank13 shouted with his arms in the air.
"Provided we live that long." Duo pointed out glumly.
"Why wouldn't we live that long?"
"Check out Quatre."
NoiseTank13 turned in his seat and saw Quatre charging up a Buster Rifle.
"Go, go, go! Faster! Do you want to be obliterated?!"
Disk and Harry Potter were flying through the Blair Witch Woods, following Thug Angel's and Jessi (a.k.a. Crash)'s footprints.
"Man, one of those two has huge feet." Disk commented.
"No kidding. Those shoes must size eleven, at least!" Harry agreed.
"I think they were twelves, but who's counting?" Aisha's voice called from an open manhole.
"Harry, can this thing go any faster?"
"Of course."
"What are you waiting for?! Put the pedal to the metal already!"
The Firebolt zoomed forward and away from Aisha, who was climbing out of the hole of sewage.
"Gah, come back here! You authors are going to pay!"
Out of nowhere, a ball of light shot down from the sky and crashed right into Aisha, who had finally gotten out of the sewer, into a large oak tree.
"Whoa, Harry, stop!"
"Will you make up your mind, Disk?"
"What do you see?"
"An angry cat that took too many steroids and hormone injections."
"Besides that!"
"A vampire... What movie is this again?"
"Crouching Ctarl Ctarl, Hidden Author."
"Congratulatons, Disk."
"For what?"
"Tilting the "corny" meter."
The vampire stood up, and took a slow look around.
"Oh, boy, N1K, now what? I'm lost... And hungry, where's a blood bank when I really need one?" N1K said to himself.
"There'll be plenty of blood on the ground when I'm through with you!" Aisha screamed as she flexed her muscles. "Too bad you won't be around to pig out!"
"I bet your blood is pretty tasty! I hope you won't mind being a vampire!"
With that Aisha lunged at N1K, roaring and preparing to pummel him into oblivion. N1K jumped and Aisha sailed under him as he kicked the middle of her back. She hit the ground and N1K took a few small leaps backwards. Aisha stood up and began to transform. Her muscles grew, her fangs lengthened, and she began to growl and laugh.
"You'll regret that!"
"Hey, Disk here! N1K crashed into Aisha, and now there's going to be a battle royal! Harry and I can only watch in wonder, next time in "Of Fights, Heights, and the Gundam's Might!"! Hey, Harry, pass the popcorn!"
"Yuck! It needs salt!"
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A/N: Yes, the last segment was unusually short, but I wanted to post this ASAP since its been practically an eternity since I last updated WaGGTF. Blooper time! Once again these were created on the spot and in a small amount of time, so if you're expecting to roll on the floor laughing your butt off, go read something else.
*Titanic Rip-off*
Thug Angel and Jessi (a.k.a. Crash) were standing near the front edge of the steel airship's deck where they were supposed to be talking about their present situation. Instead, they had climbed onto the railing, stretched out their arms a la "Titanic", and were screaming at the top of their lungs.
"We're the queens of fan fiction that is for some reason considered humorous!"
*Get It Right, Tallulah*
Tallulah and NoiseTank13 were having a small disagreement after Shackler had impaled her.
"Um, side?" Tallulah asked fearfully.
"This is a war!" NoiseTank13 shouted in frustration.
"War?"
Tallulah didn't faint, despite her efforts to act shocked and terrified.
"Tallulah, can it be that hard to faint on cue?" NoiseTank13 sighed.
"Yes!"
"No way!"
Thug Angel walked onto the set dragging the unconscious Jessi (a.k.a. Crash) behind her.
"No it can't! Look at how well Jessi-chan does it!" she insisted.
"She's also extremely pale and the top of her head is bleeding... Eek!"
Tallulah fainted and Jessi (a.k.a. Crash)'s eyes quickly opened.
"She is so gulible!" the "injured" authoress laughed as she stood up, walked over to the snack table, grabbed a fry, wiped it in the blood on her head, and ate it. "Behold the power of ketchup!"
*Watch Out for That Author*
Disk and Harry were flying away from Aisha as quickly as possible. The ball of light provided by special effects came in far too early.
"Harry, watch out!"
Harry got out of the ball's way, but hit a tree, causing Disk and himself to be hurled to the ground.
"Ow. Next time, I drive." Disk murmured.
"Oh, shut-up." Harry grumbled back.