Jim: "Where are we anyway?"
B.E.N.: "Treasure Planet. Duh!"
Jim: "I already knew that but is there, like, a resturant or something nearby? I've got the munchies."
B.E.N.: "POTHEAD!"
Jim: "Shhh! Oh screw it. A PG Rated Disney movie, might as well put as much PG stuff in it as we can since it's not G."
B.E.N.: "All good teenagers, take off your clothes! Hey! Let's go to my place!"
Jim: "Um, you can at least buy me dinner first."
B.E.N.: "Nah, I mean, I really have to tinkle so, might as well."
Jim: "Ok, I'll go get Catbreath and Dogface."
B.E.N.'s Place
Delbert: Carries in Amelia.
B.E.N.: "Sorry I was gone for so long. #2 decided to pop out."
Jim: "Ew."
Morph: Is brought back to life. "WHEE! HAW HAW HAW!"
Everyone: Groans.
B.E.N.: "HEY! Look! PIRATES! I will shout at them until they notice my annoying voice! YOOHOO BIG BOYS!"
Jim: Gets disturbed and faints at what he sees.
Silver: Zips up trousers and shoos away The Author of the Story "Sorry, Jimbo. But who could resist a loffly girl like 'er?"
Everyone: Raises arms. "ME!"
Author of The Story: "The accent does it for me..." Takes Silver's coat and runs off.
Jim: Comes down to have a formal parlay.
Morph: Zooms around Silver's head and chirps happily.
Silver: "Ay, Morphy! I t'ought ya exploded!" Changes gears in arm and shoots him.
Jim: "Right. Ninyhoosers, we were both to careless to pick up the map, so it's still on the ship."
Silver: "Ah, lad. I'll let 'chya go get it and hide in B.E.N.'s stinkhole, waiting for ya. While I'm at it, I'll tie up the capt'n and doc and we'll all have a big party."
Jim: "You mean; I get to miss out on all of that to go get some stupid map?"
Silver: "Guess so, lad."
Jim: Grumbles and walks off to go get it.
On The Ship
Jim: "Since I'm to stupid to think Silver would keep someone here, I brought a loud, obnoxious robot."
B.E.N.: "PEE-LESBIAN-FART!"
Jim: Sighs. "I am so gonna die a virgin."
Jim's Fangirl's: "C'mon, Jim! It's as easy as 'insert tab A into slot B and repeat as nessecary'. But we're not sure if B.E.N. could please a girl."
B.E.N.: "HEY! It's not the size of the boat, it's the motion of the ocean!"
Scroop: "You better hope so. SQUEE! JIMIKINS!"
Jim: "ACK!" Runs.
Scroop: Chases him. "COME GIMME A SMOOTCH!"
Jim: Climbs up the mast.
Scroop: Follows him, hearts in his eyes.
Jim: Kicks Scroop.
Scroop: "Near, far, wherever you are..." Floats away into space.
B.E.N.: "What a slashy spider."
Jim: "Very".
B.E.N.'s Place
Jim and B.E.N.: Walks in.
Silver: Dancing with three scandily clad girls.
Amelia and Delbert: Making out in a corner.
Jim: Faints.
B.E.N.: Blinks a few times. "Breathing in, breathing out...Hey! Do I see DORITOES?"
Portal Area
Jim: Still unconcious.
Delbert: "Silver, who were those girls you were dancing with?"
Silver: "The Author of t'e story and a couple of 'er LiveJournal friends."
Delbert: "What's a LiveJournal?"
Silver: Big, commercial grin. "Why it's the bes' damn online diary on t'e internet!"
Everyone: BIG GRIN
PLUG
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