C3: Well…you see…about that…uh…Ben kinda decided to take her for a walk, and never came back
T: You mean that guy that jumped off the floating building onto marshmallows and died? (bum bum bummmmm)
*intermission*
T: *sipping kiwi juice* mmm…now that's good kiwi
R: Well that was pretty random…hey, pass some of that kiwi juice over here
T: *Hands him a glass of kiwi juice* its freshly squeezed
R: Mmm…Kiwi juice…hey, Waves, you should really try some of this stuff. It's great
W: It's not gonna drain IQ will it?
R: (stares blankly)…
T: (stares blankly)…
R: …(long pause)…of course not
W: Okay then…wait a minute…are you lying to me?
R: …(long pause)…yes
W: Okay…wait a minute…that's bad
T: Maybe you'd like some mango juice instead
R: Yes…mango juice *drools*
*End intermission*
*post-intermission*
W: What the heck is with these random intermissions
R:…
*end post-intermission*
C3: Uh…sure sounds good
T: Then what happened to Ginger?
C3: Well…(stares blankly) mmm…kiwi juice
*Patrick suddenly appears with Ginger on a leash*
T: *surprised gasp* how did you get Ginger?
R2: *beep* (does anyone even know what the word "mortality" even means)
P: A little green guy named Yoga or Toby for short helped me escape and gave me Ginger and a fork.
C3: *gasp* no a fork (bum, bum, bummmmm)
P: Yes…a fork *holds up the fork* (bum, bum, bummm)
C3: Oh no…not again *passes out* (bum, bum, bummm)
T: I think our sound guy fell asleep on the buttons again (bum, bum, bummm)
J: *roarr*
*sound guy wakes up and accidentally hits a few buttons* (squish, splat, bummm)
T: so, what's with C3PO?
R2: *bep* (he had a traumatic experience with forks as a child)
T: Hey, C3, what'd he say…oh, wait…C3…WAKE UP!
P: Can I put my fork down now?
T: Yes, put it away so C3 can interpret R2's previous bep
C3: *groggily* I think he said he likes Hawaii…mmm…warm Hawaii
T: So, what's with you and forks?
C3: I was beaten to death by fork-wielding furbies drinking furby mango juice
T: Oh my that's terrible
R2: *bleep boop* (I hate only being able to make beeping sounds)
J: *Roarr*
R2: *Beep* (you mean T's been translating wrong all this time? Wow)
T: You're right John. We do need gas. Hey Patrick, take out that fork again
*Patrick holds up the fork*
C3: Augh *passes out*
*Patrick puts away the fork*
*C3 wakes up*
T: He, he that droid's so funny. Alright John…to the gas station
J: *Roarr*
T: Another coffee break? Okay
All: …
All:…
J: *sips coffee*
All:…
C3: Well, that was random
*Patrick holds up the fork*
C3: Augh *passes out*
T: Patrick, how long do you think you can hold that up?
P: 5 minutes maybe
T: Okay, you do that. He needs his rest
C3: *Writhing on the ground ala Homer Simpson* Ah…forks
T: I didn't know droids could have night terrors
C3: Oh, sure they can
T: Patrick, hold that fork up again
P: But its so heavy
T: Do it (waving fist threateningly)
P: Okay *holds up fork. Sweat starts beading on his forehead* so…heavy
C3: Augh *collapses in a heap on the floor* ah…forks
J: *Roarr*
(The ship takes off and heads for the great gas station in the sky known as the Reincarnation star #2)