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Calling All Crofteers: Quest For The ????
*The phone rings.*
*DKSM, wallowing in his own feces after eating some "Meatloaf Suprise" finally gathers the strength to pick up the contraption.*
DK: *sob* Hello...
Other line: Would you like to accept a Collect call?
DK: From who?
Other line: Someone who claims to be, MJ.
DK: Michael Jordan?
Other line: In your dreams.
DK: Michael Jackson?
Other line: In his dreams.
DK: Then who?
Other line: I am not allowed to discuss that with you sir.
DK: Well, I don't know why I'm doing this, but I'll accept.
Other line: Ok, please wait while I transfer you.
*while DK waits for the line to transfer, he ponders life and it's meaning, then realizes that sound is coming out from the other side of the phone*
DK: Oh yes, I'm sorry. Hello there.
MJ: Well, hello to you too.
DK: Well, I'm paying for this, so who are you?
MJ: Can't you tell?
DK: Well, I thought you were either Michael Jordan or Michael Jackson, but the operator told me you were neither.
MJ: Are we rhyming now? Do I look like a cow? Do I live in a shoe? Do I look like you?
DK: I don't like rhyming you know, you know. I do not like it, no no no.
MJ: Ok, enough of that. I have very important business for you.
DK: And that would be.
MJ: You must quickly make your way to the Croft Manor.
DK: But, why?
*click*
DK: What the hell was that all about?
DK: I'm not so sure...
DK: Was that a sarcastic remark? Why you little..!!!
*DK proceeds to have a fight with himself*
*After some time, there is a knock at the door. DK opened it to see a package. There was no tag claiming who it was from, so that made it even more suspicious. Could it be a bomb? Well, he thought he should open it to make sure.*
*There seemed to be 10 layers of paper that surrounded what seemed to be a box from the early 1900's. Etched on it were the initials B.O.M.B. DK thought this meant "Brown Oak Means Bomb". He decided that the box was definitely a maple finish, so it must be safe. As he opened it... *
Calling All Crofteers: Quest For The ????
*The phone rings.*
*DKSM, wallowing in his own feces after eating some "Meatloaf Suprise" finally gathers the strength to pick up the contraption.*
DK: *sob* Hello...
Other line: Would you like to accept a Collect call?
DK: From who?
Other line: Someone who claims to be, MJ.
DK: Michael Jordan?
Other line: In your dreams.
DK: Michael Jackson?
Other line: In his dreams.
DK: Then who?
Other line: I am not allowed to discuss that with you sir.
DK: Well, I don't know why I'm doing this, but I'll accept.
Other line: Ok, please wait while I transfer you.
*while DK waits for the line to transfer, he ponders life and it's meaning, then realizes that sound is coming out from the other side of the phone*
DK: Oh yes, I'm sorry. Hello there.
MJ: Well, hello to you too.
DK: Well, I'm paying for this, so who are you?
MJ: Can't you tell?
DK: Well, I thought you were either Michael Jordan or Michael Jackson, but the operator told me you were neither.
MJ: Are we rhyming now? Do I look like a cow? Do I live in a shoe? Do I look like you?
DK: I don't like rhyming you know, you know. I do not like it, no no no.
MJ: Ok, enough of that. I have very important business for you.
DK: And that would be.
MJ: You must quickly make your way to the Croft Manor.
DK: But, why?
*click*
DK: What the hell was that all about?
DK: I'm not so sure...
DK: Was that a sarcastic remark? Why you little..!!!
*DK proceeds to have a fight with himself*
*After some time, there is a knock at the door. DK opened it to see a package. There was no tag claiming who it was from, so that made it even more suspicious. Could it be a bomb? Well, he thought he should open it to make sure.*
*There seemed to be 10 layers of paper that surrounded what seemed to be a box from the early 1900's. Etched on it were the initials B.O.M.B. DK thought this meant "Brown Oak Means Bomb". He decided that the box was definitely a maple finish, so it must be safe. As he opened it... *
