Car Doors 3 (6?)

The Return of the dead guy

Random guy: I'm not dead

Random guy 2: *whack*

Random guy: *dies* I have returned

Author's note: Well we were thinking more along the lines of Patrick returning and then dieing then returning again, but hey, go with what works

P: I'm not dead

T: *picks up R2* DIE *hit's Patrick with R2*

P: *dies*

(and now we begin our story and find our heros partying at Jabba the Hut (hereby referred to as Angry Reviewer(hereby referred to as AR))'s house without Patrick)

(but just for the heck of it)

R2: *repeatedly kills Patrick in some of the most brutal way imaginable*

(back to what we are calling a plot)

T: Hey, C3, pass me some more of that mang…I mean kiw…uh…cantaloupe juice? (man where do we come up with these things?)

C3: *still on the ground* ah…forks

R2: *standing there holding a fork over C3's writhing body* *bleep* (hehehe)

T: Fine, I'll get it myself *gets up and pours himself a drink*

AR: this story is idiotic and stupid, get out of my home

T: I'm glad you like it, and thanks for the party

R2: *beep boop bleep and for good measure bep* (I'm getting out of here)

C3: *wakes up*

R2: *tosses the fork*

C3: *CATCHES IT (AH, STUPID CAP'S LOCK)**passes out (ahh, much better)**drops fork**wakes up*wow…that was odd…mmm…cantaloupe juice

(there's a knock at the door and everyone gasps in surprise)

AR: This is so predictable

T: I know, isn't it so exciting?

(the door slowly opens and an eerie undead voice utters "Piiiiiiiiiiiiizzzaaaaaaaaaaaaa" *cough**Sputter**in regular voice* ah, my voice doctor told me not to do that anymore *cough**wheeze* man, uh…Pizza's here)

Pizza guy: And I want a big tip (wait, why didn't I say that with all the other stuff?)
R2: *through some unspeakable means kills him*

(hours later another knock is heard and everyone ignores it. Then the door opens and Patrick walks in very angry)

T: Hmm…awkward

(awkward silence)

C3: …

R2: …

J: …

Ben: Hi

R2: *kills Ben*

P: who stole my fork?! Was it you R2?

R2: *Points tazer doohickey at AR*

P: C3? T? John? Is this true?

*everyone nods yes*

P: *attacks AR and tries to strangle him with his hands*

*Patrick's hands get stuck in the immense rolls of fat around AR's neck*

*Patrick slowly gets sucked in*

AR: Don't fight it, you'll only sink faster