The Sequel

Chapter 12 -- Completely Irrelevant

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Sorry I haven't updated for a while. I've been away at camp.

About forty years ago, for young men said "She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah!" They also said "I saw her standing there" "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" and" Turn off you mind, relax and float down stream". This is all completely irrelevant.

However, a bit of somewhat relevant information is this: The characters are still at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, and Capt. Jack Sparrow is being chased around by a bunch of scuba diving girls.

Frizz: -Makes Capt. Jack Sparrow disappear-

Now Very Disappointed Scuba Diving Girls: -Leave-

Sarah: I thought you were all psyched about writing about POTC.

Frizz: I was. But then I got The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy TV show on DVD. And watched it all in one day.

Dr. Crusher: I'm assuming you're going to bring characters from it now, aren't you?

Frizz: Yeah.

Frizz: -Brings TV version Ford Prefect-

Ford Prefect: Oh. Hello. Where am I?

Frizz: The bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, earth.

Ford Prefect: Great.

Sarah: Hey, Frizz, what's with the completely irrelevant opening?

Frizz: I was bored with the usual intros, so I copied someone else's, but changed the words a little.

Just then, something else completely irrelevant happened. A star went nova, destroying a race of people called the Namrege. The Namrege were the only race in existence to manage to turn aluminum into gold. After they managed to do this, they turned almost all the aluminum on their planet into gold, thereby switching there values and making aluminum a great deal more valuable than gold. Since the Namrege never made it to their own moon, nobody ever found out or cared.

Ford Prefect: If you don't mind, I'm going to go vanish in a puff of smoke.

Ford Prefect: -Does just that-

Capt. Picard: I have the oddest feeling that even if we did mind, he would have vanished anyway.

Worf: I often wonder why humans constantly state the obvious.

Ford Prefect: I think it's because otherwise, their brains would stop functioning.

Capt. Picard: Didn't you just vanish in a puff of smoke?

Ford Prefect: Yes, I did.

Capt. Picard: Then why did you come back?

Ford Prefect: I didn't come back. I was here the whole time.

Capt. Picard: But you said you vanished!

Ford Prefect: I did.

Data: I believe that this is going nowhere.

Ford Prefect: He's right. Are you a robot?

Data: Negative. I am an android.

Ford Prefect: Are you paranoid and manically depressed?

Data: Again, negative. I have no emotion. At least not until one of the movies.

Ford Prefect: Good. I'm sick of manically depressed androids.

Marvin: I can understand that. I'm sick of being a manically depressed android. But, then again, I've never been anything else.

Just then something relevant happened. A piano came falling from the sky (even though they're under water, but we'll worry about that later) and crushed Marvin.

Ford Prefect: Thank Zarquon for that.

Worf: Who?

Ford Prefect: Haven't you even heard of the Great Prophet Zarquon?

Worf: No.

Ford Prefect: Why not?

Dr. Crusher: How did a piano fall from the sky if we're under water?

Sarah: Have the laws of reality ever applied around here.

Capt. Picard: They once did.

Frizz: No. That was a myth.

Now you click the little "Go" button and write something. Hopefully something nice. Oh, and sorry if I spelled "Zarquon" wrong.