A/N: And here we go again... Brace yourselves..!

Thank you, a lot, to the two people who reviewed :)

I agree, lots of random stuff happened.

Disclaimer: Durr.

Chapter 2

He is interrupted by the large doors that are swung open again, even though he did not recall closing them. Somebody must have closed them in order to make a grand entrance (after floating themselves a couple hundred feet into the air).

"You," said Galbatorix, sounding annoyed.

Everyone else was looking at the figure at the doorway with extremely puzzled expressions. Galbatorix snorted.

"Ho Ho Ho, Me! Merry Christmas everybody! Have you all been good boys and girls this year?"

"I haven't been that good of a girl because I'm a man. And besides, I'm not your hoe, and I daresay neither is anyone else in this room," pointed out Murtagh.

"Shut up smartass, I wasn't going to give you anything anyway," snapped the red-clad figure, anger flashing in their eyes.

"Come on in, mom, that disguise isn't going to fool anybody," said Galbatorix, while glancing at the dragons who had ceased their fighting to see who had arrived. Seeing it was only some random-ass red jackass, they resumed their brawl.

"Meh," the figure huffed, and with a muttered word that sounded like "Ricé" rose a feet in the air and started floating towards the others. After crossing the thereshold the disguise of Santa was dispelled and the good old herb-picking weirdo of a witch Angela could be seen. Seeing the puzzled expressions of the "heroes", she turned to look at Galbatorix, "Seems that you can only speak for yourself, these guys here were totally obvious... And as for you my dear son, I thought I'd save you the trouble of raising me into the air as I knew you would." By that time Angela had floated to the other four, completing their little circle in the air.

"Why bother wasting your energy, mom? It's not like you had an endless source of energy like me"

"Why, of course I do," remarked Angela, while watching the dragons fight. "When I steal the energy to do this from you."

"..."

"Could somebody tell me what the fuck is going on?" asked Eragon, after a while of rather awkward silence

"What does it look like, you blockhead? A family reunion?"

"You mean... That you're...Galbatorix's mom? Wtf?"

"Took you long enough... You really are slow, are you? And please don't use those stupid abbreviations in fanfiction"

"In what?"

"Never mind..."

The dragons kept on fighting. Eragon pondered the Never-Mind-Land. Arya floated. Angela summoned a box of stuff that she called popcorn. Galbatorix was still trying to find out how Angela was stealing his energy.

"So, who do you think is going to win?"

"What does it look like? Shruikan is tearing my dragon apart!" Yelled Murtagh, seeing a scratch on his partner's scary red hide. Murtagh was, as usual (even when floating upside down), overly protective of his dragon.

"And Sapphira!" Eragon realized, worried.

Suddenly Galbatorix withdrew from his meditation. "Right, mom, We will talk about this matter of energy-"

"Son, why are you thinking of boobs?" Angela asked with raised eyebrows. Galbatorix blushed.

"-and privacy once I've dealt with my rebel guests here," Said Galbatorix, carefully avoiding looking at Arya's breasts again. "So, as I was saying, on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then -"

"You stole that from V, Galby," interrupted Angela, snickering.

"I always thought it so cool... Anyways, I was going to say that -"

"Excuse me, but -"

"Why, you're excused, mom." And with that - and a purple flash of light - Angela the Witch was teleported out of the room.

"What a nuisance... Yeah, I was saying, that I've been a bit too out-of-character as of late, so allow me to request a duel between the two sons of Mor-"

"BromwasmyFather™!"

"-zan. Not giving a fuck. I thought this might be appropriate, because, hey, it's a nice good old cliché to make the two of you fight each other in the final battle. And clichés are commonly known for making things more canon-like. So, let the duel commence! Fight! No magic, no dulled blades, Blablaa... and in the meanwhile, Arya, would you like to join me in my bedroom, I ha-"

"Guess what, Galby?" leered Murtagh.

"What?"

And then Murtagh, being able to speak and all, Speaks The Word Of The AncientFucking Language™.

And all hell breaks loose again.

Dragens realise there flighting and stop.

Eregen ask why da hell things floating, noob?

Ayra use mary sue power to make everything return to the groundf.

"We giv u 15sek tiem to run,glabyoryx' say ereganthine

Glababatononyx runs hides.

Eregen and ayra hav sex

murtegh has sex with nausea who appear conveniently from hiding place behind a throne room pillar

Dragens have -Wait, that's perverted. Suffice it to say dragons spend their time some way or anoth- *eraser tool*

Dragens hunt.

A few hour later Erelanjandro and Ayra have.. found their way to gsalbys ...sexret study and have... found a sheet of paper with one word and lots of exclamation points added after it. And then they ... on galbys desk (A/N: Durr.)

Wonder wat dis means say Eregenesis whilr twirlin Ayras hair in there afterglow.

wat+

da word on da paper

idk read wat it say

ok-

"Du navn abr Accident Språk"

And all hell breaks loose. Again.

*insert effects here*

*inserts mushroom cloud fx*

The end.

wait wait wait...

*rewind*

Ground shakes. Winds blow when trees sway. Tuna is a fish.

"Run you fools!" yells Eragon over the sounds of destruction. A wild balrog appears (and disappears). And they run. (Like Forrest.) To the Elven Forest. Someone sounds the call for the army to retreat.

"FUUUUU(A/N: lol)UUUU-"

"What, umad Galby?" Asks Murtagh, while watching Sapphira fly away.

"Get Out's From heres' - Wait... Du Shur'tugal abr du istarli abr zar'roc™, you're my slave now.

And it's Murtagh's turn to...

"FFFFFFFF-

UUUUUUU-

UUUUUUU...

And so the Trollface finds it's way to Inheritance fanfiction. When Galbatorix wears the biggest trollface of recorded history.

Our heroes find theirselves in square one again... Or maybe square two - and with weird experiences.

"...And then I had this weirdest dream where -"

"It wasn't a dream."

"Fml."

"Hey, Arya Svit-kona, I was wondering..."

"Yes?"

"About what happened... Are you..." Eragon blushes. "Are you pregn- "

And then they hear a cracking sound from the direction of the pouch Arya was carrying. She, Eragon, and Sapphira turn to look.

A/N:

Du navn abr Accident Språk would mean "the name of the Ancient Language". Obviously, completely made-up.

Du Shur'tugal abr istarli abr zar'roc™; the true name of Murtagh. (translates somewhat like this: "dragon rider of the flames of misery" Obviously, made-up, and lame. (Gave 5sec of thought for it).

So, I updated again... This could be a nice time to end the story, but I'll update if I come up with anything cool to add or get bored enough to continue. Most likely I will start a whole new story if I do, because... Well, let's just face it, this *is* a tad bit too weird. And moves on too fast (because I'm too lazy to wite a lot of description). A product of absolute boredom that actually turned out quite funny... If you have the same - weird - kind of humor like I do. But, in case this is it, and I'm done with this story, I thank you for reading this far. Leave a review - if you like, I really don't want to beg for reviews (And i see that way too often while reading ff on here...) But believe me, it's a nice feeling to actually get a review. Don't believe me? Try it. Write your own weird shit for once instead of only reading and see. It's fun.

That should be all for now. Oh yeah, and feel free to steal any of my ideas or anything, i don't care lol. Thanks, once more, for reading.