Hey guys, sorry it's taken me so long to put up some more chapters and for those of you who are wondering chapter three had to be taken down because of some rules regarding the stories. However, I can still anser the questions if they are put into the private messaging thingy. I seemed to have overlooked that little rule when creating this story and I almost got into some serious trouble. ;( I don't wanna die!
Okay, so, I have read the reviews I've gotten so far and I'd love to answer the questions but as you read above...I'm incapable but that won't stop me from still coming up with some other questions to answer in the mean time.
I really hope to hear from you guys because the questions i've gotten so far are hilarious. Can't wait to see more so I can answer them (but they have to be in the PM or I'll get assassinated... okay?)
Anyway, how about another dumb question, huh?
Oh-Snap: ...and that's why Martians don't really exist.
Duck: Really? How do you know all of that?
Oh-Snap: Because I...um, do.
Rue: Right, and so you want us to believe that giant tea cups over threw the Martians empire by turning the planet into a desert with boiling hot water?
Oh-Snap: Pretty much, yeah.
Mytho: Sounds logical to me.
Rue: Right now, the invention of an ejector seat in a helicopter would sound logical.
Mytho: Hey, that's not a bad idea.
Rue: When will the effects of the teleporter wear off?
Duck: So, Oh-Snap, do you know what happened to Fakir? He hasn't come back from chasing you out of the room. You didn't hurt him did you?
Oh-Snap: *laughing nervously* Ha ha ha, no. Why would I hurt him? He only...wanted to kill me. I don't see any reason to hurt him and besides, I know you'd be very upset if he never came back.
Mytho: *elbowing Duck mischeviously* Yeah, very upset. Tee hee.
Rue: I don't understand how I can live with you.
Duck: But Oh-Snap, where is he?
Oh-Snap: to tell you the truth...I have no idea. I kinda lost him by the lake. I don't know how I lost him seeing how he lives in Gold Crown and I don't but I'm sure he'll be fine. Just giddy as you might say.
Duck: I'm getting kind of worried.
Oh-Snap: He'll be fine. He's like the toughest guy with a ponytail that I know of. In fact he's probably the only guy with a ponytail that I know. That's kind of weird isn't it?
Rue: It's not as weird as knowing a guy with pure white hair who's only, what, fifteen? Sixteen? Or what about a girl that's actually a duck? How weird can that be and yet you think knowing a guy with a ponytail is weird? I think you need to go to a mental hispital if that's your definition of weird.
Mytho: ooh, mental hospitals. I've heard of those. They're supposed to have the funnest people ever. I kinda want to visit one some day just to see how fun those people are.
Rue: Mytho, crazy people are in mental hospitals.
Mytho: I know, that's why it would be fun to visit.
Duck: Come on guys, am I the only one worried about Fakir?
Oh-Snap: Pretty much summed it up.
Duck: You're mean sometimes, you know that?
Oh-Snap: I try. *innocent smile*
*Suddenly ceiling opens and Fakir drops from a big black hole*
Fakir: Wha the heel man? You know you could have let me walk back, right?
Drosselmeyer: *inside big black hole* I know but I just love being a bother. That's what makes my job soooooooooo much fun.
Fakir: A$$hole.
Duck: Fakir! You're okay! *runs and hugs him*
Fakir: Of course I'm okay. I just got into a heated debate with freaking Drosselmeyer over some stupid question thing someone asked as I was trying to murder Oh-Snap. *glares at me*
Duck: Uh-oh, so uh, what was the question?
Fakir: Is a piano a string instument or not?
Rue: What kind of a stupid question is that?
Mytho: Well, this thing is for sstupid questions.
Rue: Yeah, that's true. So, how can we tell if a piano is a string instument or not?
Drosselmeyer: It is a percussion instrument. Ask any music student. Take Altor for instance...*disappears and reappears, dropping Altor into the room*
Altor: Whoa, what? Where am I?
Oh-Snap: Hi Altor. Haven't seen you in a while. How's it been?
Altor: It's been fine...I think. *looks at spelling of his name* Hold on a sec. Who's name is that?
Oh-Snap: That's your name.
Altor: No it's not.
Mytho: Sure it is. See AL...TOR. Altor. It's your name.
Altor: That's not how you spell it. It's spelled A-U-T-O-R.
Oh-Snap: Yeah, well, it's pronounced Altor so that's how I'm freaking spelling it and if you're going to make a fuss about something as stupid as a misspelling of your name you need a new life.
Fakir: Okay, Oh-Snap, I think we've forgotten the reason he's here. So, Altor, is a piano a string or a percussion instroment?
Altor: How the hell should I know? I just play the damn thing, I don't analize it.
Drosselmeyer: Well you should. *very sing-songy*
Fakir: Shut up Drosselmeyer. You should be partying with your other dead villian buddies, not making our lives miserable, you damn moron.
Drosselmeyer: Oh. tsk tsk. What a temper. I still can't believe you're related to me.
Altor: Yeah, neither can I.
Dross and Fakir: Shut up Altor.
Duck: You know, I kinda think a piano is part tuba.
*every stares in confusion*
Everyone: What!?
Duck: No seriously. It's big, rounndish, can go really deep, and is really shiny.
Rue: That doesn't make it part tuba.
Mytho: Yeah it does. It totally does. OMG! Duck's a genius! A piano is part tuba! Freaking awesome! So that means dogs are part squirrel, chickens are part bunny, cars are part horse, and hamsters are part lion! Its a complete revolation of logic. I must tell Doctor Insano about this!
Rue: Doctor Insano? Who is that?
Mytho: He's the most genius idiot to ever walk this planet. He's just as cool as Santa Christ...er, maybe not as cool but he's up there.
Oh-Snap: *jaw hangs open* O...M...G...you know about TGWTG? How? They're only on the internet.
Mytho: If you got e-mail you got internet.
Oh-Snap: I think my head just inploded. This is the coolest thing since the invention of ice. I finally have something to fan girl over with Mytho! This is soooo freaking AWESOME!
Altor: As interesting as this whole conversation is, I really need to get back to...
Oh-Snap: *grabs Altor's shoulders* You have no idea how awesome TGWTG is. It is the best group of comedians ever! Well, internet reviews ever (that I know of) and they are the funniest thing since Whose Line is it Anyway. Please tell me you know of Whose Line.
Altor: *peals fingers off shoulders* Uh, no. I don't know about hat and I don't really want to know about that...weirdo. I'm going to go back to playing the piano and trying to figure out thee secret message in Bethoven's fifth.
Duck: The movie?
Altor: *sarcastically* Yes, the movie. That totally has a secret message in it. What an idiot.
Fakir: Hey, no one can call anyone an idoit or a moron except me.
Altor: Yeah, and what are you going to do about it? Fight me? You kinda lost the chance to fight anyone when you became a writer, Fakir.
Fakir: Okay, that's it. I'm getting out the missile launcher. You are so gonna pay for what you just said Altor and just to make things even worse, I'm going to destroy your piano too.
Altor: You wouldn't dare.
Fakir: Try me.
Oh-Snap: A missile launcher? Where di you get one of those?
Mytho: Plot holes! I love plot holes! They're the coolest things ever! Don't you think so Rue?
Rue: How is there a plot hole in something that doesn't even have a plot?
Oh-Snap: Ooh, another question. hmm, this is a tricky one. How do you have a plot hole in something that doesn't have a plot?
Duck: Well, we are living in a place where electricity has barely been invented so...
Fakir: Just deal with the fact I have a rocket launcher.
Oh-Snap: I thought you said it was a missile launcher.
Fakir: Missile, rocket, same dif. Just deal with it Oh-Snap because once I'm done with Altor I'm coming after you. Don't think i haven't forgotten that I'm going to kill you.
Oh-Snap: Crap. Well, anyway, as Fakir and Altor duke it out and I baracade myself in my nuclear bomb shelter, I really hope you guys message me and the others some questions because...*explosion happens outside*...well, I'm starting to lose my ability to come up with random enough questions to keep the others from killing me.
Duck: I'm not going to kill you Oh-Snap.
Oh-Snap: Awe, that's very nice of you Duck but...*nearly gets hit by missile* can you tell your boyfriend to chill out and stop having more dangerous anger issues than the Hulk and Wolverine combined?
Rue: I doubt even Duck could talk sense into Fakir when he's in a state like this.
Mytho: Did you know that elves are actually Polish?
Everyone who was listening: WHAT!?
Mytho:Huh? Did I say something?
Rue: You just said...oh, never mind. I think we should just walk home. I really don't want to deal with this for another three hours back at the castle.
Duck: Are you leaving?
Rue: I 'm afraid so but don't you worry, we'll be back again for some more strange...happenings. Come on Mytho, we need to be getting home. Hopefully by the time we get there you'll be back to normal.
Mytho: Normal? What's normal? Is anything really normal? Can you see the normalocity of anything in this world?
Oh-Snap: *watches as Mytho keeps philosophicalises* Okay, I sure hope he stops being so weird. He is a prince after all. So, again, I will hear from you guys soon enough and please remember I can only answer PM questions because those are the rules. Until next time...I can't wait to read your silly questions. Au revoir. :D
