?!?: Last time on Retart!!!

Luis: Isn't that your talk show?

?!?: Notice you're always the first to talk.

Ashley: But today, I'm here!!! Yeah me!!!

?!?: Uhh, yeah this isn't the Tipton Hotel.

Ashley: But...But I LOVE DISNEY!!!

Leon: Code Red! Code Red!

Ashley: Huh! *gets muffled by some guys in all black*

?!?: Disney is the root of all evil!!!

Luis: Must destroy!!!

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Chapter 8: Typewriter

Last time, we found our two main characters back on the dirt path to the mountain- The Sign. Why? To free the Ganados of a mysterious tyrant named Hunter. Will they ever be able to defeat the meanie, escape the island, or even live? I don't know let's find out.

Leon: I'm tired Lu. When are we gonna stop!

Luis: As soon as the play script style of us talking stops.

Leon: Damn!

"Uhh, do you see what I see Leon?" Luis came to a stop. Leon, who was directly behind him bumped into the man.

"Oh look, it's not play script style anymore. Other than that, I can only see your backside..." Yes, he was staring at the wrong thing.

"Noo, I'm talking about that over there," Luis motioned over to the far right of them where the path veered off to...

"What the hell, where did you come from Merchant! More importantly, how did you make blue flame?"

"I already told you- Hey! Al of the other things that don't make sense and you ask about the flame? Come on Leon..." The man had a point.

"So what do you have for us Merchant," Luis asked. "Well, very valuable things stranger..." "I'm not a stranger, I'm Luis."

"Oh yeah. Anyways, I have some guns, and clothes...Oh, honey!" Leon and Luis looked at each other. "What in Devil's name are you doing with honey?" Leon questioned while disturbing images popped into his mind.

"Well stranger, you might need it! That will be 20 bucks!" He handed them both a little plastic bear filled with honey. "Why is mine sticky?"

"Off I go, see you two later!" And the masked man ran off like a baser for the second time.

"Hey Lu, where did my shirt go?" Uhhhh."Yeah Leon, I forgot to tell you. You might want to put the rest of your clothes on-"

"But my extra boxers are gooone!"

Sniffff! "Oh yeah, this is goin' on EBay for sure." A certain hand reached for a certain extra pair of black boxers.

Sniffff! "The sweet sweet smell of money!!!"

The two heroes kept on trucking, one with a little less clothes, and the other confused, came to a stop.

"Oh not again Luis! What do you see now?" The most normal and yet not so was in front of them.

Thank the Author, a shanty! Shelter!!! The two overjoyed men ran with hope. The inside was very simple, and inside...

A typewriter (duh duh duh-duhhh!)

Examining it, the two didn't find any cameras around it (by now they realized Salazar was to dumb to put in minute cameras).

But they did find an odd message written on the paper:

11:59 -Typewriter 2 - Houjou Satoshi

"How odd, whoever that guy was, he wouldn't mind us here," Luis commented.

"Why would a typewriter be here anyways?" Probably to remind them they aren't going crazy. "Leon, I think we should keep on moving to this Hunter guy. Leon, hey!"

Once again, Leon's uncanny ability to stay asleep on his feet kicked in.

"Fine, let's rest for a while." Luis spreaded out both his and Leon's sleeping thingies to make a pallet. Annoyed with Leon all day, Luis just "tapped" the blonde man over so he fell right on the pallet.

/But yet, I want to-/ "Forget this!" Luis popped. He slide over behind the Sandman's back and squeezed him like no other fan girl or boy could.

/Yea mes!/

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?!?: Well, someone isn't being very annoyed! That was not in the script! I blame the Merchant!

Merchant: Huh! I did no thing strangaa...

?!?: We aren't strangers! You have seen us like forever!

Merchant: Still, how is that my fault?

?!?: Don't feel lonely, it's Leon's fault too.

Leon: Naw!

?!?: First off, you should have listened to Luis, who also should have just grabbed you before you went in the water.

?!?: Next, Mr. Merchant, you shouldn't have stole the man's extra clothes.

?!?: All said, it's everyone's fault.

*Silence*

?!?: Heh heh heh!