Hoopys Master Piece

06-19-2007, 09:02 PM

[One day at the lovely Gamers Zion Club House Kratos and James are enjoying a cup of tea]

Kratos: Very good Tea old chap.
James: Indeed, old bean!

*Watching through peep hole*
Mike: They're acting... British...
Ian: It's a plot to take over America. Quick to the Batmobile!
Mike: We have a Batmobile?
Ian: Yes! *Jumps down laundry shoot and lands in washing machine* FOR JUSTICE!
Mike: That was as weird as the time I got my library card revoked for reading while intoxicated.

*Tricky is playing SNES in the living room when Tofu walks in*
Tofu: I thought you didn't play video games.
Tricky: *drops controller and looks around nerviously* Uh... um.. er... BEAVER!
Tofu: WHERE!? *runs off to find beaver to replace his smoking girlfriend Hahahahahahanna.*

*Back in Tea Room*

Kratos: So, James, when are we going to... you know...?
James: Uh... well... you know... er...
Kratos: Come on man! If we don't try to take over the world now...
James: Oh right, that. *zips up pants*

*In dumpster behind Wendy's*
Chris: Man look at all this stuff... There's 50 Cent's video game, the Fantastic Four movie script, a Skinny Puppy Cd, and what's this? *picks up box that says Kratos' Manlihood; Property of Frisco and opens it* My, God, Kratos. You sick, sick man.

*Somewhere in the Deep Hell that is the current Gamer's Mafia*
Frisco: LOLZ WTF NOOBS LOL WTF NOOZ
Boot: LOLZ WTF NOOBS LOLZ WTF NOOBS LOL SHINY RED BUTTON!11
Bob: so whats the button do*presses it*

*Large ferret eats Gamer's Mafia*

Frisco: Man it's dark in here. Almost as dark as my skin.
Boot: Lol, gangsta lol

*Back at the clubhouse*

Dustyn: Hello, Stove, my arch nemesis.
Stove: Hello, Dustyn. Are you ready?

*Eye of the Tiger Plays and Dustyn and the Stove fight till the death*

Stove: I won! I wo--*universe implodes*

[Karaoke Lounge]
*Journey's Don't Stop Believing Comes on*
Kratos: *Drunk* SMALL TIME GIRL
James: *Drunker* LIVING IN A LONELY WORLD
Kratos and James in unison: TOOK THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN GOING ANYWHERE!
Mike: I never really understood this Karaoke stuff. I mean you get up there and sing like retards and you look dumb.
Ian: Like me at a social establishment?
Mike: Probably.
Ian: Cool! *goes somewhere*

[Burger Joint]
Ian: I'll take a burger, some fries, and a literacola.
Burger guy: I don't think we have Literacola...
Ian: I said, give me a ____ literacola.
Burgey Guy: What's Literacola....
Ian: LITER IS FRENCH FOR GIVE ME SO GOD ____ COLA!
Tricky; Just order a large, Ian.
Ian: I DON'T WANT A LARGE IAN I WANT A LITERACOLA.
*Eating*
Ian: Does this look like it has spit on it?
Tricky: Yes.
Ian: ____ BURGER PUNK *jumps over counter and tackles burger guy*
Tricky: And that is why he fails at social establishments.

[Purgatory]

Dustyn: y i ban?
God: u r noob
Dustyn: wtf
God. pwnt

[Dumpster behind Wendy's]

Chris: Man the stuff you find when you rummage through the pit of all failures. Look at that a PSP!

[Karaoke Lounge]

James: Man, Kratos we should start a band. You were like Britney Spears. Except not a fat man.
Kratos: Right.
James: So you're going fishin tommorow right? Do you want a strapping young lad to give you a hand?
Kratos: Are you calling me gay?
James: No, I just thought you'd like some extra seamen on your poopdeck.
*Kratos throws James into the unbearable pit of doom*

[Unberable Pit of Doom]
James: Hmph it's not so bad down here.
Frisco: *Walks in* Okay, let's do this.
James: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Darth Vader: Ahem.
James: Oh someone pay Vader the royalties for use of his line.

[Clubhouse]
*Ian, Kratos, and Mike playing SSB:M*

Ian: Surely, you didn't just win.
Kratos: I did, and don't call me Shirley.
*Stained runs in*
Stainded: Guys! We must get to the Gamer's Mafia!
Tricky: The GM? What is it?
Stained: It's the largest pile of bull**** since the PS3's E3 specs, but that's not important right now.

[Unberable Pit of Doom]
James: Well at least that is over... What are you guys doing here?
Ian: We came to Gamer's Mafia... which is apparently the Unbearable Pit of Doom.
James: Didn't see that Joke coming.
Mike: Really? Jeez, man you're kidna slow.
*Everyone looks at Mike*
Mike: What?

[Club House]
Disembodied Voice: This establishment will self destruct in 5...
James: What happened?
Disembodied Voice: 4...
Kratos: WHO PUSHED THE BUTTON?!
Disembodied Voice: 3...
Tofu: I thought I was making fudge.
Disembodied Voice: 1...
James: HEy what happened to 2?
Disembodied Voice: Just kidding. 2... 1... Have a nice day!.

*Club house explodes*

[Club House: Kitchen]

Dustyn: ...My mom told me that my body was starting to rot because God had abandoned me. That the devil was responsible and that he is turning me into a toxic vessel for his purpose.
James: No... Man, that's puberty.
Dustyn: Oh... but mommy told me I started my period when I hit puberty...Why don't I have cramps?
James: God man... God...
*Ian and Tricky walk in*
Ian: I'm tellin' ya man, Mike's is this big.
James: *looks at Ian*
Ian: I mean, er. Who wants to go eat out?
James: Man you're just full of the innuendo tonight aren't you?
Ian: I am not, I'm just a little thick tonight.

[Restaurant]

Ian: I'll take the long sausage, cooked hard.
*Everyone stares at Ian*
Ian: WHAT?!
Waiter: *too Dustyn* Would you like a kid's menu for the young one?
Dustyn: I'm not that young! I'm starting puberty!
Waiter: So you'll be starting your period soon?
Dustyn: *Gets up and shoots everyone in the Restaraunt*
Jack Thompson: And that's why I want to ban GTA.
James: *Throws rabid badger at Jack*
Jack: AH AH AH AH AH AH*runs into a nuclear power plant the implodes from the inside*
James: Well, that just made my night.
Dustyn: Jack Thompson dieing?
James: No, now I don't have to pay my tab.
Tricky: *shaking* TOO MUCH DEATH I MUST GO TO CONFESSION!*runs to a church*
Ian: *after him* I'M COMING TOO, DARLING!
Mike: *comes out of hte bathroom* So, uh, what'd I miss?
James: *Blinks* Well... Dustyn killed everyone, Jack Thompson exploded, and we found at that Tricky and Ian are Catholic lovers. Which is a little ironic in itself.
Mike: Great, so what now?
James: Karaoke?
John: Sure.
James: Where'd you come from.
John: Over there.

[Dumpster Behind Wendy's]
Chris: AHHHH IT'S LEONARDO DICAPRIO'S ACTING CAREER! SAVE ME FROM THE DISGUSTINGLY BAD QUALITY!
Leonardo DiCaprio's Acting Career: BAHAHAHA I WIN BECAUSE I WAS AWFUL AND STILL MADE MORE MONEY THAN A HOOKER IN NEW YORK ON A FRIDAY NIGHT IN AUGUST!
Chris: This is too much for me. And I'm a homeless white guy who think's he's black. *runs*

[Karaoke Lounge]
*Everyone is in a bit of a fight*
Tricky: Alright guys we gotta stop these shenanagans, they're going to start a fight.
James: But our shenanagans are cheeky and funny.
Mike: Yeah, and their *points toward a couple people dressed like they belong in the 10th level of hell* shenanagans are cruel and mean.
Ian: Hehe, shenanagans.
Tricky: The next person that says shenanagans is getting pistol whipped.
James: Hey, Glenn, what's that restaraunt you like? With the mozerella sticks and all the crazy stuff on the walls?
Glenn: Shenenagans?
James: *hands Tricky a pistol*
John: GUYS THERE'S AN EVIL MONKEY LIVING IN MY CLOSET!
Mike: You've been watching too much Family Guy, haven't you?
John: No, this is like the size of my penis...
*Monkey kills everyone*

Bystander: How could something so small kill so many people..

Ian: *walks into a bar* Ouch.
Mike: Man, James, that is the oldest joke in the book.
James: What book?
Mike: Uh...
James: WHAT BOOK?!
Mike: Er...*runs in opposite direction*
James: FINE I'LL JUST HAVE ___ WITH KRATOS TONIGHT INSTEAD!*tears in eyes*

[Bedroom]

James: *Opens door* Kraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatos!!
Kratos: Ohshi-
James: *turns on light and sees Kratos in bed with Veddy who's wearing a Frisco Mask* OH MY GOD
Kratos: I CAN EXPLAIN!!!

[Dumpster Behind Wendy's]
Chris: So you're tellin me that if I burn this script of Passion of the Christ 2, I'll have a definite spot in heaven?
Jesus: Yeah, I don't want some of the stuff I did in that sequel made public my Mel Gibson.
Chris: Alright, Cool. *sets it on fire*
Jesus: Thanks, man. Jesus out!

[GZ Club House]

James: What the hell happened here? It looks like World War III...
Sonny: HALP HALP HALP!
James: What's wrong?
Sonny: This season's GZ Survivor has gone awry! Mike and Ian automatically assumed that everyone woudl want Glenn voted off the Island and when they all took his side everything went insane!
James: Well.. where's Tricky?
Sonny: I have no idea...

[Bahamas Resort]

Tricky: *drinking Lemonade* Ahh... I bet Gamers Zion is prospering...

[GZ Club House]

James: So what are we gonna do?
Sonny: I have no idea... Hey what's this button do?
James: SONNY NO!

[Iraq]

Kozmik: James said that this was the pet shop.
stupiddothacker: Well, I've seen a few snakes.
*Iraqis jump out wielding guns*
Kozmik: They must be the Employees!
stupiddothacker: Ask them if they have any puppies!
Iraqi: DUKA DUKA!

[GZ Club House]

Ian: So, I'm serious. Corn Starch totally beats tomato paste
Glenn: Says you and what army?
Ian: B4.
Glenn: ____it, you sunk my battleship. But what army?
Ian: The army that just sunk your battleship.
Glenn: Oh... that army...

[Wendy's]

James: Should we check the dumpster?
Kratos: Nah, we'll just fine Kanye West's music career.
Chris: And me!
James: go look for things that should've sunken into obscurity a long time ago.
Chris: You mean like these? *pulls out copies of the Zelda CD-i games.*
James: NOOOO

[Movies]

Tricky: Sonny, for the last time, the fat lady is not part of the movie!
Sonny: Then why is she talking?
Tricky: She's yelling because you keep asking who the fat lady is.
Sonny: So... uh who's the fa...
*Fat lady sits on Sonny*

[Iraq]
Kozmik: Man I can't believe we can ride this guys like Ponies.
stupiddothacker: Well, they are just jackasses.
Kozmik: Zing!
stupiddothacker: Wait, I actually say something funny and the only person that hears it is this guy?
Iraqi: DUKA DUKA!

*bomb falls killing them all*

[GZ Club House]

Ian: Hehe, James has no idea does he?
Mike: None at all. I swear.
Sonny: Can I jump out of the cake naked?
Tricky: Are you trying to get me arrested for child pornography?
Sonny: Yes.
Tricky: Oh, all right then. *walks off*
Mike: That was too easy.
Ian: Yeah... yeah it was. HEY TRICKY CAN I HAVE THE WEBSITE?
Tricky: Are you trying to take my website away from me?
Ian: Yes.
Tricky: Too bad, loser.

[Dumpster Behind Wendy's]

Chris: ____it, I need to find James something for his birthday, but all I can find is the script to Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children 2: The Dirge of Cereburs squared: We want your God ____ money.

[GZ Club House]

Ian: No, I'm telling you. The longer thicker ones with bigger heads work so much better.
Sonny: I disagree, I like the short, skinny ones that come with the package.
Mike: Would you two quit argueing over which stylii to use on your DSes? James is going to be here any minute.

*Doorbell rings*

Mike: Who is it??
Chris: It's me.
Mike: Oh, alright. Come in quick. What the hell is that?
Chris: Well, I live in the Ghetto, so I had to dig through Wedny's dumpster to find him a present.
Mike: And that's the best you could do?
Chris: Look, anyone else would be estatic to have Gary Coleman in their house.
Gary Coleman: Whatchoo talkin' bout whitey?
Chris: WHO YOU CALLIN' WHITE?!
Glenn: What the hell is the racket?
Chris: Gary Coleman called me white.
Glenn: You are white.

*Doorbell Rings*
James: What the hell is it all dark for in here?
Everyone: Surprise!
Sonny: *Jumps out of Cake naked* SURPRISE!
Ian: Sonny's right, the short skinny ones are better.
Policeman: Excuse, but who is the owner of this here club house?
Tricky: That'd be me.
Policeman: This child is clearly underage, and is parading around naked. We're taking you to jail.
Ian: Hey, if you're taking him to jail, can I have the website?
Policeman: Are you trying to take his website away from him?
Ian: Yes.
Policeman: Too bad loser.

*Everyone laughs*

*Giant Ardvark eats Club house*

[GZ Club House]

James, Mike, and Ian are playing Super Smash Brothers

James: Oh man, Mike how did that feel.
Mike: Why don't you tell me, James? You obviously have a better view of my screen than I do. Freakin' screen watcher.
James: Dude, it all happens on the same screen.
Mike: Uh... quiet, you.

Anthony: *from the other room* WARRIORS!! COME OUT AND PLAA-A-AY!
James: The hell?
Anthony: *pokes head in the room* I said, Warriors come out and play.
Mike: We're not the Warriors.
Anthony: Right, and Chris is white.
Glenn: Chris is white.
Mike: Where the hell did you come from?
Glenn: While, there's this magical portal in the bathroom. This nice big guy at school told me about it. He said I had to stick my head in the toliet, flush it, and when I opened my eyes I'd be somewhere else. Wanna try?
Anthony: Do you even listen to yourself anymore?
Glenn: I try not to, it breaks the illusion.
Tricky: Guys, I have some really bad news... We need to move in to a new club house.
James: Why?
Tricky: Because, Sonny bet this one on a DDR competition and didn't realize he'd actually have to use a dance pad instead of a controller.
Sonny: I thought because I could handle hard mode with my hands I'd be able to do it with my feet.
Ian: I thought that too... man I got a rash...
*Everyone looks at Ian*
Ian: What?!

[Dumpster Behind Wendy's]

Chris: Jeeze, this is a really slow day. Hmm what's this? Hehe, Sharon Osbourne's credibility. I knew it was a matter of time.

[New Club House]

James: Tricky, are you telling me you couldn't afford anything better than this?
Tricky: Well, I had to sell Ian's copy of Christmas NiGHTs into Dreams to afford this one. Luckily I found some really stupid Sega fanboy to sell it too who bought the game for $300, enough to move into this place.
Ian: You sold my copy of Christmas NiGHTS!?
Tricky: Calm down, man.
Ian: But why didn't you use Sonny's stuff?! He lost our club house.
Tricky: Sonny's Canadian, his money's worth nothing here.
Kozmik: Guys! Guess what! I just got a copy of Christmas NiGHTS for $300!
*Everyone Laughs except Kozmik*
Kozmik: What?

FIN

[Midway Games]

Midway Exec: So, since NARC sold so well to idiots, I think we should let Point of View do a sequel.
Midway Exec 2: Not a bad idea. But who should we tell them to star in it?
Midway Exec: Mr. Saturn from Gamer's Zion seems like a good canidate. The mods just let him pretend he has power.

[GZ Club House]

James: Hey, Saturn. Phone.
Saturn: *Answers* Yeah, this is he. NO I WILL NOT. *hangs up*
James: What was that about?
Saturn: Oh... uh... Kozmik wanted me to come over so we could pretend we know what sells and doesn't sell in the video game industry.
James: Oh, I see.
-Ian and Glenn walk in argueing-
Ian: No, Glenn, just because I dressed up as NiGHTS and went around asking little kids if I could make their dreams come true doesn't mean I'm a child molestor.
Glenn: Okay man, I'm just saying it sounds suspicious and all.
Ian: *noticing the blank stares coming from everyone in the room* What?
Mike:*walking out of bathroom* ____it, I had to rub all the ink off my little pink stick and now it's turned a really bright shade of pink. *Notices all the blank stares now directed at him.* What?
Sonny: Halp, my teachers are on strike.
James: What does that have to do with anything?
Sonny: I haven't said anything in a while.

[Dumpster Behind Wendy's]

Chris: Hey, why would someone throw a perfectly good looking book away. *Reads title* "Kozmik's Guide to Intelligence?" Ah, now that makes sense.

[Somewhere in Remote Alabama]

Dustyn: Crap, ever since Katrina I've been lost in the woods away from a com-*Is blown away by Hurricane Rita* HALP

[GZ Club House]

Saturn: This is it Anthony.
Anthony: Indeed, the end.
Saturn: Let's do this.
Anthony: Winner takes all.

*Anthony and Saturn get ready as Eye of the Tiger begins playing*

Anthony: I'm ready.
Saturn: Me too.
Anthony: 1
Saturn: 2
Anthony: 3
Saturn: 4
Anthony and Saturn: I DECLARE THUMB WAR.

-60 minutes later-
James: What the hell? How'd the place get wrecked?
Anthony: Me and Saturn had a thumb war.
James: And you manged to blow the entire place up doing just that?
Anthony: No, the place blew up because Kozmik tried to turn the oven on, but it was actually the self destruct mechanism.
James: Oh
Kozmik: lol home-z i pw--
*Giant Badger Eats the Universe*

Yeah, I haven't done one in a while. Bite me.

Dustyn: I've become so apathetic that I've forgotten how to use my computer properly.
Ian: Is that even possible? I mean look at me, I have to be one of the most apa...What the hell are you doing?
Dustyn: Trying to plug this cable line into my TV.
Ian: Dustyn, that's not a TV. That's your cat.
Dustyn: Who you callin' a pussie?
Ian: Oi.

*Glenn and Tricky enter*

Glenn: All I'm saying is that gigantic picture of a ferret in Stoatboy's signature offends my religion.
Tricky: I thought you were and Athiest.
Glenn: Percisely. We Athiests believe that the Earth's axises are made of gigantic pieces of wood and a Beaver is sitting, waiting to munch at one at any minute if we offend him. And as we all know, Ferrets are the mortal enemy of Beavers.
Tricky: I think I just lost 50% of my functioning brain cells.
Mike: So only about 3 then, right?
Tricky: Where'd you come from?
Mike: I'm actually not sure, but Glenn was saying something about a giant Beaver...

*James walks in*

James: I got some great news!
Anthony: Kozmik got hit by a car?
Dustyn: Emo music is becoming good?
Tricky: The internet?!
Mike: Judaisim surpassed Christianity as the world's leading religion?
Ian: I'm actually homo___ua--I mean uh...
James: No, actually, I went on a successful crusade to find out why Stoatboy has a ferret in his signature. And the reason is...

*Giant Ferret Eats James*

Ian: Man, now that leaves one of life's great questions unanswered. Dustyn what are you doing?
Dustyn: I'm plugging my PS2 controller in.
Ian: Dustyn, that's not a PS2 controller that's a Universe Self Destruct mechanis...*Universe implodes*

+Gamer's Zion HQ: Planning Room+

Anthony: Tofu, our plans to get James to come back are nearing completion... Tofu? TOFU!? What the hell happened?
Tofu: It was the government!
Anthony: The government? RUN E.T.! RUN!
*A mexican runs across the living room*
Anthony: ...You're not E.T.
Mexican: No, but I am an illegal alien and we don't exactly have a budget here.
Anthony: Fair enough. Now Tofu, how are we going to do this?
Tofu: Do what?
Anthony: Get James to come back.
Tofu: Get who back?
Anthony: Get James to come back to Gamer's Zion.
Tofu: Get who did what with the... uh.
Anthony: Why do my partners always end up being the stupid ones?
God: Because, you're an athiest.
Anthony: Wait, you exist?
God: I refuse to prove I exist, because proof denies faith and without faith I am nothing.
Anthony: But what about the Babel Fish? It's too useful to have evolved by chance. Therefore it proves you exist, and therefore by your own logic you don't.
God: Oh dear I hadn't though of that...*dissapears in a poof of logic*
*Phone rings*
Saturn: Anthony! It's Douglas Adams' corpse, he wants his text back.

+Dark Back Work Room of GZ:HQ+

Tricky: With Ian gone, I have no one to talk to anymore. He was the only guy here who's ego was more inflated than mine and now I have no one to compete against. OH LORD WHY HAVE YOU ____ED ME TO LIFE WITHOUT MY ONE TRUE LOVE!?
God: ...I don't sanction homo___ual marriages. Don't you read the Bible?
Tricky: Dude, I'm an American. Americans don't read.
God: ...*dissapears in a poof of lack of logic*

+Dumpster behind Wendy's+

Chris: ____it, I'm still not black.
Gary Coleman: Whatchoo talkin' bout Willis.
Chris: I'm not Willis. Willis was an hispanic asian.
Willis: I am not, I'm black. And you're white.
Chris: GOD WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME TO BE WHITE?!
God:...Because, we need someone to hold the whip.

+Gamer's Zion Headquarters: Planning Room+

Anthony: All right Tofu, now that you can think clearly again let's get back to work. What the hell was wrong with you anyway?
Tofu: I was listening to the audiobook version of Mr. Saturn's Guide to Life.
Anthony: Man, I tried to read that. I didn't realize Mr. Saturn spoke Ghetto so well.
Saturn: That wasn't me, dude. Kozmik edited it. He didn't realize that the letter 'S' actually exists, so he replaces every 'S' with a 'Z.'
Anthony: Well that makes sense. ____, I remember the time we went on a date together...

+Flashback: Kentucky Fried Chicken+

Anthony: Why'd we have to come to KFC again, honey?
Kozmik: Come on man, you know I can't get enough of that FRIEEEEEEED CHIIIICKEN!
Anthony: What're you talking about man? This is like Kentucky Fried ****.
Kozmik: You mean Kentucky Fried Zhit!

+Gamer's Zion HQ: Planning Room+

Anthony: Man... that was a disaster. Anyway, the plan is this. We get on AIM and I'll make subtle hints at his coming back and Tofu you just get on your knees. I know you're good at it!
Tofu: Man, do you always have to bring that up? Me and Brandon only tried that once.
wherebthellamas: Twice.
Tofu: What the hell?
llamas: I should know, I taped it and put it on the intern... er.
Tofu: WHAT?!
Ashton Kutcher: You've just been PUNK'D!

*Universe fails for a split second and sucks MTV and everything it ever did and every person who's appeared on it between 1995 to present day into a hole of eternal ____ation*

+Ian's House+

Ian: What the hell is Ashton Kutcher and all this other MTV stuff doing in my house!?

+GZ HQ: Kitchen+
Anthony: So, plan set into motion?
glenn: What are you two doing here? I told you guys that the kitchen is off limits.
Tofu: Then how are we supposed to eat? And why is it so off limits?
*Legato falls out of the fridge in bondage*
glenn: ...Er, OUT NOW!
Tofu: I'm all of a sudden not hungry anymore.
Anthony: I'm still hungry, but not for food.
Tofu: Ew, dude that's nasty.

+James' House+

James: Jesus, 1,000 messages from id7VH. And all of them say "Come back to GZ or else Anthony will post naked pictures of himself all over the internet." HOLY HELL! THE WORLD IS NOT READY TO SEE SUCH TERRIBLE THINGS! A naked picture of Anthony could easily be considered cybe terrorism! The entire world industry would stop and scienstists would be baffled at how such small manlihood could possibly exist! I guess I better come back before God himself initiates Armageddon early. He might just launch a few stray lightning bolts if he accidently saw that!

[Gamer's Zion Club House]

Dustyn: Hmmm, this is quite the book. *Continues reading Mien Kempf*
James: What the hell, man? Isn't that Hitler's autobiograhpy?
Dustyn: NOTHING! *runs out of the room*
Glenn: So, as I was saying, there is absolutely nothing gay about me having the key to James' pants.
Vash: Is there anything gay about me having this key?
Glenn: Yes?
Vash: Oh, really?
Owl: YARLY
Vash: No, I spelled it wrong, Owl. Wrong cue.
Owl: Actually, old chap, you spelled the word correctly.
Vash: But... I spelled it wrong for you to come...
Owl: Shut up, fiend.
Vash: I'LL SHOW YOU TO TELL ME TO SHUT UP! *Vash promptly chases the bird to Japan*
James: That was awfully interesting.
Tricky: The only thing above interesting is God!
James: That's the wrong cue, Tricky. Try again later.
Social Butterfly: Hey guys, I just got back from the dance!
James: Oh, how'd the date go?
Social Butterfly: I had a dat...OH MY GOD I FORGOT ABOUT HIM! I totally ignored him all night. Now I need to go post on my Live Journal how terrible my luck with relationships are.
James: Social, please sit down for a minute.

*magically a classroom appears in the middle of the GZ club house*

James:*draws something on the blackboard and points at it with the chalk*This is a flower. It stands for you.*draws another flower and points at it* This is a boy flower. You kill his soul. Now, forget the flowers.
Social: I don't get it.
James: It means you'll never have a boyfriend because you suck souls like a Warlock.
Social: A what?
Glenn: Nerf Warlocks!
James: Innervate me, cow. /moo
Glenn: /cry

[Japan]

Vash: That ____ Owl has gotten the better of me. Oh my God, it's Satoru Iwata!
Iwata: Hewo, gayma.
Vash: Hello, sir.
Iwata: You sir, just lost a race to an owl. I hewreby say that no retailer shall ever allow you to purchase a copy of twiwighy pwincess.
Vash: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Vader: Ahem.
Vash: Oh come, on this is Japan. It only counts if I say it in Japanese.
Vader's Lawyer: Ahem.
Vash: Ohe come on, don't you owe me for the time I spent watching Star Wars Episode 3? I paid $8 to hear the worst dialogue since Alien Vs Predator.
George Lucas: Just give me my god____ money.
BaranDoSage: Do it, I'm his personal body guard. I know more Star Wars trivia than anyone else in the world.
Vash: Do you ever leave the house?
Baran: Only to see a new Star Wars movie.
Vash: What was Yoda's middle name?
Baran: *head explodes*
Vash: Kekeke, back to America!

[GZ Club Hous, in ruins]

Dustyn: BLITZKRIEG!
Tricky: Dustyn, you can't read English. Let a lone German.
Dustyn: No, but I can control a panzer like it's James' mother.
Tricky: Touche.
Vash: What happened here? Did Glenn and Charles get in the kitchen again?
Charles: No, we were outside.
Vash: Doing what?
Glenn: *in a ballerina outfit* Nothing! *dissapears in a puff of logic*
Douglas Adams: That my friends, is the answer to life the universe and everything.
Charles: Glenn in a Ballerina outfit?
Adams: No, 42. The Ballerina outfit is just a hint to the question.
James: Aren't you dead?
Adams: No, I'm laying low with Kurt Cobian and Tupac.
Jason: I met Tupac once. He was a black man!
Brandon: Very good, Jason. Very good indeed.
Jason: You talk funny Brandon.

*School house appears again*

Jason: Welcome to Flapjacks Grammer Collage.
James: This is the worst idea since powdered cereal.
Jason: What?
James: Nevermind.

Glenn: *Does a piruet through the air and lands on Jason, smothering him* Oops...
Jason:*rised from the dead* Saved by the afro!
James:...Just a small time girl

*The club house dissapears giving way to a full Karaoke Lounge with a massive stage and an even massiver amount of drunk people*

Glenn: LIVING IN A LONELY WORLD!
Jason: TOOK THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN GOIN' ANYWHERE!
Brandon: Just a city boy
Mike: born and raised in south Detroit.
Anthony: TOOK THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN GOING ANYWHERE
Shiger Miyamoto: *bursts through the wall with the guitar solo*
Vash: I see her in a smokey room, the smell of wine and cheap perfume
Tricky: For a smile they can share the night, it goes on and on and on and on
Everyone in Unison: Strangers. Waiting. Up and down the Boulevard, shadows searching in the niiiiiiiiight.

*At this point the drunken men rush the stage killing everyone, except glenn who continues to piruet, making the drunken men happy.*

Some Drunk Guy: When I go to jail, you're coming with me. And it's going to be soap on a rope for you.
Glenn: *continues to piruet* Yay, soap!

END