At the commissary...

*sigh* I'll have a beer...

Gimme a glass of OJ.

Hmmm... you're that ninja chick.

So I am. And you're the guy who's been giving Macc so much trouble.

So I am. ...say, I have a question.

What is it?

Are you a natural blonde, or do I have to use an intelligent pick-up line?

.......

Back on the FARTS set...

OW! Ow ow ow ow OWWWWW!! ...ah crap, looks like Dark Macc managed to get himself hurt again.

*on the phone, but not speaking*

Why are you so quiet, Ultros? Aren't they answering?

No, but frankly I'd be more worried if they did.

...ooookay, I'm not even gonna ask. ...come on now Rampage, where are you?

*appears in the guest chair* Hey yo.

Wha-! Oh, you're already here. Didn't hear ya come in there.

Well, I'm here. So how's the show coming, or going?

It's coming.... and going... somewhere. Not very far though.

*cackles with glee* ...Who IS Glee, anyway?

*tries to cackle with Glee, but fails!* *Dictionary obtained!* *Found "Definition of Glee!" - A feeling of great delight that makes one want to laugh!* *LAUGHS with Glee instead!* *Critical hit!* *Glee fainted!*

Ermmm... Weren't you laughing WITH Glee, and not against Glee? Oh, wait, I get it... Accidents DO happen, eh?

I just tend to madly swing a mallet around when I laugh. And it happens to be.... the fabled "Mallet o' Normalness"! There's nothing special about this weapon.

*casts the "Spell-O'-Devolvo" on the "Mallet o' Normalness"*

*Mallet o' Normalness devolves into... Mallet of the Gods +38!* ...aw, crap... *throws it away*

*picks up the "Mallet of the Gods +38!", and closely examines it, afterwards stomping on it like crazy*

*Rampage used STOMP!* *Mallet of the Gods +38! fainted!* *Rampage gained 1 EXP. Points!*

Heh, no point in me trying to make a point about that, since you already pointed out that that point about the point is the greatest point to be pointed out.

Er, could you please point that somewhere else? Then you'll gain another 1 EXP. Points.

Good point, glad you pointed it out, because if you hadn't have pointed that previous point out, the point that you wouldn't have pointed out, ... well, wouldn't have been pointed out, I guess. Uhmm, hey! How did you spell "Albuhcorky" or whatever again, anyway?

The song's called Albuquerque, if that's what it's for, which it probably is.

Ahhh, I missed that guy. Zanks. ......just PEACHY!!

...snorkel.

...fluffy.

...giant fireball...

...it's good for you.

Naw, we're outta sauerkraut!

I said to my Macc, I said: "Hey Macc, what's up with all the sauerkraut?"

Good question. Too bad there couldn't be more lemons around here.

Oh no? Where's a will, there's a lemon.

Too late. My guests have already done that.

....*looks around puzzled* What guests?

Nobody cares, Moby! Nobody cares. Noone.

*puts a waste-basket on his head and starts sleeping*

*starts singing in German*

*starts chanting Klugman in his sleep*

*activates his ejector seat and flies through the roof*

*continues sleeping and chanting*

*continues floating in space*

*continues sleeping and chanting*

*continues yodeling*

In space? With no sound? Impressive! I mean... *continues sleeping and chanting*

*falls back into his original position* Yeah well, you know me.

Uh-huh. But really, I gotta go now, else I'll be beat tomorrow. Well, probably not, but I have to make something up to make myself get some rest, else I'll turn green and blow up. And since I don't feel like doing that without having a sufficient audience, I'm going. Soo... Have fun with whatever it is you're doing, and we'll be talking soon. Anyway, seeya later, and bye bye! *disappears*

.......what... what did just happen?

I was just having an interview with Rampage, sheesh, weren't you paying attention?

That was an interview? It sounded more like a whole bunch of obscure inside jokes stuck together to me.

Of course. That's the only way Rampage and me are able to communicate with eachother.

...well I guess it makes sense if he's related to you.

Now about those backup guests...

Don't worry, one of them will be here any minute now...

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