Why aren't we dead? Why aren't we dead?
Yeah, I'd really like to
know why we aren't random atoms floating in space now.
Unless we all died and went to
hell.
There is no heaven or hell.
There is only Lifestream.
Shut up Cloud! Hold it... let me
guess, he bought the bomb from you, right Gestahl?
Yup. The cheapest bomb I had.
Only needed something important, but I forgot what it was.
How about an explosive?
That's it! A preconstructed bomb
set, supply your own explosive. It COULD take out planets...
Could is a strong word
apparently.
Well, I had better go and meet
all my new customers, now that I'm a big hero. Bye bye! *leaves*
Well, if almost everything else
was fake... can you move Dark Macc?
No.
Good.
You're not going to help me,
are you?
That isn't exactly high on my
list of priorities, no.
Why won't anyone help the
cause of evil?
Like you said: Not your evil.
Oh nutbunnies.
Anyway, back into your places.
Except you Dark Macc. *chuckle* We have to finish this show off.
*groan*
*gets back in the host's seat*
Well, that ends another episode of FARTS, and we all pray that psycho doesn't come back.
Have we ever been that lucky?
Not really, but one can always
hope. Now that that's over...
Why don't you just say
"I'll be right back" and leave the room?
Because I'm immune to such
cliches. You do it though.
Uh.... no.
*points his buster at Ultros*
Why not?
I'll be right back! *leaves,
then screams are heard*
Sounds painful.
*comes back in* Ouch.
*collapses*
Looks it too.
I wonder where Vegita was during
all of this anyway.
WHAT? WE'RE ROLLING?!?! Go out
for a few tacos and... LOOK AT THIS?!?! I'm gonna kill whoever did this!
Too late. He's already left.
He'll be back sooner or later, so you can get your revenge then. Oh well. Show's over,
let's get out of here. I could use some tacos myself.
Could somebody pull me there
so I could have some tacos too?
Will StarStorm return to plague the FARTS set again? Well the great and noble man known as StarStorm get his righteous revenge on those who tricked him and cast him down from his rightful place? Find out on the next FARTS!
GET OUT OF MY BOOTH!
He's back already. Sic 'em
Vegita.
Grrrr. *runs into the
narrator's booth*
ACK! Gotta go! *escapes through
another portal*
The end. Finally... for now.
Show's over folks, you can go now.