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Wally lay on the ground, screaming about no less than three things at once. He was craving all-you-can-eat sushi like there was no tomorrow, his genitals appeared to be bursting and his brain/eyes felt like a rather enthusiastic fire-eater after they had slipped and fell on a bus, lodging their flaming poker somewhere it generally would not be put voluntarily (generally).
Ronald arched an inquisitive eyebrow, paused, saw that he had no experience in the area, returned his gaze to the MOF-Porn, realized that this was even less appealing, and began walking over towards Wally, paused again, reflected upon what he just saw, then, regretfully returned his gaze to one of the screens, and noticed a “Sploosh Inc” on the bottom of the picture (next to a rather unsettlingly mucus-blowing-midget-nose). “Oh… crap.” Ronald remarked. If Captain Groink was right about Mr. Sploosh being their antagonist, it was a rather poor thing to do, to call him up!
…Or was it?
Ronald paused. It seemed like too simple a solution… but what would Mr. Sploosh do, exactly, if Ronald simply called the line as the video said, if he had any questions, concerns, or comments, and explained the whole thing as a misunderstanding?
The whole ship shuddered with an intense, violent… shudder. The unmusically inclined motley crew scattered in random, seemingly incorrectly timed directions, making previous episodes of science fiction TV shows slightly less laughable in the process.
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