Logic: Hell? Are we in hell?
Guard: Nope, just purgatory
Logic: Phew! Had me worried for a second there
Grammar: I’m always in hell *sniff*
Guard: aww… there there *pats grammar on back*
Logic: Hey what do you mean were in purgatory anyway?
Guard: Well it’s the only place to be, aside from in a story that is
Logic: What happened to my cot in San Francisco?!
Narrator: Oh sorry, I had to sell it
Logic: Why?!
Narrator: umm…
Logic: *tackles narrator*
Narrator: Yahh! *falls over*
Guard: Look out he’s about to pull a frying pan!
Logic: What? *gets hit over the head with frying pan*
Narrator: Muhahahaha!
Grammar: *yawns* I think I’ll go pass out
Guard: Theres some coffee over there *gestures*
Grammar: why?
Logic: it’s the complementary breakfast for DC created characters over there on that table
Narrator: cool *munches doughnut*
Guard: *makes plate of muffins and bagels*
Grammar: god.. I am so tired...
Logic: Whys that?
Grammar: I was in a Shakespeare play again…
Narrator: Owch. the coffee over there is black, why don't you get a cup or two
Grammar: Thanks *sips coffee*
Logic: hey guard what type of cream cheese ya' got?
Grammar: *cringes* do…you…have…
Logic: *shrugs*
Guard: well theres plain, and strawberry, we also have some goat cheese and something imported from Italy
Logic: I had to listen to a full history of Europe a few years ago, I think I’ll pass on that one
Narrator: well theres always the goat *munches goat cheese bagel*
Grammar(dreary eyed): When did we get goat cheese?
Narrator: Just now
Goat: *bleats*
Logic: okay...I guess I'll have a bagel.
Narrator: Yah...you know I'm getting tired of being manipulated by the writer all the time.
Guard: I know what you mean, used to happen to me all the time before I become omnipotent *wipes mouth with pink napkin*
Logic: Why is the napkin pink?
Drum guy: *ba bum bum chi!*
Logic: There was no punch line yet
Grammar: I have never understood the term “punch line”
Drum guy: Oh I’m not supposed to be helping you I’m just here for the bud light
Logic: There is no bud light.
Director: CUT! Your supposed to pull one out of the cooler, drink it and be refreshed!
Narrator: Its going to take more than a bud light to refresh us anyway, we were in Superman III yesterday…
Logic: hang on…what cooler?
Guard: why do random people seem to want to come here?
Logic: you’re the omnipotent one…
Director: *yells unintelligibly into cone*
Grammar: ARTICULATE DAMN YOU! *clubs cone to ground with bat*
Director: *cries*
Narrator: He didn’t mean it *hugs director*
Director: You really think so
Logic: Look! A cooler of bud light over there in the distance!
Director: Really!? *runs into random mystical portal*
Narrator: That was odd
Grammar: I like this goat, it doesn’t have a language with rules it can violate…*pets goat*
Goat: *bleats and starts to chew on the narrators pant leg*
Narrator: Ack! *pulls leg away* here eat this *throws bagel at goat*
Goat: *swallows bagel and continues to chew on narrator’s pant leg*
Guard: It looks like the goat sent off a call threw the universe
Army of goats: *ambush breakfast table*
Logic: Not again!
Guard: *Tackles line of goats at table*
Narrator: *gets driven to ground by goats
Logic: Noooo! *draws sword*
Goat with frying pan: *charges logic*
Grammar: *pulls out lawn chair and popcorn*
Battle: *ensues*
Goats: *Make off with all the food*
Narrator: owww…. *Rolls over on ground*
Grammar: I changed my mind, I don’t like goats anymore…
Guard: Are you kidding! That was great!
Logic: Who keeps giving out the frying pans?
Narrator: There’s a stand over there *points*
Logic: Bastards! I’ll destroy them!
Guard: No if you attack you loose
Logic: shit.
Grammar: But at least they used proper sentence structure on their sign
Narrator: now I’m hungry…
Guard: We could always chase the goats
Logic: Hell why not I got nothing better to do
Grammar: Beats, ummm…something bad…
Narrator: It always does
DC staff: *ride off into sunset*
Cheesy western music: *plays*
Traveling across random scenery that used to not exist montage: *ensues*
Narrator: *holds up hand*
Party: *stops*
Narrator: *kneels*
Party: *does same*
Logic: Why do we have to be stealthy for goats?
Guard: These are some very nasty goats
Grammar: I didn’t think they were so bad…
Goat: *runs up and drags grammar into a cave*
Grammar: AHHHHHH!!!!!!! *vanishes*
Herd of goats: *stir*
Narrator: Shit
Logic: What?
Guard: Stampeding goats
Logic: Where?
Goat stamped: *Charges up hill*
Logic: Oh….RUN!
Party: *runs into cave*
Goats: *Follow into cave*
Guard: hang on…*pulls out remote*
Narrator: Come on keep moving!
Guard: *Detonates C4*
Goats: *explode*
Logic: Where did you get that???!
Guard: I almost forgot I laid traps here a few years back
Narrator: Why?
Guard: For when we were running from the goats.
Logic: oh…
Cave: *starts to collapse*
Guard: Did I mention the mountain would fall down?
Narrator: No! *gets buried in rubble*
Logic: I hate you. *gets buried*
Guard: sorry, I thought I mentioned it *also gets buried*
Grammar: *pulls narrator out of rubble*
Narrator: where did you go?
Grammar: The goat dragged me to the other side of the mountain.
Narrator: Well the guard and logic are dead
Grammar: You sure you can’t effect things in limbo?
Narrator: I could try…. Logic and the guard then land safely on the ground after being saved by the National Guard.
Logic: what the hell?! The National Guard??!? How does that work?
Guard: It doesn’t but I’m not complaining.
Narrator: I can effect things in limbo! *dances*
Guard: No you could only do that because of a shock wave emitted from the goats when they blew up.
Logic: Convenient, but I don’t get it
Grammar: You don’t have to.
Intermisson guy: POPCORN!!!! MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!! *dies*
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