Drat this PC, it kept crashing last night or else I would've posted...
Corey exclaims, "Aha!" and scribbles furiously on a spare sheet of toilet paper Lyra dragged in on her foot. "I've almost finished..."
Taking a break from his lyric duties, he asks Lyra when the Soda War will start. "This soda will go flat soon if I don't spray someone!!" Lyra doesn't answer. "Hey, LYRA!!!!" he yells. Lyra doesn't notice. "Shade, Lyra's giving me the cold shoulder! What's with her?" But Shade continues eating. Suddenly, Mac's voice begins to boom. "You have reached the state which all regulars at the BB must pass through at one time or another." "Oh no..." thinks Corey, "I can't believe it!! I've been working on stupid lyrics so long, I've died!!" "Yes," says Mac, "You have. You can only communicate with other dead people. Well, except Insano, because he's died so many times no one really knows whether he's alive or not... And I can always hear your thoughts when you pass through this plane."
"Noooooooooooo!!!!" Corey hollers at Insano to fire the RAD 9000 at him. BZZZT! "Thanks, pal," Corey says, and hands him a fistful of credits.
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Coreył (Cubed)
I'm a hip frood who knows where his towel is!