We Meet Again (Chapter 11 (Pt. 1) out!)

[HomeStarRunnerTron]

Chapter 10 - Teatime for Rather Dashing 06'!
   
   "Narrator! Oh, Narrator!" .. uh.. buttons... rewind- *gasp*- them.. nuh-muggghh... "Cummon, you disembodied representation of a storyteller in a story.. telling a story! We need story! Man, it feels like a whole year and a near-six-sevenths of a week has gone past just waiting for you and your sentences to alert themselves! WAKE UP!"
   ".. OKAY, Narrator! .. RISE AND SHINE!" Oh.. SHEESHCAKES. Not you again.
   "Yes, me again!" Jim Grim smirked, reading from his book of ever-processing spoilers, pin-pointing his fingers in different paragraphs, making a mental note on what to change. "Now, you see, this story of ours is in need of some MAJOR revamping! Being one of the few responsible, I'd say it's in my and our reader's best interest to make an EFFORT to be well-written."
   Well, WHAT do you have in mind?! I'm all out for suggestions, but I really can't think of much else that we can do.
   "Well, to start with, the name." What about it? "Well, it's just so WEIRD! How are we supposed to get peeplez to r33d it when the title sounds like some swordsman is going to come near the reader and duel to death on their faces to avenge his father?"
   Uh.
   "Wait.. example on this subject:" Jim Grim started up, straightening his legs, and lowering his eyelids, then saying, in the serious(est?) tone possible, ".. Ah, we meet again! My name is Jim Grim. You kill my father. .. Prepare a pie." Jim Grim raised up a pen slowly, and with utmost careful actions, swooped his "blade" around in the clear bluuee-ocky sky, spinning in wide, careful circles. "You think anyone will want to read this, otherwise?" They have, and will continue doing so. I should know, I'VE been around since the beginning!
   "Well, I-" Jim Grim accidentally forgot on the fact that he was in front of fun_timey, and clutched onto the book bumped from his splindly fingers by the Human Representation of a Rhyme Scheme.
   "Hurry up, Jim! Time's running slim! We've got to get back soon." stated the HRoaRS. "We've got our belt. So fore' it just melts, let's get to our Teatime saloon!"
   "Okay, okay!" Jim frowned. "Just trying to make our adventrue better."
   "Our 'adventrue' would be better if we just got our feets moving.. and stopped our EVERY typo- now, LET'S GET OUR GEEK LEGS GROOVING!" fun_timey shoved off Jim to get him started.
   "Narrator, any possible of correcting his repetitious pantemeter?" Jim looked down at the book for an answer. .. nope. Nope, sorry. It's a personality trait. Can't rework personality traits. Your's is set in stone (ah-herm, PAPER. Set in WOOD if you think differently.) and his is set in stone. Bye.
   Jim Grim shut the book in annoyance, and traipsed off with his comrade, pondering of what to do with his new found capability..



   Mr. Teatime twiddled his fingers nervously, waiting.. He really hadn't had much hope to begin with. Yes, he'd played through the game a COUNTLESS number of times, but he really rather hoped he'd never have to go through it THIS way. He'd even feel nervous if he was role-playing as his  gigantic Kerrek-belittling sadistic Orc warlock, Zharon! Plus, the thing REALLY bothering him, he was neck and neck up against the actual Rather Dashing. Sure, RD was now on a different side of the 8-bit battlefield, but there was still contempt here, contempt at himself. He was up against a REAL hero, and this particular hero had been in the online game EVERY time Teatime had played, and EVERY time.. well... EVERYONE- EVERYONE around the globe had turned on their internet browser with the game in mind. .. Unless he'd had doubles. .. but he doubted the possibility of that.. ... meaning one Rather Dashing.. with a LOT of experience. Mr. Teatime slowly unsheathed his sword, looking at his reflection in the blade side, then looking around from left to right. No one.
   "Well, a little practice would help.." Mr. Teatime mumbled. "I just hope they don't come back for a while.."
   "fhjkslsdds!" Bready screamed off in the distance, waving his arms in unison with Peaches.
   "GAH!" Teatime dropped his sword, the sword swooping through the air, then falling with a clatter. "BREADY?! What're you trying to do? Fhjkslsdds me to death?!"
   "fhjkslsdds..." Bready drooped, biting his lip.
   "Don't worry, Bready. You didn't know what sort of self-swording duel he was in, anyway. Maybe a little fhjkslsdds was really what he needed!"
   "Not very!" Bready said back, pointing back down at Teatime.
   "Ah, well, I guess you're RIGHT.. I was just trying to cheer you up, though!"
   "Not very!" Bready put his arm around Peaches, smiling "wouds-wide"ly.
   "You're welcome!" Peaches looked down at Teatime, lifting up the robe in one hand, then fastening ever-more tightly the baby carrier attached to the front of her shirt with the other. "Hey, Xavier! We's gots the robe!"
   "What?" Teatime peered up, taking a couple awkward glances at the baby in the carrier. ".. but.. isn't that.. ?"
   "Yes, I just said. Eez the ROBE. Want it?"
   "No, no, I- I was talking about the-"
   "Cummoon! Speech takes forever to type! I'm ready to type some ACK-SHUUUNS! .. GO LONG, TEATIMEY!" Peaches shot the robe through the air at Mr. Teatime's face.
   "..." Mr. Teatime blinked beneath the robe, his air puffing back at him from the cloth to his cheeks.
   "Oh, and we saved the other half of Like Bread for you!" Peaches grabbed the slice of French Toast, and started the wind-up, stuck out her tongue like a true baseball-man, then shot the syrup-topped breakfast dish straight at Mr. Teatime's face.
   He fell.
   "Well, it's another HAPPY customer!" Peaches swung her right hand to the other side, pleased of her good deed. "Rye, sweetie? Wanna take another wide?"
   "fhjkslsdds!" Rye waved his hands in the air both ecstatically and a bit off-balance.
   "Bready, he said his first word!" Peaches gasped, ushering Bready to the other side.
   "fhjkslsdds!" Bready said, surprised, to say the least.
   "Bready, you said your first word!" Peaches grinned.
   "... not VERY..." Bready rolled his eyes, folding his arms in bitterness.
   "Ah, TRUEE- still, it's the first word you ever SAID here, previously!" Peaches grabbed on Bready's hand, then rushed down the hill, her glasses fumbling over her nose.
   "You know, something, guys?" Mr. Teatime grumbled, pushing himself up. "You guys make the worst first AND second impressio-"
   Bready and Peaches (and Rye, to some extent) tossed themselves onto Mr. Teatime's head.
   "... I've fallen.. and I can't get up." Mr. Teatime moaned from underneath the crazy pile.
   ".. Sounds like some kinda... song!" Peaches smiled widely from above, giggling like nuts. "*I've fallen an'-I-just can't- get- up! YEOW! I've fallen an'-I-need.. a.. CUP! Yeah!*"
   "You're breaking my sanity."
   ...
   "Does it hurt? .."



   ".. GET UP." Something shoved Rocky over onto his stomach, as he mumbled in his own incoherent blather. "Cummon, dude! What're you doing laying down on the job! MUSTACHELESS, nonetheless! Good graphics, man! Not good.. sleep.. ness... es.. ess... Look, dude, I haven't have a old-fashioned bed event for two days.. cummon! HERE, jus- just put on my spare!"
   "GWAH!" Rocky jumped up and shot a dart into the air, and shifted his head down at the man infront of him, wearing a labcoat and a pocket protector. "I'm never wearing the mustache, and you won't make me! FIGHT THE POWER! USE THE POWER!"
   "You're.. you're wearing it, dude." the labcoated employee recorded some stuff on his clipboard while talking in a nasally Whispermaphone of a voice, and fit the pen back into his stainless pocket. "And you'll have to, around here. It looks stylish, PLUS, it helps us keep track of each other. What's with the weird puncture on the back of your neck? ... put down the darts, dude. I'm sick of physical threats. Like that demolition room didn't scare me enough. Never back your way into it, dude, you don't wanna get your sideburns sheared of-"
   "Where's SKYE?!" Rocky growled. "Where's the people?! I must- *twitch*- dart shoot.. a-norc-ulate- *twitch*.. people.."
   "Wait, lemme see that.." the employee quickly swiveled to the other side and caught him by the shoulder before he fell back to the pre-sterilized tile floor (as if you really wanted to know the detail), and took a look at the puncture, now swelling like crazy with activity. He took a sharp look at that, and then at the dart that had went clear into the neon lighting. ".. Dude, thank Edgar I deal in viruses."


   "Aw, crabberdonk!" Jim Grim peered over the edge of the hill. "They made it here before us! Peaches and me had a bet! She said she'd give me her baby if I got there first!"
   ".. Grimplestiltskin.. ?" fun_timey stared.
   "Ah! I CAUGHT YA! Bamboozled! - You said it.. now RHYME it!" Jim Grim looked at him from aside, grinning deviously.
   "... ehh.. um.." fun_timey sweated (swote? .. eh.. swat? .. swated... swote.. swoted...), paused momentarily under the evil grim (and or grin) of Jim, then quickly shot out, "- simple guilts win!", grinning back like a crocodile with nerd for an early-midnight lunch.
   "AGH! SH- SHOW OFF!" Jim Grim pulled at fun_timey, and threw him down the hill.
   

   He fell!


   "... could you guys all.. please- get off me?" Teatime barely got through from the thick pile.
   "I got the belt!" fun_timey mumbled, headfirst, shaking the belt in one hand.
   "Ooh! Stinky!" Peaches made a reach for it. "Gimmegimmegimme! We'll make an extract!"
   "Where am I?" Bready said through Mr. Teatime's shirt.
   "Your first question, Bready!" Peaches squealed ecstatically. "I'm soooo proud!"
   "RATHER DASHING COMMANDS YOU TO GET OFF HIM!" Mr. Teatime shrieked, blasting them off into the atmosphere.



   "Oh, cummon, sleep already, Teatime!" Skye groaned, swatting away a fly with his free hand, while attempting to fluff the rock-hard cushions. "We've been trying everything to help you!"
   "There's next to a hundred of the thousands of BHZ members viewing my attempts to sleep. Nope- not much else you could do to help!" Teatime grumbled, peering restlessly from his side position.
   "I know!" Won The Powerball rolled her eyes, raising her hands in confusion. "You've got such.. NEEDS!"
   "Well, we got the inn rented for you, you gotta at LEAST fall asleep!" Yello Dello sat down next to the bedside, slowly. "Now.. I order you as a administrator to FALL ASLEEP. .. NOW!"
   "- GAAAH!" Teatime fumbled around frantically, tossing in his sheets, accidentally slipped on the mattress with his free foot, and his head collided with the foot of the bed.
   "... aww... he's sleeepiiiiing..." Yello Dello said. "That's better!"
   "A good thing, too. The stupid simple interface only boots nighttime when a main character goes to bed. Silly, really. I go to sleep in the morning, usually!" Jengajam stated with an orgulous aura, as the candle's flames instantaneously flickered into being, lighting up the room ominously, and the flowing 8-bit stream outside became freckled with distorted moonlight.
   ".. that's... creepy." Peaches backed up hesitantly into a corner, staring at the double J. "... ARE YOU A VAMPIRE?!"
   "Hey, has anyone seen Homestar Golfer? We're missing both him, Stickly Man, and Hammer Of God." Ivan noted off. "It doesn't make much sense that they'd-"
   "Oh, that's easy!" Jim Grim swayed casually. "It has to do with ROCKY.."
     "What? What-he-do? Change his name? Did he change his name to the... Italian.. STALLION?'-/?<>.89'ool';huyskl;;

   "EYE OF THE TIGER!" Rocky yelled out, in boxer getup. "It ain't over till' it's SPOILERED!"
     "... what is that from, 05'?" Stickly came up, unimpressed.
   "... I think 04'.." Rocky mumbled, looking off.
   So- don't kick bananas! Because bananas are able to kick!fghjikol;tyuioyhjnm,//

.. Mm.. Sorry about the interruption. Rey' wanted to play N64, and he kicked me off the table. .. Still- PRETTY HILARIOUS, eh? His writing's improved!

     "Er, um- no.." Jim Grim blinked uneasily.
   "Nn-guuuh..." Mr. Teatime blathered.
     "SSHHH! He's waking up!" Peaches shushed Jim Grim.
   Teatime slowly blinked back into consciousness again. ".. okay.. what's next, again?"

   ...

   ".. what?" Mr. Teatime looked around nervously, looking at ACPigeon and Homstar grabbing a big pot from the top shelf, grinning. "... ohhhh, no!"
   


a> get grease


   ".. Mmrh.." Teatime burbled echously (DIBS on echously!) ".. not bad, I guess. The sightlessness is the HARDEST part, but besides that.. kinda gooey!"
   "Hey- Grease is the word!" Peaches grinned.



   "YEAAAH!" Teatime cheered into the skies, his head blazing on fire, triumphantly illuminating the lantern's glass panels, standing by itself in the big field, now being occupied by the many, many BHZ members. ".. YEAAAA-aaah-OWCH! Ow. How does he keep this on?! My scalp's tingling! .. Nonetheless, I'm a REAL boy! .. er- peasant!"
   "Meh, peasants are overrated." NoNeck shrugged. "Being a real iTunes, THAT's cool."
     ".. you can be a real.. iTunes?" Big Boss / Uncle Fisty / The Lurking User asked, unsuredly.
   "Hey! Heheh.. some people on the net- that's all they are!" NoNeck chuckled.
     "Ah." Lurk interjected.
   "Cummon, Teatime!" Skye tugged his robe. "We gotta get up that mountain before that Rather Evil personage does first!"
   "Oh, Teatime?" Peaches pranced up with Bready, holding a Sub sandwich. ".. Me, Bready, and Rye were real sorry about what we did. We decided to fetch up a niiice Sub sandwich just for you! Man, oh man, is typing up what you say and do in your head WAAY too fun. Minimal effort, and best results! Enjoy!"
   "Awww, gee, thanks!" Mr. Teatime munched on it. "I forgive you! Give Bready my thanks!"
     "fhjkslsdds!" Peaches relayed to Bready.
   "Not very!" Bready grinned.
     "Okay!" Mr. Teatime took another nibble into the sub sandwich, ordering the crowd to a halt. "I'm going to need only a SMALL group to follow me up into the mountains. The most capable should go. .. mm- I'd say- Skye, Peaches, Bready, AC, WTP, and.. mm... Brett!"
   "Bizarre pick." Peaches leaned over him, indiscreetly.
     "I know.." Mr. Teatime whispered back.
   "Yeaaah, I know, too! Skye's kinda dumb, he let my recipe blow off in them whispering winds- AC has only carried stuff in the past, Powerball's only REALLY delicious, and Brett's fake moustache looks terribly off center!"
   "THANK YOU, Peaches." Mr. Teatime murmured impatiently. "Now... who wants to play babysitter?"
 

Special Thanks To..
Skinny_blonde_girl, Mr. Teatime, and Peaches for all their encouragement, input (whether known or unknown) and, in general, hilarity!

...


(This was made over the span of a WEEK! LAAAAWL! Hoooo boy.. A whole year for it to be that simple..)

[Mr. Teatime]

After a year and 8 days, I can finally return from the edge of my seat. Only to go back to it...again. Man, good thing I rock enough to save the day. Which I'm gunna do. Erm. I hope.

[HomeStarRunnerTron]

(Besides this new chapter, I recently redid the Prologue. It's MUCH funnier and well-written now! Well, at least as funny as THIS... )

Chapter 11 - Rey' + Rye Trogdor + Rather Dashing • 2 (Part 1)

   "You know something? You're not QUITE the first-class carrier, Skye." Peaches mumbled in annoyance towards the skies, which had nothing to do with the fact to the name she was calling, as it really so happened that at the moment Skye was above Peaches, so in order for her to talk to him, she'd have to do as much, if not more. .. she probably should've done more.
   "S-.. SORRY.." Skye (or HSRT... either works, really. We have this discussion too many times- hey, we could be calling Peaches Sallie right now if we wanted! ... but we aren't! Some stick with their real name, some don't. It's not convenient, but it's pretty true!) groaned, feeling for another convenient handhold. "Look, this isn't (*swish*- yikes! A near miss for another rock to grab to!) the.. MOST convenient thing for me at the moment! (Just like our name problem! ... okay, fine, now I'll be quiet.)"
   "Look, it's ONLY fair you pay back for the HORRENDOUS crime you commited against our pursuit of the best peach sandwich EVAHZ!" Peaches waved her arms in the air, only to get one caught in the ropes she and Bready were lounging in, weaved together in the net Skye was.. barely carrying, the other getting caught in Bready's mouth. ".. Bready, let go of my arm! How much times do you think I continuously wash this arm each day?!"
   "Not very!" Bready spit it out instantly, smiling.
     "Bready, we went over this! It's not MUCH. Grammar's important, just as important as not making any sense! The two put together make the best oxymoronical match EVER! Plus, I- I rub and scrub until my flesh is raw and- and bleating! .. Can't you hear it? - so you're wrong!" Peaches rolled around in the net, trying to get comfortable, this ever so much making the net harder to hold onto. "Skye, don't wobble the sack around, you're making us hit the rubble on the cliffside! That's as fun as fun is to not fun as you are to Fezzik!"
   "What?!" Skye clumsily reached for another handhold. "Peaches, I-I'm pretty sure you're one of the first to make a peaches sandwich."
   "EeeeXACTly!" Peaches grinned, taking out her notebook and pen, and reviewing it with Bready Guy. nearly completely under her. "If we are release it to the public as the perfect peanut butter and jelly substitute, we need to get this baby PERFECT, first!"
   "fhjkslsdds!" Bready pointed rapidly at one of the notes posted previously on her notebook a couple sheets back.
   "Oh, RIGHT! Can't do without MORE fhjkslsdds!" Peaches frantically scribbled down more notes.
     "Wait... fhjkslsdds?" Bready questioned, realizing the statement Peaches had said before hadn't made much sense to himself.
   "Ohh, no, Bready. I didn't mean OUR baby- Rye's already perfect." Peaches grinned, suddenly sniffing up a proud tear. "I just hope he's.. doing okay without us!"
   "Don't worry about that- *GRUNT*- Peaches.." Skye waved his hands in the air for another handhold. "You know he's got.. more than enough people looking after him... a couple.. hundred people..."


   Hello. ... My name is Dave Pelloska. I've been employed by Skye for about 4 years or so to dictate out his written stories, and also deal with the many annoying characters on this show who know far more than they should. Blame it on Death Support. I often stay way past working hours to do so, I get paid by the paragraph, I have a beautiful wife and three children I come back to every night, whom I all love very much. Previous to this, I worked at the local Button Convenience Store, which is ridiculous when you think about it, as the buttons should often be more fitting to the product if it was made by the factory that produced the said same product. You decide what's really convenient, but the job wasn't.. best suited for someone of my state-of-being... as you've known from my own encounters with buttons during even up to THIS job...
   You probably never knew my name, but you probably know me well enough now to know about the original story, If We Met In Real Life, or that longer, more atrocious title that even the author himself forgot about. Never-the-less, I think it's safe to say that the concept of an entire forum fitting in one room is an unreal idea. However, it's time to clear up facts that need to addressed to. Just like the Skye vs. HSRT debate... and my life story!
   As the time when the Homgenie hoarded them all together onto a large boat was actually ON-LINE in cyberspace, this means that all of these members have free will to whether they go off or on after they've been summoned. Yes, when they came out victoriously in the last story, all the forum members were magically, if that's the word for it, onto one state, formerly known as Hawai'i, and... still known as Hawai'i, but with quite the different structure. You see, all of the members and their families were morphed onto one state- and that'd most probably too big to hold them all, especially with Hawai'i's rapidly decreasing amount of valuable land. So the Homgenie did some clever matter bending, and created a couple more miles of land connected to Skye's housing complex he lived in! (Yes, then ol' Hom G was forced to do mindless hours of matter bending, bringing in best friends, and schools, taking out people who didn't even like the forums and didn't care about anything to do with it, and to bring everyone lots of happiness to the members. This also involves messing with people's memories a bit... but nothing too.. wrecking. ... hopefully.) By the end of this process, most BHZ members were hardly on the island at all, besides the most frequent of visitors we all know and love and dance like fools with!
   But the important fact there is my life story the whole set-up of the members. They're not all there at the same time- and most choose to be off ALL the time. ... And some choose to be on, and we're forced to kick them off.
   ... those individuals... are spam bots. Which leads to the next part of our story, as you'll see soon enough. ... Also, remember the rest of that stuff, too.


   "Sallie (HAH! See?! We can say that, too!), what are you doing to Skye?!" Brett looked below from a dizzying old-graphics height. "Enforcing... child labor or something?"
   "Ah, pish-posh. He did me wrong, and now I do him wrong." Peaches grinned. "He's not even doing a good job."
   "Skye... the net's not in your hands, what's carrying it?" ACPigeon peered quizzically at Skye's net-less hands.
   "Um... I think it's in his-" Won The Powerball was interrupted by Skye.
   "Why.. in the world... did I tie this... onto my neck?!" Skye gasped for breath, as Peaches tilted over one way in the net, trying to get comfortable. "It's even- GACK- chafing- erk- neck. - St- stupid.. rope.. net.. THING."
   "Here, Skye... I'll.. untie it for you..." Won The Powerball leaned over and untied it, with a wicked grin.
   "... good idea." ACPigeon said as he looked down at the recently undone and untied heap of ropes, Peaches, and Bread.
   "And now I've got an even better one!" Won The Powerball replied, still wearing the grin of delight.


   "Okay, Rye! You, too, Like." Rey' snapped the Bread child and pet (which was hardly there anymore) to attention. "While I have my chance to, I think the first thing I'd like to instill in you would be the magical wonders... of FAQs, Walkthroughs, and Cheat Codes. These will be some of the most important resources of the next generation, and it's one of the things I feel I must pass on myself."
   "fjkslsdds?" Rye spoke up, in question.
   "No, none of that." Yello Dello took the pointing stick from Rey', and pointed it straight at Rye, who was, quite clearly, intimidated. "Although your parents may be a couple of looney tunes- your father can't say a word more than basic gibberish, and your mother encourages it- YOUR young flexible 8 to 32-bit mind shall be filled with a rounded vocabulary!"
   "Yes, quite!" Rey' pointed towards the skies. "Ol' Jello-"
   "YELLO." Yello Dello grumbled out, leaning over.
   "- YELLO here did it for me, she can do it for you! Before I was a foolish kid who didn't know when to stop a sentence, and look at me NOW! ... well, actually, looking at me proves nothing. Besides the fact that it proves nothing. However, first thing is first. Gamefaqs.com. A rare gem of a community out there- it gives us valuable information on games to be and games that be already, and games we never wanted to be. PRINT IT ALL OUT TO USE IN YOUR GAME ROOM. Use it to your advantage. Why, back when I was nothing more than a fetus- it was only THREE YEARS RUNNING, and had HARDLY attracted attention!"
   "...What about when you were a kid?"
   "... well.. it had attracted attention. .. A lot of it! ... siiiillly!" Rey' giggled, cleared his throat, and continued. "Now, make sure not to lose your precious papers once they've been printed. I, myself, have made that foolish mistake. We always find Crash Bandicoot secret stages torn into little tiny scraps everywhere under cabinets when Spring Cleaning comes around! Also, don't even THINK of writing things down. Typed out is where it's at. Writing smears, and if you carelessly scribble your codes to paper, you'll probably throw it away in the process of trying to find the paper again, because it.. just doesn't look like anything important! Black ink DEMANDS attention. And, to a lesser extent, paper to put upon! And, also, when in doubt, Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B A!"
   "B A.. ?" Rye said, somewhat unsure of himself.
   "NOW you're getting it!" Rey' jumped in delight, then pulling his Spy Kids 3-D decoder watch up to his face. "And what you're getting is... knowledge! ... and a heaping course of lunch!"
   "Sandwich!" Rye clapped his hands together in delight.


   "Hurry, you guys!" Teatime shouted down from the top of the cliff. "Rather Evil has GOT to have already gotten inside the lair by now! A rock-on shortpants man can only wait so long for his partners!"
   A single hand reached the sharp ledge, twitching and uneasy in its grip. Moments later, another hand collapsed near it, with the same feeling, but with less longevity of nail size.
   "Urrrk..." Peaches pulled her weight up to the top with two bent arms, and flopped onto the cliffside, with his torso heaving up and down on the cold stone floor.
   "fhjksal... foppp..." Bready pulled up his head, and then held himself in that position with his teeth.
   "Thank you, Peaches!" Won The Powerball released herself from the bag right next to her, the other three following quickly in the back, as Peaches desperately tried to untie the knot from her neck.
   ".. Are you okay, Peaches?" Skye craned over Peaches as she finally undid the knot.
   "I feel... like I just ate a slice of bread drenched in sea water, then had a VACUUM suck up every last bit of moisture in my mouth." Peaches moaned, and flopped over onto her other side.
   "fjaklsdfgew..." Bready mumbled, with his mouth still holding him up on the ledge.
   "Sounds like when I did 16 laps for pool. I was sparzdankling around aimlessly with dizzied legs for, like, 20 minutes afterward!" Skye recalled nostalgically.
   "Yeah? Well- ... I don't even think I can even sparzdankle a BIT after that!" Peaches shoved her whole body up the side of the cliff, tried awkwardly to stand up a bit, then fell backwards.
   "fhjk... pmlsv.. hhjklld..." Bready waved his free arm helplessly in the direction of the sparzdankle-less Peaches, as Peaches effortfully strained to pull him up.
   ".. Can I do anything to help?" Skye hesitantly asked.
   "As a matter-of-fact, yes!" Peaches regained a bit of her usual hutzpah and energy. "Tell your Homgenie to create some sort of... automatic larger-than-normal double seated baby carriage for me and Bready to recuperate in!"
   "Oh, sure th-.." Skye trailed off, unsure of what to say. He continued to stick his hands in his pockets, and place his hands over any place to feel for some trace of the lamp that the Homgenie usually was in (yes, Homgenie/Just Plain Ol' Homsar was usually to be found in a lamp, although not mentioned at all as of yet.). "... where's Homsar?!"
   "- whoop. More than THAT..." Peaches turned her head to each side frantically, in the near-empty bleak surroundings of the lair. "... where's our group? ..."