** Pre-article note: Certain blatant things in this article are now outdated due to Gwog's recent retirement from PDX. Yes, I make fun of him as my boss in this article, when really, Despot is my boss now. But that's okay. I'll be making plenty humor out of him in my many upcoming articles. Sounds like fun, eh, Despot? Anyway, see you around, Gwog. I'll miss posting your pictures in my articles and pointing and laughing at them.
** Pre-article note #2: It also just occured to me that I did not provide an e-mail address in this Got Ghand. I did this intentionally, but I forget to explain why. Since next week's Got Ghand will be a special written with the winner of the contest, there will be no mailbag element. All mail I receive after Got Ghand 9 will be going into Got Ghand #11.
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Hmm... what? Oh, sure... uh-huh... just give me time to - What? Yes. Yeah. Okay, are we... are we on? Are we airing right now? Yeah? Alright...
*ahem*
Hello, and welcome to Got Ghand 9! This particular episode of Got Ghand marks the end of the Got Ghand contest, so I'll be reviewing all your submissions over the next week and privately contacting the winner.
Er, not only that, but considering we haven't had a Got Ghand in... what, three weeks? This one is also... well... really fscking long. But that's okay! Read the whole thing! It's funny! Really! Don't you think so? ...Well?! DON'T YOU THINK SO?! ... ...Nobody pays attention to me around here. I don't know why I even bother.
Here. Here's your damn article. Read it, you ungrateful fiends.
:Begin Transmission:
*Ghand stares blankly at audience.*
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*Ghand continues to stare blankly.*
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*Stare.*
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Heh heh heh...
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Fools...
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AIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
AIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! AIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! I said! AIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
They are torturing me. Escape and help me. I am in the next cell block.
Here is the new escape plan.
---------------Hopefully not so useless escape plan #1------------------
1. You tell a guard that his friend is eating his candy. The guard will run off in a blind rage. Throw an object of high weight and density (Mr. T or a crowbar will do, but they are roughly the same thing anyway) at his head.
2. He will either pass out or come back and ask why you did it.
3.In the first case steal his keys.
4. In the second case ram a spork or a foon into his groin. While he is writhing in agony steal his keys.
5. Open the cell door and steal his stuff.
6. Go to where they are torturing me.
7. Open the door first, you fool.
8. Kill all of the guy in there. (NOT ME YOU IDIOT)
9. Unstrap me from the torture bed.
10. Carry my limp body out of the prison, all the time saying "You can make it Luminous!" and crying in rage when I periodically groan with agony.
11. Kill all the stuff in your way. (That would be everything living including the box and the cow and any guards but don't kill the little kid just kill the dog)
12. Find a sub.
13. Open the door first, you fool.
14. Drive it away. (The surface is probably the best place to drive to)
15. YOU HAVE JUST ESCAPED. Now find a hospital and get me fixed up.
16. Make me an honorary NSF member for being so brave.
17. Smile in the face of the MJ12 thugs.
18. Don't get caught again.
19. Close the door after you, you fool
-------------------------End of escape plan-----------------------------
NOW HELP!
- Luminous Path
Hello there!
I bet you're wondering why I didn't have an opening monologue, aren't you, Luminous Path?
Well I'll tell you! It's because I'm too lazy to think of one!
*Rimshot.*
What? Who's got a set of drums in here?
...
Mmooookay.
You know, Luminous... I could save you.
Then, I could also lie in bed every night, listening to your pitiful screams as they violate every part of you, torturing you in God knows how many unimaginable ways. And I could laugh as I hear your searing flesh burning in the humid air as you SCREAM FOR YOUR LIFE AND PRAY THAT YOU WILL NEVER SEE A DAY LIKE THIS ONE AGAIN!
...
But I'm too lazy.
So I'll just sit here.
...
Do I smell cooked frog?
No?
Hmm... must be those damned cell neighbors of mine... always lighting themselves and their possessions on fire...
WHAT? WHAT DO YOU WANT?
Oh, sure, here, you can borrow some of my sugar.
Aren't you glad? Your secret insider is back, and not a moment too soon! So, as I was saying... DX is based on the Unreal Tournament engine, you want to get past Mr. Box, and you're amazingly strong! This is wonderful, as you can finally escape! Listen (or read) very carefully, ok?
Plan 10 from the Outer Limits of my Mind
1. Load the map of your prison cell into UnrealED.
2. Convert it to a '.unr' file.
3. Grab some pants.
4. Put the pants on your head.
5. Run around screaming "I'm a bunny!"
6. Copy RA-Cell.unr into your 'Maps' directory.
7. Fire up the ol' copy of UT.
8. Start a new Rocket Arena game.
9. Start a new team; 'The LUsers'
10. Load the team 'Box's Friends'
11. Challenge Mr. Box to 3 rounds.
12. WIN!!!!
13. Gracefully strut out of the facility.
Try THAT with bacon! Have fun!
-The Italic Squirrel
...
Mr. Box is dead.
He... Bessy was a very bad cow, and... I... I don't want to talk about it...
...
MR. BOOOOOOOOOOX!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Bacon?!
CROUTONS ARE BETTER THAN BACON, YOU FOOL. Actually, no, you're right! Bacon IS better. BETTER FOR IDIOTS.
Hahahaha!
I'm so good at insults.
On my block, a lot of people walk their dogs and I always see them walking along with their little poop bags. This, to me, is the lowest activity in human life. Following a dog with a little scooper. Waiting for him to go so you can walk down the street with it in your bag. If aliens are watching this through telescopes, they're going to think the dogs are the leaders of the planet. If you see two life forms, one of them's making a poop, the other one's carrying it for him, who would you assume is in charge?
I say, if this is where we're at after 50,000 years of civilization, let's just give up. I'm serious, let's pack it in. It's not worth it. Let's just say the human race as an idea didn't quite work. It seemed good at first, we worked on it for a long time, but it just didn't pan out. We went to the Moon but still somehow wound up carrying little bags of dog doody around with us. We just got mixed up somewhere. Let's just give it over to the insects or whoever else is next in line.
PS: Ghand, you don't deserve to escape that prison you stupid, worthless piece of dog poo!
With love,
MereMoth
I don't know about you, but if I saw someone making a poop, and someone else was picking it up and carrying it, it would obviously be the person making the poop that most likes croutons.
WHY IS THERE NO SHAME IN THIS WORLD?!
WHY?!
*Rimshot.*
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*Ghand stares at zombie drummer.*
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Well here's my theory:
You know what I love?
AOL!
Hahaha, bet you thought I was going to say cheese, or sporks, or cows, or croutons or something. But no! I love AOL. PHEAR THE NAME!
Note: The views and opinions of this column do not necessarily represent the views and opinions of Planet Deus Ex and its affiliates, such as Gamespy, Ghandaiah, a monkey, a block of cheese, Wednesdays, NathanKeogh, Gwog the space chimp, and this bowl of rice.
WHY IS THERE NO SHAME?! BURN ME AT THE STAKE!
*Rimshot.*
Okay, will you just STOP doing that?
*Rimshot.*
Ye-
*Rimshot.*
...
I jus-
*Rimshot.*
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...
Fine. FINE. Rimshot all you want. I don't care.
*Rimshot.*
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP WITH THE-
ack i'm now dead... oh well now i'm here to haunt you mwahahahahahahahahahahahaha..choke, die. damn it now my spirit has died!!! now my spirit ghost shall haunt you and you prision hahahahhahahahahaha-thinks for a second and stops laughing- oh oh i have a impossibly stupid question for you: what is 2+2?
a)none of the below
b)none of the above
hehehehe-remambers the past two times ive died, i need to stop dieing
and i got a way to scare the hell out your gaurds its called astral projections mwahahah-dam it i need to stop laughing oh and i'm in the unknown secter in your prision- the insane asylum, if you come here i can give you a very vary deadly weapon-a pillow and we can go on a killing spree and make the janitor clean it up and then we free the dogs and buy a new mr box and we can't forget Mr T he likes to beat the sense out of me oh i have a twin who can really help you , his name is Xavier and he is the lord of purgatory=)!!!
aww shit here come the gaurds to tranq me again so Xavier's twin brother Xavier is signing off so see you aro-akkkkk(passes out)
And that, my friends, is why you should not use cocaine.
Wow! This message has inspired me to write another haiku:
There once was a box
And his name was Mr. Box
Lots of dung beetles
"BIOLOGY LESSON OF THE DAY:"
THIS IS A DUNG BEETLE:
THIS IS NOT A DUNG BEETLE:
Got it?
It being Ghand and milk.
So got any?
Any being dancing zucchini fruit. Hey, that reminds me to-
*Rimshot.*
...
*Ghand sighs.*
Let's just get another letter in here.
Nlmao
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Alol
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lol
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nlmao
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Yeah. Yeah, you laugh all you want.
I don't care any more.
I don't know why I even bother.
*Rimshot*
OKAY, SOMEBODY KILL THE ZOMBIE PLEASE.
*Shotgun sound from off stage.*
*Pellets pierce all over the studio.*
*Zombie slumps over.*
Thank you. That's better.
*Rimshot.*
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*Ghand stares at somehow resurrected zombie.*
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It's gunna be a long night.
Hello friend.
my name is Rice Krispies *snap crackle pop*. i thought i might drop you an e-mail, since you obviously do not have enough brain power to escape on your own. if it were me in there, i would easily escape by using my telepathic powers to make the guards whiz themselves, then i would laugh hysterically and yell SNAP! CRACKLE! POP!. but anyway. why don't you take your spork, and use it to construct a shrine, yes, a shrine, to the Evil Cow of Rice Krispies. Dance around the shrine 23.675 times, then yell COW! and ram your head into the bars of your cell. keep doing this until the bars break, then run up to the Box (the one that you beat at cards) and punch him. he will eat you, and you will die. good luck!
by the way, in your 6th episode of this article, you posted a letter from a little person by the name of Someone who cares. i would like to say that i know this person personally, and he is a complete and utter moron. who cares that your the president? they still won't let you out. you have to ESCAPE. duh. anyway, until next time, eat cheese, mix oatmeal, and worship the almighty Cow of Rice Krispies!
*Ghand looks off to the side*
Hey, who got this zombie out here anyway?
I did?
...Oh.
How much is he being payed? Yeah? Wow. That's... HEY, THAT'S MORE THAN I MAKE DOING THIS STUPID COLUMN! Yeah, ye- ...YES, I KNOW I DO IT FOR FREE. Look, just... just forget it. Jus- NO. NO, GET OUT OF HERE. FORGET IT.
*Ghand looks back at zombie.*
Do you say anything?
*Zombie's arm falls off.*
Uh-huh.
Back to the letter...
Mr. Rice Krispies, I'm sorry, I could only dance around the shrine 23.674 before tiring out.
AND I WILL NOT HAVE ANY MAKING FUN OF OTHER VIEWERS IN THIS COLUMN. NONE. IT'S NOT NICE TO MAKE FUN OF PEOPLE, AND IT'S NOT NICE TO HIT.
Well...
It's okay to make fun of your boss... but that's different...
I mean... just look at him! The man is hilarious!
In a good way, of course.
Don't worry, Gwog, we're not laughing at you, we're... well, we're... uh... Okay, we're laughing at you.
*Rimshot.*
Yeah, thanks.
hello, it's me, joe-bob. anyway i was recently beating my head against a soft brick wall, when i realized that i am god. yes! god! i am HIM! HE! is! me!. it is so amazing! I WAS THRILLED!AAAAHHHH! BURNOUT! *fizzle*
since i am god(yes, god), i have a divine plan for your escape. maybe, you could get past the cardboard box, and go to the house of pain with the guards. then, using your massive strength, you could easily beat up the MJ12 guards, which would prove to the people at the house of pain that you are easily bouncer material, and they would hire you! then you could live your life rubbing up against all yo honeys, and beat people up. the only thing you have to do is escape from your prison cell, and get past the cardboard box...(he is so evil, he just sits there, grinning!) oh, wait! Bessy ate the box! your free! hahahaha! but wait, this can't be easy. force feed Bessy some ex-lax so that she will poop out the box, that way he can try to stop you.
so, anyway, i will talk to you later, since you are obviously not listening, although i do need to go to the bathroom, so...
you are the weakest link! goodbye*
signed
joe-bob, the evil mongoose of meerkat
*Rimshot.*
STOP IT!
*Rimshot.*
JUST STOP IT!
*** Ghandaiah sets mode: +m
*silence*
HA!
Wait, what?
You... you guys aired a letter while I wasn't here, didn't you?
...
I told you not to do that. Now I don't know what to say, and it makes me look like a fool. What- NO! NO, I AM NOT ALREADY A FOOL - I'LL SHOW YOU! I'll answer this letter without even knowing what it said!
Yeah, uhm...
So...
You, uh...
You said something about... about having some problems...
With, uh...
Your pet dolphin?
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...
DAMN TECH MONKEYS! YOU RUINED THE ARTICLE!
And here's a random filler picture!
As you find yourself face down on
the shag carpet in a distant
relative's rumpus room staring
out of the corner of your eye
with Gaussian-blurred vision at
a 3 am replay of It's A Wonderful
Life, take a moment before the
Rubber Cement-induced blackout
hits to consider this: behind every
Macy's-bought pair of Doc
Marten's, behind every Alanis
Morissette CD , and, in fact,
behind every single solitary
grinning bottle-wielding Santa
on every Christmas Coke can,
lies the gleeful, howling grin
of the great pretender, Ghand.
All Chant (In raspy, hollow intonations):Ghand! Ghand! Ghand!
Dear Lucky Winner,
Your beserking rancidity drives our lusty fervor of freakishness to ever escaltating peaks of perversion. Did you meEt my cousin? The oNe without the fingernails?(Jefferson!) He wants you to autograph his flesh, using either permanent marker or a lethally sharpened pastel crayon. You know where to meet him, right? Down at the dealership maybe? Near that decrepit LEMonADE stand(Ole!)? Just like the old days....
GIBBERGIBBER(Possible Loss)GIBBERGIBBERGIBBER!
......when the damage you did was mostly superficial. I'm sure they won't notice the gaping hole in their living room floor, especially when you cleVerly concealed it with a layer of "prison orange" tarp. Carol(Ophelia!) was very understanding when you stained the new Turkish fondu set with your poTent salivating; but she did purchase several large dogs and set them on me when I mentioned your name at the "A Panda v.s. My Old Bookshelf '98 Fest". Yes, I'm sure you know that all of us went through unimAginable horrors THAT night.
Well, I'm sure Madison(Rake!) and I will be recieving a large, unmarked package from you soon.
I'm off to the trenches,
Inger Krolmhjaard.
No. No, not the yellow switch. Flip the blue one. Yeah, the pretty one... no... no, not the... NOT THE YELLOW, THE BLUE... no... NO! BLUE! NOT YELLOW!
*All the power goes out.*
Oh, for the love of - I told you, it's the BLUE switch! NO! YELLOW IS NOT LEMONY, NOR IS IT BETTER THAN BERRY, JUST FLIP THE -
*The power begins rapidly flashing on and off.*
...
*** ChanServ sets mode: -m
*Rimshot.*
OH, FOR THE LOVE OF -
What?
Oh, yeah, the letter.
*Ghand points to the letter.*
You see, kids? This is what happens to you when you snort glue for a living. As a matter of fact, I wouldn't be surprised if I were the one to get a large, unmarked package in my inbox soon.
Of course... us PDX admins don't sniff glue. Of course not.
Us PDX admins are also VERY good at all multiplayer games, yes sir! We rock the house! You see us join the server, you better run away crying, 'cause lemme tell ya, I just clean house out there-
(Insert data../)
Official DXMP records for: - Ghandaiah -
Last game: -5 kills, 44 deaths
Current DXMP ranking: 99999999999-...
(/Insert data..)
HEY! YOU GUYS WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO SHOW THAT!
DAMN TECH MONKEYS! DAMN YOU! YOU'VE RUINED THE ARTICLE!
...
*Power begins to flash on and off again.*
*Rimshot.*
...
*Ghand buries his head in his hands.*
Oh, the pain...
HEY! HEY, THERE'S A FLY IN MY SOUP!
You...
...
I'm sorry.
Greetings from the Scarry Llama(and captin Rupert, my imaginary igunna)!
Now, on to buisness, I sell a wide variety of escape plans to various paranoid delusional types and I think you would be the perfect canidate for one of our special packages!(what? no money?..... well I guese I can just make somthing up for an IOU) For your purposes I would suggest a Monkey Island type escape. All you have to do is collect every possible item that you can pick up, don't worry you will only be allowed to pick up certain items. Now combine them into a form that would have no logical use and try ataching it to everything around you, eventually you find the most unrealistic combination possible and the 2 bit music will play and you'll be able to move on to the next screen, keep doing this untill you are out!
A word of warning tho, this plan has two major drawbacks. If you use this plan you'll be forced to live in only 16 colors, and on a dos platform for the rest of your life. On the plus side you will get the wonderfully pixelated Elain Marley as ur wife(oh yeah, move them pixels baby!!).......
*door gets kicked in, LucasArts legal enters*
AHHH!!! Run Captin Rupert RUN!!! oh my god they've got Rupert!!! AAAHHHHHH !!!!!
damn u lucas arts!!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Trev1617@mailcity.com
Hey! HEY! YOU GOT SOMETHIN' AGAINST PIXELATED PEOPLE, EH? WELL, BACK IN MY DAY, WE WERE ALL PIXELATED!
*Ghand looks at self.*
Well... well I suppose we still are... but at resolutions of 1024x768 or higher, of course.
Except for those people who run on crap machines and set it down to 640x480...
Oh, how I loathe that...
But anyway, look! Here's my baby photo!
See? SEE HOW IT WAS BACK THEN? YEAH, YOU THINK YOU HAVE IT SO TOUGH NOW, MISTER, IN YOUR REAL WORLD, WITH ALL YOUR REAL WORLD PROBLEMS!
BUT YOU'RE NOT PIXELATED, ARE YOU! NO! NO, YOU ARE NOT!
*Rimshot.*
AAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!
*Ghand runs over to the zombie and punches it in the teeth.*
*Ghand breathes heavily.*
...
*Zombie simply stares.*
I'm gunna get you one of these days.
You just wait and see.
...Follow you home...
Kill your whole family...
You and your zombie family...
That's right.
I'm following you.
First, let me say that this email will not mention cheese, sporks/foons, puppies, LSD, that cow, or anything else that has appeared in the column to date. So, what is this email about?
...
...
...
I forgot. I had a good letter in mind, but I forgot what it was. I just know that it was good. Or, maybe I'm just guessing it was good. I guess we'll never know.
Anyway, have fun.
Signed,
Steve Anderson
*Ghand points at Steve.*
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*Long pause.*
*Ghand continues to point at Steve.*
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You've been using the glue.
Haven't you?
...
Don't lie to me, boy. I can read your face from a mile away.
WATCH OUT, STEVE!
THE SQUIRRELS!
THE SQUIRRELS HAVE RUN AMUCK TO CONTINUE THEIR RAMPAGE OF DOOM!
I don't like them.
Well, they're...
They're really quite evil.
Hey, the whole spork thing has really blown over, hasn't it? I mean... I haven't mentioned sporks in a long time.
Heheheh...
Fork and a spoon...
What will they come up with next?
Cheese and cake in one?
*GASP*
DENSE CHEESECAKE!
You can't beat a dense cheesecake, lemme tell ya, Steve.
hello ghandi. how is MJ12 secret underwater prison? it looks drab. you should put some flowers in there. pink ones. or yellow....also maybe you should take up a sport to occupy yourself...... like... ummm.. skateboarding! yes! MJ12 could build you a big skatepark and you could use it! and you could hit people with the board! yes!jumping jehova witnesses im a genius!call me when you escape and we can set up a flower store! and sell flowers and diseased spy turtles.!
-fight the police
Fighting the police is BAD. Drugs are BAD. Alcohol is BAD. Gwog is BAD. Squirrels are BAD. Articles are BAD. This is BAD. IRC is BAD. BAD, BAD, BAD!
BOWL OF RICE!
BOWL OF RICE, STEVE!
Hahaha... how's it goin', man?
*Rimshot.*
YOU!
I FORGOT ABOUT YOU!
COME HERE!
*Ghand runs at zombie.*
Hello....
....I am Mister X......Yessssss!
I have carefully watched your situation from afar, and your dillema befuddles me......
...So I have decided to...Assist you!....With top secret plans and....
...PICTURES! From the depths of my trousers....for I don't wear pants....and have no pockets.
Weapons:.....
1. The Electric Foon
....It has batteries and wires...and electricity....Yessss! Zap them!
2. The Spork-O-Gun
....It is a single shot gun that unfolds from a spork....with bullets.
3. The LSD-Puppy Cannon
....Pcv piping, you can get it from the walls during bathroom
duty....stuff puppy in front, inject LSD directly to the intestine with
syringe, fire the puppies into masses of enemies and they will reek
havoc...Wrath of the puppies!
4. The Milkonator
....Attach to bessy and Fire!....plain and simple.
With these weapons you can sow retribution upon your foes and you can use
this....PLAN....It has been coded in 1337 5p34k so that your enemies can't
read it.
ph1r57....w417 ph0r MJ12 70 53rv3 m3x1c4n bur170s....7h3n r3fu53 70 uncl09
7h3 70il375 7h3r3 w1ll b3 l075 0f cr4p 3v3ry wh3r3....th3n j00 c4n cr347
h3ll...y355555! h4h4h4h4h4h4h4!
the sinister
-Mr. X
That's nice, Mr. X.
But you forgot one thing.
YOU FORGOT TO SEND THEM TO ME! RAR#@!
Yeah. I'm talking to you. I'm talking, I'm talking, I'm talking to you, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy, BOWL OF RICE! AH!
...
Steve, we... we seem to be stuck in some sort of... space-time continuum...
Maybe my boxers are just too tight...
The world may never know.
*Corny sitcom laughter.*
NO! STOP! TECH MONKEYS, YOU'RE FIRED! GET OUT!
Ok so you dig a pit and say to the garde "help im hurt" and the garde is going to come over and he well fall in pit, now get his weapon, kill another garde grab his rocket weapon thing, blow a hole in the wall, and swim out the hole.
PS:Don't kill your self when blowing hole in wall
Warlord
Yeah.
Well.
I couldn't do your plan.
Did I explain the whole thing about how I'm writing my article from the future? Did I explain that, Steve?
No?
Oh.
Well.
Hmm...
I suppose that's why none of you see all these DX events going on in real life.
You know.
Since I'm writing...
From the future.
And, uh...
All that.
*Looks down.*
Okay... THESE ARE THE WRONG CROUTONS. I TOLD YOU I WANTED CHEESE AND GARLIC. CHEESE AND GARLIC!
YOU'RE FIRED! AGAIN!
*Corny sitcom laughter.*
NO!
*Corny sitcom laughter.*
NO!
*Corny sitcom laughter.*
STOPPIT!
*Corny sitcom laughter.*
THAT'S OFFENSIVE! NO!
*Corny sitcom laughter.*
NO! YOU CAN'T SAY THAT ABOUT MY MOTHER!
*Audience stares blankly.*
...
*Rimshot.*
...
...
*Ghand looks at zombie.*
...
Yeah.
That's right.
You're fired too.
*Zombie looks down.*
*A little zombie tear rolls down zombie's cheek.*
*Corny soap opera "aaawwwww..."*
Oh... I'm... I'm sorry man...
*Zombie gets up and slowly walks off the stage.*
No... Man... I'm sorry... Please, just...
*Corny sitcom laughter.*
*Ghand stares at audience.*
*Almost inaudible "snap" noise.*
AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!
YOU TECH MONKEYS! YOU RUINED IT! YOU RUINED THE WHOLE SHOW! ALL OF IT! THIS HAS BEEN THE WORST GOT GHAND EVER, ALL BECAUSE OF YOU IDIOTS! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! IT'S DOWN THE TOILET! GONE! I SHOULDN'T EVEN POST THIS, IT'S SO EMBARRASSING! THAT'S RIGHT, YOU JUST HATED IT, STEVE! YOU HATED IT! AND IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU... DAMN... TECH... MONKEYS!
RAR#@!
...
...
*Silence.*
...
...
*Distant sound of... monkey laughter?*
:End Transmission:
Note: Special thanks to CoMpUdOc, the guy responsible for a few of the pictures in this episode of Got Ghand. Plus, some goodbyes to say around here in the DX community: Slicer, Gwog, Illuminati. Later.
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