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		<title>Noxigar: Created page with &quot;WILL BE FORMATTED LATERCoach Z turns on the tv in his room, and lays down in his bed. &lt;blockquote&gt;'''LIGHTNING GUY AND MR. CLOUD:''' The action never stops!&lt;/blockquote&gt; Comme...&quot;</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;quot;WILL BE FORMATTED LATERCoach Z turns on the tv in his room, and lays down in his bed. &amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;LIGHTNING GUY AND MR. CLOUD:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; The action never stops!&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt; Comme...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;WILL BE FORMATTED LATERCoach Z turns on the tv in his room, and lays down in his bed.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''LIGHTNING GUY AND MR. CLOUD:''' The action never stops!&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Commercial announcer:  If you are watching this commercial, you have just won a million dollars!  Just enter the following string of numbers on your telephone and talk to an intern for up to 6 hours and 21 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''LIGHTNING GUY:''' This couldn't possibly be a sham!&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Coach Z:  I've gorttar gert a pern and perper!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Coach Z runs out, and the number (54392) 123-456-789-1011-1213-1415 appears on the bottom of the screen.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''MR. CLOUD:''' Nope, not a sham at all.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Coach Z:  Harve any orf you gurys seen my pern and perper?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SSX: No.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gir: Loser.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Coach Z:  Storp fading me!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''LIGHTNING GUY:''' Not to fade you or anything, but the joke got old when you first used it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
'''MR. CLOUD:''' What do you mean, Lightning Guy? Old jokes are the greatest. They're full of wisdom and experience.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
''{Steve Martin gives a thumbs up.}''&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
'''LIGHTNING GUY:''' Oh, I get it.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''NOXIGAR:''' I don't, but what else is new?&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Because he's an ''old joke''.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
''{Steve Martin slumps off in shame.}''&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Coach Z returns to his room.   He quickly copies down the phone number on the screen,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''MR. CLOUD:''' Who would've figured that the pen and paper was sticking out of his ass the entire time?&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and runs into another room to a phone.  Coach Z punches in the phone number on the paper.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Intern:  Hello, welcom to the U.S. Ar-&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Coach Z:  I'll accerpt irt!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''LIGHTNING GUY:''' Sorry, sir. We speak English in this country.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Coach Z hangs the phone up, and runs back into his room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
3 hours later...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Someone arrives at the house.  He presses the doorknob,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''MR. CLOUD:''' I'm pretty sure you put keys in doorknobs, not your fingers.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and SSX gets it.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''LIGHTNING GUY:''' The doorknob? I can't really picture that well.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The man at the door:   Hello.  My name is Mr. GuyWhoPicksPeopleUpToBringThemToBootCamp.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''MR. CLOUD:''' Poor man must have been tortured by classmates.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Have you seen this man?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''LIGHTNING GUY:''' I ain't seen nuttin', coppa!&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Mr. GWPPUTBTTBC shows SSX a picture of Coach Z.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SSX:  He's in the health risk zone.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''MR. CLOUD:''' Harsh, man.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Mr. BootCamp guy: Thank you, sir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That Mr. guy heads to Coach Z's room.  He takes COach Z&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''LIGHTNING GUY:''' ''{screaming}'' CO-''{normal}'' ach Z.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
outside.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Coach Z:  Are you the gury who girves me thre mirllion dorrlars?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The person: Ummm.... No.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You-know-who stuffs Coach Z into the back of his truck.  Long-name man drives Coach Z to a local boot camp.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''LIGHTNING GUY:''' It was a sham after all? What a freaking surprise!&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Later, at the high-security boot camp place...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lutennant:  Alright, vollunteers!  Listen up! You will be going under intense training and even more intense crawling under barbed wire!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''MR. CLOUD:''' ''Intense''.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I wi- Hey, where's that funny-talkin guy?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Coach Z:  I'm rigrht herrrrrre!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lutennant:  Why aren't you wearing the U.S. army's boot camp's clothing?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''LIGHTNING GUY:''' It didn't match my eyes.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Coach Z:  What?  U.S. arrrrrmy?  Get me ourrta herrre!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
COach Z runs as far away as he can from the boot camp, and ends up back at SSX's house.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''MR. CLOUD:''' The high-security boot camp place had security so high that Coach Z escaped without the least of a hindrance.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''NOXIGAR:''' Because Coach Z ''wasn't a volunteer.''&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Meanwhile, at SSX's computer...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SSX:  Ok, let's see what I can do here.  Gir's new computer's kind of weird when it comes to checking email.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A&amp;gt;Boot_Mail_of_SSX.com&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dear SSX,&lt;br /&gt;
Didn't you used to have some sort of X thing on your head?&lt;br /&gt;
Fromly yours,&lt;br /&gt;
ChocolateMetal&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A&amp;gt;Boot_text_entering.exe&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A&amp;gt;What?  I've always had an X  Have you taken a vow of not looking at foreheads?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''LIGHTNING GUY:''' No, he's just taken a vow of not caring.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I just spilled invisible paint on it.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''MR. CLOUD:''' Invisible paint that you can't see through.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And yes, invisible paint exists.  I also don't use my X as much.  But it's still awexome.  I'm not exactly sure how many powers it contains.  I lost count at 15 million.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Coach Z bursts through the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
CZ:  Nerver say mirllion agairn!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''LIGHTNING GUY:''' Mirllior...ner...na. I can't do it. You win this round, Eminem.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''NAMINE:''' I don't think Coach Z could stomach writing multiple &amp;quot;raps&amp;quot; about beating women to death.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
All of a sudden, a huge explosion is heard.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SSX:  Well, this is probably the best time to show that I stil have an X.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''MR. CLOUD:''' He does so bad on tests that they have to dock him eighteen letters.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
SSX levitates to the room where the explosion occured.  He sees D_R and Teatime lookind&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''LIGHTNING GUY:''' Loo kind. Loo very kind.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
around the room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SSX:  What hppened&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''MR. CLOUD:''' To the a?&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
in here?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Teatime: Uhhh.... D_R lit a match, and I burped on it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
D_R:  Yeah.  No explosves were invloved.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''LIGHTNING GUY:''' But were explosives invloved?&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
D_R uses her telekenectic powers to cover uo a hole in the wall with a drawer.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''MR. CLOUD:''' Yeah, moving something like a drawer wouldn't shake the floor or anything inconvenient like that.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Meanwhile, in HoL's storage closet...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Poke_Homsar enters the room, and sits down in front of HoL.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
HoL:  Hey! get outta here, pudgy!  This is my room!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
P_H:  I'm just a passing trunkset!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''LIGHTNING GUY:''' He's probably the most coherent person on the show.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
HoL: Ugh.  I'm not bunking with a stack of white and blue pncakes!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''MR. CLOUD:''' This guy easily takes second.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
P_H: Woaoaoaoah!  I'm more than meets the sky!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Meanwhile, in the garage...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
DB walks in to fund his cardboard poses in the trash.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
DB:  Ummm, Depressio,  why are my works of art in the trash?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''LIGHTNING GUY:''' Your works of art are as essential to the trash as the trash bags themselves.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''NOXIGAR:''' I feel like you just facelifted a Roger Ebert quote without a suitable punchline set-up.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Depressio:  Because they weren't art!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
DB:  Yeah, welll.... Sadmails aren't art, either!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''MR. CLOUD:''' And this show is, of course.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The trash can smashes into DB's head, and all the poses pour out, along with 4 cans of cool spray.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
DB:  Thanks, roll of fat!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''LIGHTNING GUY:''' Where did you hear my little pet name for your mother?&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Meanwhile, at SSX's computer...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SSX walks up to the computer, to find Gir watching on of the many Zim episodes he downloaded.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SSX:  Hey, Gir, can I finish my SSXMail up now?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After a short pause, Gr turns the volume up.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''MR. CLOUD:''' GRR WANT LIGHT BOX&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
SSX(Thinking):Maybe I can prove my X is real on Gir...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A faint shape representing SSX's X begins glowing on SSX's forehead.  Gir falls off the chair, and on to the table.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''LIGHTNING GUY:''' Am I about to witness a rape here?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;''{Noxigar sighs, and facepalms}''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
'''NOXIGAR:''' It sounds so akin to what John normally says on the regular, that I often wonder how he's been able to ''have'' a &amp;quot;persona&amp;quot; in the first place.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
SSX gets on, and continues the email.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;'''LIGHTNING GUY:''' That was as anti-climatic as that boot camp escape.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A&amp;gt; Well, that pretty much answers your question, EdibleSteel.  Tune in next time to see Teatme lodge a pen up Coach Z's nose!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The paper comes down.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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