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1-UP EMAIL 60!

BLUEBRY: in five emails you can reti—should retire
NOXIGAR: Retiring at around 65 emails? Sounds odd. Don't people try to end email shows during multiples of 25?

1-Up is emailed the Boxing Glove Email again.

SKUB: This just deserves another page ever.

Cast (in order of appereance): 1-Up, Sticklyman. Jr

Transcript

{1-Up walks up to the broken Lappy that seems to be more broken then before. In fact, It is so broken that it doesn't work}

BLUEBRY: oh my god this is stupid
NOXIGAR: No, the actions are just robotic.

1-UP: No! Darn! No Computer... I wish I had the Heavenly 5000...

{1-Up starts walking towards another graveyard.

BLUEBRY: it was just right there
SKUB: Good goddamn this is just depressing as shit.

Another couple of Zombies crawl out of the Grave and start jumping on 1-Up}

1-UP: Aaaaaaahh! {Throws them all off and starts running}

{Cuts to a desert-type place where there is dirt and darkness everywhere}

SKUB: "My soul aches from all the pain, my blood spills onto the page,"
NOXIGAR: Actually the dialogue hasn't gone into this forme of depression yet.

1-UP: {walks in and sees a thrown-out computer} Wow. It is the Widey 3000. That was Stinkoman's Very First Computer. I might give it a shot. {Tries to use some tape to put the Widey 3000 back together} There. Now to check some email.

SKUB: Woo hoo. Yeah. Party on.

{The following email pops up}

How do you type with boxing gloves on?

1-UP: {typing} I've gotten this email before. Haven't I? I don't have any Boxing Gloves. Let me act you something,

BLUEBRY: oh you have got to be kidding me
SKUB: Let me act you somethin', bitch
NOXIGAR: Act away, 1 Up! But, heh, watch out for these guys. They seem pissed.

Mister... Umm... No Name. I am going to change your email using some kind of... device that will change this email.

{1-Up covers the words he doesn't want with Tape. Now the email has become...

SKUB: a blank screen!

}

How do you type with boxing gloves on?

1-UP: {reading} How do you box? {typing} There is an email worth answering.

SKUB: Shame we can't find it.

Hmm... I don't know. But, I guess I shall soon find ou-

STICKLYMAN. JR: What are you doing here? I killed you.

BLUEBRY: "Oh I forgot." {dies}

{1-Up grabs some boxing gloves off the ground and strikes a pose}

1-UP: Get ready to fight.

SKUB: VEGETAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
NOXIGAR: There has been no mention of Vegeta on here.

STICKLYMAN. JR: This should be easy... I don't need my cyborg mech this time. {strikes a pose}

{They dash toward each other and leap simultaneously into the air in slow-motion. Freezeframe of 1-Up striking Sticklyman. Jr. Sticklyman. Jr lands on his feet in the background. 1-Up lands in the foreground in a kneeling stance. After a pause, there is a rack-focus to Sticklyman. Jr, who then wavers a bit, and falls flat on his face}

SKUB: You don't even know you're already dead
NOXIGAR: Damn it, Skullbuggy!

STICKLYMAN. JR: Very well done. Very well done indeed, chosen one.

1-UP: Thank you.

STICKLYMAN. JR: I am sorry... But, I am only following in my father's footsteps... I hope we are still friends...

BLUEBRY: the hell
NOXIGAR: I'll be level with you and inform you that I agree with your expression. However, we are talking about a parodic parallel of a universe which serves to mostly parody.

1-UP: We are, my friend. We are.

STICKLYMAN. JR: Arg! I am sorry to b-be the one to tell y-y-you this... But, Your father i-i-is d-dead...

BLUEBRY: the hell
NOXIGAR: Again I concur.

1-UP: What?!

STICKLYMAN. JR: I'm sorry. But, Sticklyman killed your father. The Living-Dead

SKUB: Zombie
NOXIGAR: DAMN IT, SKULLBUGGY! THE TERM IS UNDEAD

King is currently moving towards the Lava Zone where he has taken control over Saargtsson. Quickly! run! Saargtsson is thinking about killing your mother...

SKUB: How I Killed Your Mother with Neil Patrick Saargtsson
NOXIGAR: Huh? This is degenerating into stupid already. You did not have to reference an awful sitcom.

Go! GO NOW!! {vanishes}

1-UP: {Gets up, Starts crying and runs towards the Lava Zone} I shall avenge you... Father...

BLUEBRY: the hell

{The Paper comes down}

SKUB: WHERE IS PADME
NOXIGAR: This ain't Star Wars, son. And if it were I'd be mildly agitated.

Fun Facts

SKUB: coughcoughTEMPLATEcOUGH
NOXIGAR: Um, yes? Do you want a reward or something?