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RiffText/SSXMails/BHZ/Curse of the Copyright Wizard
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Strange Man: Echoing SSX...
LIGHTNING GUY: SSX...SSX...SSX...
you must stop...
SSX: Stop what?
Strange Man: Being you...
MR. CLOUD: Yes, please.
SSX: Why?
Strange Man: The Laws...of
LIGHTNING GUY: Decency
Copyright...
SSX: Am I even illegal?
Strange Man: I don't know, but we might as well play it safe... Change your form, or I will permanately erase youuu...
MR. CLOUD: Finally! A happy ending!
SSX wakes up from a dream.
SSX: Ah! Ookkay... channge ff...form...
SSX travels to an open field, and makes most of his body literally explode.
LIGHTNING GUY: {singing} Ding dong, the witch is dead, the witch is dead, the witch is dead!
He is left with his X, eyes, and mouth, all in a fire.
SSX: There. That works.
MR. CLOUD: No, it doesn't! Why are you still alive?
SSX, now named XOnFire, produces 2 artificial hands. Later, in the computer room, XOF arrives.
XOF: Email again, this might be much harder!
LIGHTNING GUY: I'm too depressed to even "that's what she said".
a>Dear Suh-sux, I've had a terrible problem tolerating the YouTube community with their new creation of YouTube "Poops".
LIGHTNING GUY: Oh god, here we go.
What should I do about that: embrace it or... you know, the opposite of embracing it? Sincerely, Suh-suh-Skye
A>Y...YouTube poops, you ssss...ssay? Well, eh, you...ooh...just...embrace them....and one last tip of advice. Don't use them to modify robot memory...oh, boy...
XOF runs off. Gir then reads the email.
a>Sunky, you've suure done it now! This could be bad for everyone within a 25,000 mile radius of that disembodied robot maniac freak...
MR. CLOUD: I'm sorry. I'm just still getting over how accurately you're writing Gir. It's amazing.
Meanwhile...
XOF: Where is that Skye fellow...I've gotta stuff him full of LOTSA SPHAGETTI!
{Lightning Guy pukes out all of his vital organs.}
Oh, no! It's already begun! I'd better find him fast, OR ELSE I WILL DIE!
XOF bursts into town hall.
XOF: WE GOTTA FIND THE PRINCESS! Named Skye.
MR. CLOUD: Lightning Guy, I think I just stepped on your brain.
Mayor Flibberflabber: What an odd name for a princess. Anyways, there's this kid who came for a visit. He calls himself Skye.
XOF:THAT'S PRINCESS SKYE TO YOU, MAYORIO! *Wheeze*
Mayor Flibberflabber: Perhaps I can direct you to the nearest mental institution.
LIGHTNING GUY: Is there room for two?
XOF: HERE IS THE M-Help! Help! My mind is being controlled by common jokes from the internet.
MR. CLOUD: The internet and YouTube Poop are two thankfully separate things.
Mayor Flibberflabber: Yeah, um, there's a good one a town or two over. They're called Mental Institution For The Comically Insane.
LIGHTNING GUY: Comical!
They're currently looking for viti...PATIENTS! Yes, patients. But, for now, I'll bring out that Skye fellow.
XOF: OVER THERE!
Mayor Flibberflabber: ...Yeah...just meet your friend, then get the heck out.
MR. CLOUD: Of the country.
Skye comes into the room.
Skye: I got your reply, but I think everyone at your house wrote something on it. Not very well, seeing that 95% of the email was gibberish.
MR. CLOUD: And the other five percent was the title.
XOF punches Skye with a comically large fist.
LIGHTNING GUY: Comical!
XOF: SILENCE! RRGGGhh...aaaahhh...GRRR...graaaaa...hhheelllppppp...AAAAHCKGHDSA...
Skye: I know what to do!
Skye grabs the large fist, and pounds XOF with it. XOF slams into the ground, unconcious.
MR. CLOUD: Remember, kids, violence solves everything!
Mayor Flibberflabber: Okay, enough of this.
ONE MONTH LATER, SSX wakes up
LIGHTNING GUY: I should have known it would be a tragedy.
in the asylum's lobby.
XOF: LUIGI, I'M HOME!
Woman: Actually, a prophecy foretold that there will never be a Luigi in this building. Ever.
MR. CLOUD: A prophecy also foretold that there would never be annoying old church ladies in the building, but we all know those things are phonies.
XOF: IT IS WRITTEN?
Woman: If you would step onto that *cough* memory scanner, we can begin.
LIGHTNING GUY: Begin what, you say? Details, details.
XOF steps onto a strange platform. It lights up, and...
TO BE CONTINUED...