User:Ekul/Email/50

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Ekul: Hteitfif liame! YAY!!!!

Congratulations on your 50th E-mail Ekul,
You should have a party or something. Maybe invite 
all your alter egos and friends, and then go wild. 
What do you do, that's up to you.

Congrats again,
Chwoka 

Ekul: Hmm... That's a rockin' idea! Kyves!

(Pan out. Kyves runs in.)

Kyves: Weaki neak geakin neak treak, reaka?

Ekul: No, we aren't. This is my fiftieth email! Celebrations ensue.

Kyves: Squeak!

Ekul: C11! Send messages to all my forms, your forms, Kyves' forms, and Trash Can's different time period.

C11: Berp berp-

Ekul: There's room for improvement. Put this CD player inside yourself, and turn it on when you want to say "Affimitive".

(C11 puts it inside him)

C11: boop bop- (Nasal, metalic voice) "Affirmitive"

Ekul: There!

C11: "Affirmitive"

(Suddenly all the Trash Cans land in one spot, but all we see is they come out in a cold area. The forms of everyone come out.)

Ekul and his forms: Trash Can!(Varyable; the spectrum of Trash Cans are all heard at once) You didn't malfunction!

Haystack: Well,

Dumpster: we...

Drainpipe: ...did...

Trash Can: ...try...

Disposal: ...extra...

Jettison: ...hard!

All Ekuls: HOW'D YOU DO THAT? (Yeah! How? is heard from one)

All time Machines: We're all the same thing!

Kyves: Squeak!

Zyves: (Whistly sounds) Tweet, sheet teet?

Ryves: Hernk, dernk!

Jyves: Ronkin!

YVS: Hrd plr dorr. (All nasal tyoe sound.)

Yives: Clock. Dock...

Okul: DUDE! Why does he make those sounds?

Sacul: I was pondering that too. Why is that?

Nekul: He's made of wood. When his mouth opens and closes, he makes those sounds.

Okul: Oh! It all makes sense now! He's made out of wood, so when he makes those sounds, it's because he's made of wood!

Sacul: What?

(Cut to the other three Ekuls, who are sitting, watching the Cs.)

Ekul: IT's my fiftieth Email!

Cul: No kidding? I answered fifty, too!

Ul: But... I had the fiftieth!

All three: Whoa...

(Cut to All the Cs. C is made of iron, but he seems to have some kind of creature in him. The rest look a lot alike. C10 looks more like K9 than any other one. C9 and C19 look like R2. The most)

All Cs: (Various untranscribable chatter.)

(They all start laughing. One accedentally shoots a taser. Then they all start zapping each other. Then they stop.)

Ul: They are inviting us to play laser-tag.

Cul: Awesome! I'm the best at this game!

Ekul: How should we divide the teams?

Sacul: I've got it! Six per team! Two Saculs per team, two C10s per team ans two Jyves per team!

Okul: Sounds fair. Anyone disagree?

(The Nekul time ones team up with Ul's time, Cul with Sacul, and Ekul with Okul. Cut to a clock. Four hours go by. Cut to Nekul.)

Nekul: Four hours, and no score! We must be really good with dodging.

Ekul: ('Offscreen) IT's a tie. Everyone, let's go eat ice cream!

(All the Cs show up, and project the "Email Ekul" thing again.)

Fun facts

This is the first fiftieth email on the site!