(>`.`)> Kirby: ...

(>o.o)> Kirby: Jesus?

`.` John: Kirby, what the hell, did you take drugs again?

(>`.`)> Kirby: No.  I mean yes.  Maybe.  Um...

`.` John: What did I say about taking drugs?

(>`o`)> Kirby: ...Drugs are teh r0x0rz.

`.` John: Yes, good lad.

(>`.`)> Kirby: Do I get a medal?

`.` John: Go fuck yourself.

(>~.~)> Kirby: ...That'd hurt, wouldn't it?

`.` John: ...use lube?

(>`.`)> Kirby: 'kay.

*So Kirby goes in search of Lube*

(>`.`)> Kirby: Hello?

x.x Man: Yes?

(>`.`)> Kirby: Are you Lube?  I need you to fuck myself.

x.x Man: ...No, I am Lord Xavior the III, the leader of the Scarlet Rebellion Army.

(>`.`)> Kirby: What are you rebelling against?

x.x Xavior: The color orange.

(>`o`)> Kirby: Oh... what'd it do to you?

x.x Xavior: Well, it doesn't rhyme with much, does it?

(>`.`)> Kirby: Orange... ...

(>o.o)> Kirby: ...S...Sporange?

x.x Xavior: Oh I've tried everything!  Even Formalormarenge!  I thought for sure that was a word!  Oh woe is us!

(>`.`)> Kirby: Why don't you just use another word instead of orange?  Like, um... ... red?

x.x Xavior: Because Oranges are not red!  They are Orange!

(>`o`)> Kirby: Well... if they were roted oranged they'd be brown!

x.x Xavior: Hmm... well, too bad, the Scarlet Rebellion Army marches on!

(>`.`)> Kirby: Can I join your army?  Perhaps I will find Lube and ask him to assist the self-fuckization.

x.x Xavior: Well... that's not a word, but, sure.

(>o.O)> Kirby: Assist is too a word.

x.x Xavior: ...I meant Perhaps.

(>`o`)> Kirby: Oh, maybe it isn't.  I make up words sometimes.

x.x Xavior: Let's march on!

(>`.`)> Kirby: Yes!! Where's your army?

x.x Xavior: Right behind me.

(>`.`)> Kirby: ...behind the throng of bunnies?

x.x Xavior: They ARE the throng of bunnies!

(>`.`)> Kirby: You just totally ripped off The Holy Grail.

6.6 Police Man: Wee woo wee woo.  I am sorry, you have infringed on Copyright laws.

x.x Xavior: Damn you, blue!  Bunnies!  Attack!

6.6 Police Man: Ahhh!!! AHHHH!!! They're ripping off my head as we speak!!

x.x Xavior: Haha!  While they attack, I'll make my get away!

6.6 Police Man: Shit, I am dead.

(>`.`)> Kirby: ...Are you Lube?

6.6 Police Man: No, I'm dead.

(>`.`)> Kirby: Oh.  That sucks.

6.6 Police Man: Dude, go away.  I'm dead.

(>O.O)> Kirby: Ah!! Talking corpse!

6.6 Police Man: ...

(>O.O)>======O 6.6

*Boom*

6.6 Police Man: What did you do that for?

(>O.O)> Kirby: AHHH ITS UNDEAD!

(>O.O)> ========O 6.6

6.6 Police Man: Sto-

(>O.O)> ========O 6.6

6.6 Police Man: St-

(>O.O)> ========O 6.6

6.6 Police Man: ...

(>o.o)>

6.6 Police Man: ...

(>O.O)> ========O 6.6

6.6 Police Man: WILL YOU CUT THAT OUT?

(>`.`)> Kirby: You need surgery?

6.6 Police Man: No, get the fuck away from me!

(>`O`)> Kirby: Fuck!  Get away from the police man now!

6.6 Police Man: Must... call in back up... before... my last breath...

(>`.`)> Kirby: I think it left now, I'm gonna catch up with Xavior, bye bye.

x.x Xavior: Hey.

(>`.`)> Kirby: Hi.

x.x Xavior: Where's the bunnies?

(>`.`)> Kirby: They're reproducing.

x.x Xavior: Oh.

`.` John: Yo.

x.x Xavior: Hey.

(>`.`)> Kirby: Hi.

`.` John: I just ate a bunch of bunnies that were reproducing.

x.x Xavior: ...shit.

(>`.`)> Kirby: We're leading a rebellion against Orange.

`.` John: Oh, I just saw him walking down the street a second ago.

(>`.`)> Kirby: No, the fruit.

x.x Xavior: No, not the fruit, the color.

`.` John: ...Oh.  Why?

x.x Xavior: Orange doesn't rhyme with anything.

`.` John: Did you try Formalormarenge?

x.x Xavior: Yes, its not a word.

`.` John: Really?  That's stupid.

x.x Xavior: Yeah...

`.` John: Did you try Windmill?

x.x Xavior: That doesn't rhyme with Orange?

`.` John: ...yes it does.

x.x Xavior: No... it doesn't.

`.` John: Don't fucking contradict me bitch.

x.x Xavior: ...

`.` John: That's it.

`.` ============O x.x

*Boom*

x.x Xavior: Owe?

`.` John: You didn't die?

x.x Xavior: ...Oh, wait, yeah, I'm dead.

`.` John: Good.

p.p Lube: Hi.

(>`.`)> Kirby: Are you Lube?

p.p Lube: Nope.

(>v.v)> Kirby: Damnit.

p.p Lube: Ha, just pulling your leg, I am.

(>^.^)> Kirby: Yay! Now I can fuck myself!

`.` John: ...

(>`.`)> Kirby: Oh wait, you meant the... lubricant... ohh...

p.p Lube: Well, you're in luck.  I happen to manafacture lubricant in my ear.

(>o.o)> Kirby: That's not weird.

p.p Lube: Really?  Because women always get disgusted when...

(>o.o)> ======O p.p

*Boom*

(>`.`)> Kirby: No, I was being sarcastic.

p.p

(>`.`)> Kirby: Dick.

`.` John: Let's leave now.

(>`.`)> Kirby: 'kay.

`.` John: Now, stay here.

o.o Now: Alright.

(>`.`)> Kirby: Alright, let's get out of here.

`.` John: Sure.

(>`.`)> Kirby: Here, sorry we took so long inside of you.

i,i Here: It's alright.  Be sure to visit my brother, There.

(>`.`)> Kirby: Okay, bye!

`.` John: Wanna play a game?

(>`.`)> Kirby: No.

`.` John: Okay.