O.o Colonel: General...?  General!  Where are you?

@_@ General: I am over here, Watson!

O.o Colonel: What're you doing in the litter box, General?

@_@ General: I am fighting the war in the desert, Watson, what else would I be doing?

O.o Colonel: Why do we even have a litter box?

@_@ General: It's not a litter box, it's a desert!

O.o Colonel: We don't even own a cat.

@_@ General: Ahh, damn!  Our front is falling!

O.o Colonel: ...

@_@ General: Watson, don't just stand there, grab a gun and start shooting!

O.o Colonel: Kirby invited us to dinner tonight.  Would you like to come?

@_@ General: Oh, sure, where are we going?

O.o Colonel: We're not sure yet.

@_@ General: Can we go to Hooters?

O.o Colonel: We'll see.

@_@ General: I like Hooters.

O.o Colonel: Yes, General, I know you do.

@_@ General: Mmm... Hooters.

O.o Colonel: ...

(>`.`)> Kirby: Hey guys, you ready?

@_@ General: Shit.

O.o Colonel: What's the matter?

@_@ General: No, there's shit in here.

O.o Colonel: It's a litter box...

@_@ General: ...yeah, what's with that?

O.o Colonel: What's with it being a litter box?

@_@ General: No, why is there shit in here?

O.o Colonel: ...

(>`.`)> Kirby: John is in the car, we're going to Hooters.

@_@ General: YES!  HOOTERS!

O.o Colonel: Let's go.

`.` John: Hey!  What's up?

@_@ General: Hello fellow Capitalist pig!

O.o Colonel: Who's that?

~~~(:D) Semenman: I like Hooter's too!

O.o Colonel: Do I have to sit next to him?

`.` John: Yes.

O.o Colonel: Why?

`.` John: Because you'll enjoy it most.

O.o Colonel: What the hell...

~~~(:D) Semenman: Hey, will you be my friend?

O.o Colonel: If you let me slap you with a mallet, maybe.

~~~(:o) Semenman: Ass.

O.o Colonel: ...

*So the 5 ... friend-things go to Hooter's*

@_@ General: Mmm, I can smell the food from here!

`.` John: Nope, you're just sitting next to an Ash Tray.

@_@ General: Oh...

(>`.`)> Kirby: Give me fucking food, wench!

(.)(.) Waitress: What'll you be having today?

(>`O`)> Kirby: Those.

(.)(.) Waitress: ...What?  These?

(>^_^)> Kirby: No, I want those.

(.)(.) Waitress: ...What are we talking about?

(>`o`)> Kirby: Give me the chicken, wench!

O.o Colonel: I'll have the steak.

~~~(:D) Semenman: I'll have the Clam Chowder.

`.` John: ...

(.)(.) Waitress: What do you want?

`.` John: What?

(.)(.) Waitress: What food do you want?

`.` John: Oh, I'm sorry, I just smoked enough pot to see Jesus.

(.)(.) Waitress: ...oh

`.` John: Just send me munchies.  Jesus is hungry, too.

(.)(.) Waitress: Okay... and what about you?

@_@ General: Heh, heh... Hooters.

(.)(.) Waitress: ... That's it, I've had it with guys!  Transform!!!

<(:D) Condomheadman: Muahahah!  I was actually the waitress!

`.`

(>`.`)>

O.o

@_@

~~~(:D)

<(:D)

`.`

(>`.`)>

O.o

@_@

~~~(:D)

<(:D)

`.`

(>O.o)>

O.o

@_@

~~~(:o)

<(:c)

(>O.o)> Kirby: What the fuck?

@_@ General: I have a litter box to play in, I'll be back later.

O.o Colonel: I'm with him.

(>O.o)> Kirby: What the fuck?

<(:o) Condomheadman: I disguised myself... as a waitress...

(>O.o)> Kirby: I got that part down pretty well... Why?

<(:D) Condomheadman: Because... I ... uhh

<(:o) Condomheadman: Needed to conceal my... uhh...

<(:c) Condomheadman: They wouldn't hire me at Hooters otherwise.

`.` John: Jesus will be right back, he's asking God why the hell you're so goddamn stupid.

~~~(:O) Semenman: This might just be even gayer than Xirby...

<(:O) Condomheadman: Hiyaaaaaaa!

<(:O) => => => => => <(o.O<)

*Boom*

(>`o`)> Kirby: Arghhh!  I was so stunned by this awkward moment I was struck with his attack!

`.` John: God said he doesn't know either.  And Jesus said that you owe him money for not being in church lately.

<(:c) Condomheadman: Shit.

`.` John: Oh, and, he told me to give you this.

*Thwack*

<(xO) Condomheadman: Ahhh, you stuck a fork in my eye!

`.` John: Yep.

<(xO) Condomheadman: My poor condom head... it's bleeding.

~~~(:O) Semenman: Haha, stupid contraceptive-face.

<(xO) Condomheadman: That really fucking hurt, you dick.

`.` John: Jesus told me to do it... or was it the pot?  Who knows.  Either way it was a good idea.

(>`.`)> Kirby: This is for zapping me with condoms!

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(>`O`)> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~) (Ox)>

          ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~)

*Boom*

(>`.`)> Kirby: I'm going out for a smoke, wanna come, John?

`.` John: I think if you smoke my blood, you could see Jesus, too... or at least Saint Peter.

(>-_-)> Kirby: Semenman, order our food.

~~~(:D) Semenman: Yessir!

(>-_-)> Kirby: Nevermind, I lied.  We're going to fucking Wendy's.

~~~(:c) Semenman: ...oh, okay...