[Joe the Intern]

Ok, guys. Here's a new fic. It's all comedy, so have a good laugh!

Chapter 1 (This chapter written by Joe the Intern)
Hans and Sven were a couple of Vykkers. Hans, the working type, was always competing for a promotion. Sven, on the other hand, was always competing for a Danish. Hans, the “smart” one, was a fuzzle tester, always telling Sven to keep his mouth shut. Sven had a soft spot for fuzzles. He just loved the way their fur smelled after they had been through electro-shock therapy. Sven had to keep his lisped mouth shut, and eat his Danish. Just a second ago, a group of Munch’s fuzzles blew up a surgery ward, and Vykker’s Labs was going down.
“Whereths is my Danish? I must saveths my Danish!” screamed Sven.
The alarm was sounding. One minute it was, “Warning: Intruder Alert” and the next minute, it was “Yo, da ship’s goin’ down bitch!”
“Oh my ODD! The ship’s going down! Sven, get to a lifepod, quickly!” yelled Hans.
“No! I musths save my Danish!”
“Screw the Danish! Get in the damn lifepod!”
Hans drug Sven to a lifepod and threw him in. By accident, Sven hit a button on the console, and shut the door behind Hans.
“Sven, you fool! Open the door!”
“I don’ths know how! I have to leave you, Hans!” Sven pushed the ig, red button labeled "LAUNCH" and the lifepod left its station on Vykkers Labs. The pod was flying towards Oddworld, with Hans on the windshield, demanding entry into the pod.

The next chapter will be written be Sal the Mudokon. Me and Sal will take turns writing chapters.

[ January 10, 2002: Message edited by: Joe the Intern ]