Here's the next bit of the story, just as previously promised.
Chapter 1 and 5/3s (This chapter written by Sal da Mudokon)
"LET ME IN THE ODD DAMN POD, POOFACE!" screamed Hans.
"I cant thee with yer big head in my way!" replied Sven, who was flying the craft, headfirst into a cliff. "UH OH!" the pair screamed as the saucer smashed into the side of the cliff. The vykkers' charred bodies flew towards the ground. "Dont worry, Hanths!" screamed Sven through the whistling air, "Thereths water below!"
"But we cant swim you dumbass!"
They smashed into the water with a huge splash.
"Im drowning! Help me!" begged Sven.
"But the water's shallow," said Hans.
"No it ithznt, now help me over!" Sven asked.
"Fine," said Hans as he hauled Sven onto his shallow area. "If the water isnt shallow, then what are we standing on?" asked Hans. A huge shaking much like that of an earthquake shook the waters. "oh no!" screamed the two at the same time. The huge head of a sea rex raised itself from the water to reveal that IT was what they were standing on. Hans and Sven held on as tight as they could, which due to their claws, only made the sea rex more angry. It flung its head, shooting both of the vykkers high into the air.
"Weethz can fly, baby!" screamed Sven.
"Werent we supposed to think happy thought or something?!" asked Hans.
"Thcrew just thinking of em! Danish, HERE I COME!"
Yer turn, Joe.
[ January 12, 2002: Message edited by: Sal the Mudokon ]
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