Blobby, wake up! Wake up! Are you typing? They have come for me! Are you getting this? We must flee! Hundreds of Professors are coming! We must take to the skies now, there is not time for goodbyes. Blobby are you even getting this? BLOBBY!
Blobby: YEFF! I CAN’T TYPER ANR TARK ATR TSAMULTARNEREOUSLY!
PF: There is no need to yell, Blobby – it is simply so DRAMATIC right now! They even have torches! Oh they must be angry for the kerchiefs I stole. iiI Amamaam asooSTrtaarltledd!
Blobby: STORP SHRAKING EmeEEM!
PF: Ah!! Control yourself, Fliggins!
Right then, we must document this historic flight! Oh, flight means two things there, document that entendre!
I am running to the ship! Run run run. *huff* Run! Stay away!
?: Fliggins, have you lost your mind?!
PF: You cannot stop a Discoverist!
I am in the ship. Okay. Fire up the Ginger Fizz, thing. Thing! Um. Open the flange! Er, that’s not a flange, but I am opening it. Switch. Thing…
KRRRRRREEEEEACK. BOOF!
Stay away!
?: We just want to speak with you, we thought you were beast-eaten.
PF: Poppycock! Torch-mobs are not for talking! Away! Away!
?: FLIGGINS! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
PF: I am going to the Wicker Land, where I will Discover again! Do you EVEN remember Discovery? I am sorry, colleagues, but I must follow this Heart I have! You will be proud upon my return, I swear it! Farewell! Farewell, dear colleagues!
*sigh* We are away, Blobby, careening toward the future, toward volcanoes, toward a World where perhaps, perhaps I will finally belong.
*sniff*
