BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ aka beauman aka beauthing sat idly, in Somewhereness, fiddling with some of his contraptions that was in his Backpack of Stuffness For The Right Moment For No Particular Reason (BoSFTRMFNPR), when he then pulled out one of his older models of a PlotHole Gate-Jump, when he needed it, and saw an ugly black sploch on it.

BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: Bah... always messing up my contraptions on these wild adventurers.... *mutter* *mutter*

*BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, without thinking, pulled out some rag and without thinking started rubbing it off, which he succeeded, but then noticed he pressed a red "activation" button down*

BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: why me? and why are these buttons always red?

*nothing happened*

BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: hmmm... batteries must be dead... no wait... those aren't expired for another... milenia or 2... (the current standard, heh), unless they're just outta place...

*BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ just, by reaction, shook it, and it turned on and launched a black plot hole, and emerged into a wreckage-littered area with much wreckage and litter... and a fridge... and some more wreckage...*

BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: why i do these things, i dunno...
*BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ then heard footsteps*
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: footsteps? in this place? where has this plot hole tooken me now? bah...
*BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ attempted to hide*
*BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ failed to hide*
*BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ attempted to hide*
*BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ failed to hide*
*BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ repeated the above another 10 times*
*BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ successfully hid*
(you know all you hate it when that happens in games by Black Isle, *mutters about Icewind Dale* hehehe )
Then a furry, long-eared creature walked rather haphazardly into the room, opening a nearby fridge and complaining*
*BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ revealed himself out of the shadows*
*BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ swung with a large slimey trout*
*BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ did stun damage*
*BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ did 3 damage (- 3 damage penalty)*
Furry-long-eared-creature-who-we-obviously-all-know-as-speedy:
ow... wadja do that for?
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: oh, it's you, Speedy? looks like tae plot hole invention thingie in my backpack of stuffness for the right momen- ach! bah... just my backpack, teleported me near familiar faces...
Speedy: Ah, beauthing!
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: er... u mean BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ.
Speedy: Ya, that's right, beauman.
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: no, not beauman, BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ!
Speedy: uh... right...
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: so wat are u doin' in such a utterly uncleansly destroyed badly unkempt place in this neck of the ostrich?
Speedy: crash land, b00m, plan, support piece of steal, crash, stuck here, end of story.
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: uh huh... that bad, eh?
Speedy: Yep... of course... if i had help... maybe i could get through...
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: i could help, methinks, jus' show meh tae way.
*Speedy then attempted to decipher the sudden change in dialect*
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: er... show me the way
*Speedy, more fluent in regularish dialect over an unusual version of Tyfish dialect showed BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ to the area that collapsed*
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: ok, i'll throw these stones asside, u throw those stones asside, aighT?
Speedy: K.
*BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ and speedy, with marvelous ishy gooshy teamwork and speedyness, threw the rocks out of the way, so the bar could be lifted*
Speedy: alright, all that's left is that big pillar-bar thing.
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: aight.
Speedy: you get that side, i'll get this side.
*they both lifted, and grunted, and sweated, then took off thier shirts and stuff and were sweating and looking sexy, and then they hesitated, not sure wat to do now that the bar was up in the air*
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: errrr... *grunt* what now? how... arrrrrgg... are we going to get out?
Speedy: Easy *huff* we'll just go at the *grunt* *pause*... same time...
Speedy: 1...
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: 2...
Speedy: 3!
*they both ran forward, now the food supply of the fridge left behind*
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: *sigh* lets sit down for a sec... need a little breather here...
Speedy: same...
*BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ then cluttered through his junk in his backpack thingie*
*Speedy then gasped, slightly annoyed*
Speedy: Is that a... JACK LIFT?
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: eh? o? this? ya, why?
Speedy: ARGGGGGGGGG... why didn't we just u tell me u had one?
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: uh... i dunno... u didn't ask i guess
*Speedy grumbled, since BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ mutters too much so everyone else is stuck with only the ability to grumble*

The rest of the persons were already continueing, nearing the surface... waiting for Unknown to continue with the plot
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You continue, unknown, i want this to get off the ground a little bit more before i write anymore, heh.