Suddenly, Trip runs into the room wearing nothing but his underwear. It had a beaver on the front.
Trip: Holy Mother of Sweet Baby Jebus, it stings! Aaaaarghh!
And runs out the room.
Archer: Well, why are they here?
Orangutan: Ook.
WIZZARD: It appears they are after the same thing we are. They are after… the Bomb! They are planning on using against your planet.
Archer: Oh no!
Capt. Carrot: It makes sense, it is classed as a Weapon of Most Annihilation (WOMAn).
Trip runs into the room again.
Trip: AAAIIIE! IT BURNS!!!
And runs out again.
Archer: Woah, how did you pronounce brackets?
Orangutan: Eek.
WIZZARD: There is no telling who else might appear from your past adventures, or ours. We must make haste and find the Bomb!
Archer: Right, that does it. Can we count on your help?
Capt.Carrot: Yes. It is my duty to arrest aforesaid miscreants and recover the Bomb.
WIZZARD: Whatever. It’s not like I actually have a sa…
Orangutan: Ook. Eek ook EEK! Ook. Eek.
WIZZARD: Yes.
Archer: What?
Wizzard: Yes, that’s what he said.
And again...
Trip: My Beaver! My Beaver! My Beaver is on Fire!
And out…
To be continued…
Talk to the hand ‘cos the face is elsewhere.