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It opens up on Dek and Cyan in the main deck with Dek piloting and cyan looking at the stars
Cyan: Hmm Hmm Hmmm Oh!
Keyboard cat starts up on the radio
Cyan: Ohh I love this song!
Deklaswas: Didn't you say cats liking keyboard cats is stereotypical?
Cyan: It is, but i still like it!
♪ ♪ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♪♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪♪
(KSSHHHH) WEEEEOOOOO WEEEEOOOOO
Cyan: Ooh, that part's new.
Deklaswas: That's not the song, its the ship.
Ship: Warning Warning SHIP CARGO IS FULL OVER WEIGHT 9,000,000,000 lbs WITH 9,000,000,001. PLEASE REMOVE EXCESS WEIGHT BEFORE DRAGGED TO THE SUN BELOW. BECAUSE I'M PRETTY SURE YOU WONT LIKE THAT. k bye
(KSSHHHH)
Deklaswas: AAAAAAHHHHH! There's a sun below?
Cyan: Yeah, we were pretty close to it. I thought you knew.
Deklaswas: But we haven't added anything to the cargo, though... we'll have to go down there and check.
Cyan: But I hate the cargo! It smells like cheese
Deklaswas: Now that's stereotypical. Mice pefer bacon. Or space bacon
Ship: Here, you can use this little guy I found.
The acid enzyme is sent froma tube right infront of deklaswas
Acid:¡ɹᴉs dlǝɥ oʇ pɐlפ
Deklaswas: We should work on that. But we'll use him to burn any excess cargo.
Cyan: Lets go then! I hate cargo but love to burn things!
Cyan, Acid, and Dekalswas all enter the cargo storage
Acid: ¿ʇsɹᴉɟ uɹnq ǝʍ op ʇɐɥʍ oS
Cyan; So what should we burn first?
Deklaswas: Good question. Let's scout the area and see if we can find any things we don't need.
30 minutes later
Deklaswas: Found anything, Cyan?
Cyan: yeah, all the CHEESE!
Deklaswas: No, we're not getting rid of the cheese.
Cyan: I thought you said it was steriotypical!
Acid: ¡ƃuᴉɥʇ ǝuo ʇsnɾ sᴉ uɹnq oʇ pǝǝu ǝʍ llɐ 'ʇᴉɯᴉl ǝɥʇ ɹǝʌo punod ǝuo ʎluo s,ʇᴉ ɟᴉ 'ʇᴉɐM
Deklaswas: Let's try to burn something else.
Unaware of the ship being dragged to by the sun, they continue searching for something to burn.
Cyan: Look! Look! I found something to dispose!
Deklaswas: What is it!
Cyan: A bottle of ketchup!
Deklaswas: That's awfully precise. It'll have to do though. Acid! Burn this red-fiendish-mustard!
Acid:¡ƃuᴉɥʇ ǝɹnS ¡ʞO
Acid burns the ketchup
Deklaswas: Ahh, now we have nothing to worry about. Acid, Cyan, let's go back to the deck. This cheese is to much for me, how un-steriotypical. I think.
Ship: But bottles of ketchup weigh 14 ounces, an-
Deklaswas: Yes, we know. It's good though, ten ounces in a pound. I think you need fixing ship...
Computer: What ever.
Back at the main deck
Deklaswas: That song is STILL playing!
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Cyan: Yeah! I recorded it!
Deklaswas: Oh well. I guess what's important here is- HOLY CHEESY STEREOTYPE! WE'RE STILL GOING TO THE SUN! AAHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Everyone: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHFGDJSFVJFVGLICGLJZBBVYLISJA
Deklaswas: Wait a minute! There's a planet! We're saved! I just have to land on it!
Lands on planet
Deklaswas: Now fire!
People on planet: Look! a messgae from the heavens! What does it want?
Dekalswas burns the planet by leaving it
People on planet: Jerks
Ship drives off into the stars with keyboard cat playing
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