Wrote this for my server. Hope you enjoy it.
"Hey Frank, how's it going?"
"Whoa that was weird. At first there's nothing then BAM, were here."
"Yeah, I think someone zoned in."
"Hope it was by mistake, tee hee."
"Well whatever they must be preparing to raid our sacred, uhh what is it today?"
"Lump of Refuse?"
"No that was the last one, I think we are called 'Pitiful Pitfalls this time 'round."
"Catchy."
"Yah, what are they after?"
"I think 21 mummy wrappings today."
"Boy, they really go after the crappy stuff. At least though don't know about our autographed Elvis collectables."
"Please don't do that, it freaks me out, they may hear you."
"I think the sound is turned off for most, something about 'lag'"
"Lag? One of ours?"
"Dunno, something nasty though, luckily we are immune to it. Hey did someone check storage? Do have enough wrappings?"
"Well, I told the guys, I think it's a bad idea to carry them around, but what do I know."
"Who would have thought they'd want em anyway....so do we have enough?"
"Hehe, nah, were short one I think, but Kyle came up with a great idea. He gave the second to last one to Jake."
"LOL, why is that great? Where's Jake stationed?"
"Near the end of the dungeon. He was late and forced to drop the bitten victims sporadically around the dungeon."
"haha, those damn things give me the willies."
"Yah. So what title did they give you?"
"Let me check. Arghh can't see, what's it say?"
"Where?"
"Above my head."
"Oh, Dark Offerer."
"Cool!"
"What do you do? Offer dark? That's a stupid name."
"Dude, you're a reaper of pus."
"Oh sick!"
"Yah...whoa did you hear that?"
"Yah, think they're getting closer."
"Shouldn't we go check it out, I mean, they're the intruders right?"
"Dunno, I can't seem to move from this spot for some reason."
"Sucks, me neither."
"Ask Jack, he's closer to the door."
"Yo JACK! You see em?"
"ACK! Did you see that?"
"What? I am turned this way, can't seem to move my neck. What happened?"
"I think some big guy with horns coming out of his head grabbed Jack. We should help him."
"Nah, it's not close enough to us for me to bother. Hey did Henry and Lyndsey come out today?"
"Yeah, I saw them...so high and mighty with their two names ALL IN CAPS! Like what's the big deal?"
"Dunno, but I have seen these raiders get themselves killed rushing to get to them. Did you see what they were bringing with them?"
"Yeah, they were both carrying those drums."
"Jeez, they always carry the drums around. Why doesn't someone tell them that they're not that cool?"
"Dunno.........hey, did you hear that?"
"What?"
"That music? It's so sad....aww man, now I am all depressed. Didn't you hear it?"
"Nope...sorry your bummed dude. ACK! WTF was that? THEY'RE HERE MAN THEY'RE HERE!! HELP ME!"
"Damn man, I am bummed."
"DUDE! HELP! SERIOUSLY, THERE'S A LOT OF THEM!"
"Wha? Sorry bro, this depression has got me really, you know, bummed. Just gonna chill here."
"HEL.........."
"I feel so bummed. Lou? Lou? Where'd ya go? OMG! THEY'RE LOOTING YOU!?!?! That's it, I will revenge you, the sadness is gone, I will make them pay! Sure is a lot of them.......PUS REAPER IN QUANDRANT FOUR NEEDS BACK UP! NOW DAMMIT NOW!"
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