Uhm... Now on to find the bomb pineapple

All that's left now is the chocolate pineapple, which I have safely locked away, the bomb pineapple, the cursed pineapple, and the Already Digested Pineapple. This is no good. This is just rotten in fact. Almost as rotten as the Already Digested Pineapple will be. And now Justice is galloping off in pursuit of the Bomb Pineapple...so he'll eat that one as well.

Still I suppose I should at least try to get the rest.

*runs off after Justice*

Hellos Someone do you know what I just found in my mouth? There was a piece of paper caliming to be the map to the bomb pineapple come on, let us get it

You found it in your mouth? *sigh* Okay...whatever you say...

*continues to follow Justice*

Yeah, I guess it was inside the diam... ehm... a bird must have dropped it

Oh look, there! *points toward a big UFO* I think that is one of my old school comrades he could give us a lift

*goes towards the UFO, sending out strange signals with a strange thingy*

Erm...Justice...you are strange...very strange...



But that's okay I am too! *when UFO lands he hops right inside saying hi to all of Justice's alien friends*

Ah, Yacho, could you just tell Someone your new poems inside that sound safe room there while I tell your pilots where to go for the pineapple?

Oh, and someone.... Enjoy his poems he always tells it them to new friends, so know i have been trough it too, like all his pilots *the pilots look at each other with horror in their eyes and mutter their thanks to Justice for sparing them this time*

but you will only be there for about 1 hour since we only need to travel 56 lightyears

Erm...hello, Yacho...I suppose that you'll be -

*is forcefully grabbed and thrown into a dark room with a microphone and spotlights*

Okay...yeah...alright...this is okay...I guess -

*the poetry begins...*

Uh, could you put some music on captain? It is a bit annoying to hear the screams of Someone...

i think Someone that you failed to reach your goal to stop Justice from eating those poisoned pineapples. see he can't even walk normally.
*sees Justice circling*
is it some kind of magic?

*five hours later Someone stumbles out of the reading room; he is bruised, battered and bloody, not simply physically but mentally as well; his talk is the ravings of man gone mad by poetry*

Where are the bananas and the suction cups? And why hasn't the souflet arrived by now? I will wanted the clock to be reset by yesterday at the latest. Oh and be sure to give the rushing stream my regards...do you think that Caesar knew about the French Revolution? And why didn't he try to stop it......is there any meaning to life? Unless it has to do with macaroni salad and beet juice I doubt it...but if the potato cannon fires on time perhaps things can be salvaged...

*continues to speak nonsense into the night as the spaceship approaches its destination*

Hey, Someone, that gives me an idea.
You could expand you research on Red and Madman by making them listen to that poetry and checking on their sanity before and after

everyone gone mad but not me

Hey look what I found while looking through the spaceship's map files .
Map

Ah, Someone, are you comming? we got a bit delayed since we ran into a fleet of enemy warships, but we mannaged... hope you are feeling alright?

Am I what okay? Oh, ask the bird...they know the answer to the riddle of camel's humps and rhinos' horns. And while you're at it take a bite of the crocodile, it tastes better than conductive adhesives over charcoal salmon. The roast desk lamp is particularly good as well, I would suggest ordering a glass of fear to go with it, it completes the illusive experience of poached driftwood. And although the seven-and-a-half ducks may look scary, they will not harm anyone if they are fed three dollars each every nanosecond. This brings us to the tax returns, which will cook best at 360 degrees for about three eons minimum...

*continues to ramble*

Ehm... right

Let us go get the pineapple.

The pineapple? Nay, I am off to find the golden scale of the silver trout, it is the most horrifying thing thou shalt ever not see, for of course you won't lay eyes upon it as it is hidden at the bottom of the deep deep ocean in waters infested with bamboo, panda bears and birdbaths. Things will only get better after the monkey digests, as the yam pudding will be served sometime soon, and weight lifting will save the world in some obscure way. A paper clip will one day be elected President, and he'll choose a button as his Chief of Staff. The world will be a better place once the highlighter destroys all the junk heaps and the chewing gum will keep the servers stable. Antidisestablishmentarianism and pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis (both really words mind you ) will ravage the land and no poor zebras will stand a chance. Nothing can stop the dominaton of the gentlemen salmon, nothing at all! Not to mention that the killer zucchini bread will have...

*what on earth has been done to Someone ???*

quote:

*what on earth has been done to Someone ???*

What hasn't?

Ehm... right... Most others only had to stand two hours or so

Anyway, someone, look, I found the bomb pineapple *shows Someone the pineapple* Look what I will do *slowly moves the pineapple towards his mouth*

that must cure him...