I watched this machine pop out Monkeyboy after Monkeyboy. The galaxy over run by Monkeyboys? I don’t think so.
Maybe there is away to reverse the machine so it sucks them all back in… but how? I went over avoiding the grabby little things pulling on my robes and trying to jump all over me. As I tried to rip open the cover and look inside a heavey armored Monkeyboy slapped my leg with a plastic banana on the shin.
“Ouch you little-“
“MUUHGGAA! You will not touch the Popper!” he says.
“Step off, Monkey face” I said, shoving him back.
“MUUHGGAAGOOA! Wench! I’ll beat your legs off with the Nanner of Doom!” he said hitting me again, this time in the knee.
The what of what? “I’m going to shove your Nanner of Doom up your…” BAM! He clocked me in the gut with it. Ok, that was it! I whipped out my lightsaber. “You ever seen a Purple People Eater, Monkeyface?”
I ignited the blade.
The Monkeyboy guard wet his pants.
“MUUUGGGGWWAWAWAGHHAAAOOOOOOO! Marry me!” he shouted and grabbed my leg.
“Get off me!”
“MUUHGGAAGOOALOOOOOLLAAAA- LLLAAAA!” He tried to crawl up my side. I tried to swat him off. He held on like Whomp Rat with cheese.
He got up to my chest and looked down. “GOOOOLA-LALA-LAL-MUMAAA!”
Dirty little pervert! I shoved him off me and he ran back, clutching my leg, swinging his plastic nanner with one hand.
“MUGGLALALA QUEEM OF DA POPPER!”
Why me I ask? Why me?
I swing back and kicked him and he went flying. He came right back. Right on to the blade of Purple People Eater.
“Sorry fuzz ball,” I muttered. “I anit Queem of no Monkeyboy’s popper!”
I went to transporter and somehow managed to get it to go from pop to suck.
And just sounds bad all around.