Joy:........
Joy: So, this song is LONG overdo in my opinion, because honestly, we are huge fans of this band.
*music starts blasting*
Rainkeeper: SomeBODY ONCE TOLD THE WOOOORLD WAS GONNA ROLL ME
Air: I AINT THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE SHed.
Nightflyer: SHE WAS LOOKIN KINDA DUMB WITH HER FIIIIINGER AND HER THUMB
Joy: IN THE SHAPE! Of an L oN HER FOREHEAD
Seashell: WELL, THE YEARS START COMIN AND THEY DONT STOP COMIN
Rainkeeper: FED TO THE RULES AND I HIT THE GROUND RUNNIN
Air: DIDNT MAKE SENSE NOT TO LIVE FOR FUN
Nightflyer: YOUR BRAIN GETS SMART BUT YOUR HEAD GETS DUMB
Joy: SO MUCH TO DO, SO MUCH TO SEE
Seashell: SO WHATS WRONG WITH TAKIN THE BACKSTREETS
Hosts: YOU NEVER KNOW IF YOU DONT GO
Host: YOU'LL NEVER SHINE IF YOU DONT GLOW!
*players appear*
*Smash Mouth abrubtly cuts off*
Hosts: *attempt to look casual*
Players:......
Glory: Do we WANT to know what was just going on?
Nightflyer: What?
Joy: We have no idea what you're talking about.
Rainkeeper: Nothing was going on.
Seashell: Right. Ed?
Air: *laughs like a deranged hyena*
Glory;........Suuuuure.
Joy: And now, to permanently ruin the fabric of the universe.
Seashell: *snaps talons*
*the future versions of the players all appear*
Players: *scream*
Rainkeeper: We're just gonna let you talk this one out.
All: *gaping at their future selves*
Deathbringer: Soooooo, you're future me?
Future Deathbringer: Yes.
Deathbringer: And you have two dragonets with Glory?
Future Deathbringer: Yep.
Deathbringer:.....*smugness e=intensifies by a million*
Deathbringer: *high fives his future self*
Glory: So, Deathbringer, huh?
Future Glory: Oh yea.
Glory:.......I have many questions....
Future Glory: The rainforest is totally cool with it.
Glory: Sweet.
Clay: Are cows still existing in the future, or did we eat them all?
Future Clay: They are endangered, but that doesn't stop me from eating them.
Clay: But we're REACHING the goal.
Future Clay: Oh yeah.
Clay: And we marry Peril? What's that like?
Future Clay: It's epic.
Peril: How. Do. We. Marry. Clay.
Future Peril: Look self, I mean Me, I mean-Past Peril. You've already done everything you need to.
Peril: Really?
Future Peril: Yep. Just keep roasting cows and you're all set.
Peril: Yessss
Riptide: So.....Queen Coral still hate us?
Future Riptide: Actually, she's dead.
Riptide: HALLELUJAH!!!!!! THANK YOU UNIVERSE!!!!
Future Riptide: But uh, we don't work with the Talons of Peace anymore.
Riptide: Why not?
Future Riptide: Hey, do you want to marry Tsunami or not?
Sunny: So you're ME! That's so cool!
Future Sunny: Yea.
Sunny: So what's new in the future?
Future Sunny: Well, we have a boyfriend, but it's a complicated relationship.
Sunny: But is he SHIPWORTHY.
Future Sunny: Oh yes.
Sunny: AND ALL MY SHIPS HAVE SAILED?!!?!?
Future Sunny: All of them. Even the ships you don't even have yet.
Sunny: *melts*
Starflight: So. How miserable are you?
Starflgiht: Not too bad. I've got my scrolls.
Starflight: I can roll with that.
Fatespeaker: So we FINALLY win over Starflight's heart and live happily ever after!?!?!?!
Future Fatespeaker: Uh.....ABOUT that....
Hosts: *casually watch on as everyone talks to themselves*
Seashell: This is REALLY weird.
Air: Not if you imagine half of them as Shapeshifters.
Nightflyer: Oooooooh, that makes it much easier.
Joy: So, Air, I hear you have a Force now.
Air: Yep! And Nightflyer's our secretary.
Nightflyer: I'm just gonna keep things from falling apart or getting too supernatural related.
Rainkeeper: So, if Joy and Air get squads, does that mean WE get one too?
Seashell: That would be awesome!
Joy: I dunno. What other squads would people want?
Nightflyer: Anyone, I guess.
Joy: What would we even do? I'm just making up stuff for my Squad.
Air: My force is going to be more about ships, I think. We can compare them and vote on which one's better and stuff.
Nightflyer: It'll be fun.
Rainkeeper: Um, guys? Is there supposed to be a black hole in here?
Seashell: Oh great. We've ruined the space-time continuum.
Air: IT'S A PORTAL TO THE APOCALYPSE WORLD, RUN!!!!
All: *gets sucked into Black hole*
All: *screaming*
*appear in room*
Glory: What the......
Riptide: Where are we?
*stage appears with a band on it*
Joy: *gasps*
Nightflyer: So THIS is where black holes lead...
Band: *starts playing*
Smash Mouth: HEY NOW, YOU'RE AN ALL STAR, GETCHER GAME ON, GO PLAY! HEY NOW, YOU'RE A ROCK STAR, GET THE SHOW ON, GET PAID!
Hosts: AAAAAAAAAAND ALL THAT GLITTERS S GOOOOOLD
All: ONLY SHOOTING STAAAAAARS BREAK THE MOOOOOOOOLD!!!!!!
*Smash Mouth keeps blasting*