Chapter 150? – A significantly less grand variety show.
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"Back here again, huh."

"Right, looks like it."

"Yep."

. . .

"Is it me or does this feel significantly less substantial than last time?" 

"Yeah, it kinda does."

"It is."

"I mean, pops couldn't even be bothered to show up. Think he's out golfing or something."

"Huh." 

"Right, guess we shouldn't expect as much as last time, then."

"Probably."

"Think I'll get a standalone bit this time? I didn't in the last one." 

"I dunno. Probably."

"Of course I still gotta show up!" 


"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you use sickles meant for farming for combat purposes, right?" 

"Yeah. Think they're kinda cool."

"But it's not very practical, is it? The way it's built, the cutting edge isn't likely to connect. Beyond that, it seems liable to getting stuck in walls and armor, assuming it's even sharp enough to pierce either of them. Which would be quite surprising in and of itself." 

"I guess that's probably true. Come to think of it, I haven't really connected with these things much. Mostly I've just been using gravity. Well, gravity and, y'know..."

 "Fear." 


The following segment is what took place during and after the events of chapter 136. Specifically, what Michaus was doing after he sprinted off to untold danger in a fit of sheer rage.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-"


The following segment takes place during the events of chapter 149. 

"Man, I'm bored. 3 dimensions is lame."

"Good thing I grabbed this guy a while ago!"

"Boop."

"Cool."

"Hey what's this do?"

"Gimmie."

The text is borderline illegible because of the 4th to 3rd to 2nd dimensional translation by the way. The BLLGRASFSH variety show production committee doesn't simply have bad handwriting. Any notion that they do is purely unfounded.  


"Oh hey it's that thing I said." 

"Nice."


"Who the heck are you guys?"

"Oh, please, pardon us. We're from a story that's currently a semi-complete draft, which may or may not ever get uploaded into an actual story. I'm not entirely certain why we're here, if I'm being entirely honest."

"Oh. Okay. Wait, why's he-"

"I friggin hate the way your face is."

"Tidd, please, that's not very nice."

"I don't care."

"That's fair."


"Ooh! Ooh! What's it gonna be this time!? What's it gonna be!?" 

"That's... That's not a fish."

"I... Have no idea what that is."

"So... No fish..."


"Gee, I sure do enjoy aimlessly walking along the river nearby Basenholm while whistling a jolly tune. What a wonderous, uneventful ti-"

"Holy smokes! The ground is littered with damaged, bloodied, and probably contaminated knives!

FREE STUFF!"


"Well, I guess that settles tha-"

"Oh it's gone already."


"Oh shoot, I just remembered I haven't put the cat ears on S yet."

 

 

"Anyways, I guess it's about time I get hit in the gut agai-"

"Yep. Surprise show-ending pointing stick attack." 

*Pfough!*

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