Random Weirdness

Untitled Part 200 (Yay!)--This is a Good Gift (Death!)

Sam: *casually trying to resurrect Nalitie* *succeeds*

Nalitie: *in the other room* *screams* ... SAAAAAAM.

Sam: *walks into other room* Yes?

Nalitie: *falls over because she's not used to being alive*

Sam: Ah yes. That. Teehee. Nooooow... *starts strangling Nalitie*

Christine: *walks in* Sam! What are you... And... how...?

Sam: *lets go, then runs into another room, giggling* YOU'LL NEVER KILL ME, NALITIE!!!!

Nalitie: *coughing* What...?

Sam: Welllllll... You said if I planned your demise... Possibly following through, or almost killing you...... You'd... Well...

Nalitie: I remember nothing of the sort. *frantically typing behind her back on her arm*

Sam: LIAR LIAR PLANTS FOR HIRE!

Nalitie: Meh. It was worth a shot. *continues typing*

Sam: I'm waiting.

Nalitie: Hm?

Sam: Iiiiii'm waaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnng foooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrr yooooooooooouuuuuuuuu. *comes walking back out* Sooooooo is my demise planned yet? Or is that what you're typing?

Nalitie: I dunno. Can't see what I'm typing. Would you mind looking for me?

Sam: *looks*

Thing: "Wred yruie meaindj biroajudknf giuh thbjxe deadnetkheodl trajkfnd?l.,'['.[po"

Sam: Uhm... It's mainly gibberish.... But it probably means something to you... If you don't want me to look while you type..... I can just.... Go over there or something....

Nalitie: Nah. They know what I mean. Usually. Either way, they can just call me.

Sam: Okay. You gonna send that?

Nalitie: Send what? It's probably already sent. Its an automated feature, like a google doc.

Sam: Oh. Okay. Do we just... Wait now?

Nalitie: Nope, we need a good venue. I'm thinking prehistoric forest. What say you?

Sam: I like... I dunno.

Nalitie: Utopiosphere it is! That thing is all abandoned anyway. I mean, its owners... er... abandoned it, so we should be able to use it. I have a key. And that way, we won't be able to predict the environments or change them.

Sam: *suddenly regretting choices* I'm not sure..... I.... Uhm....*clears throat* Soooo it's like a VR room but bigger? And fancier?

Nalitie: Eh... More unpredictable. There's no programming it--It has a mind of its own. I should be set to whatever its previous owners had it too. Oh, and don't worry, Hope's gonna be the safety marshal, so the only thing that's gonna kill us is each other. And Christine's making the rules, so it should be fair.

Sam: Okay.

Nalitie: To the Utopioshphere! *runs away down the street, through the window*

Sam: *follows*

Nalitie: *goes inside* *coughs* Oh, man... The dust. *coughs*

Spiders: *crawling*

Nalitie: Eek! And the spiders! Maybe we should clean first.

Sam: Yeah...

{fancy cleaning montage brought to you by Treegrass Institutes}

{insert dusters and mops and robots and hexipals and SuperFlash™ Cameras here}