Six months had passed since the man formerly identified as Acento Bane began work at Cipher incorporated. He met friends with whom he enjoyed building things with. They were pushed to work by Fangking and Cipher, creating things that they never thought they’d ever build. Just when they thought there was no silver lining with an ever decreasing budget, hope emerged from the darkness.
Lord X-Giga-X, Snookie, Kudamon, Missingno, Zadon and Hak walked out of the facility.
Snookie hung his head high in the sky. “Woohoo, a free day!” he exclaimed.
“A day of spending time at the facility without having to do any work!” Hak cheered.
“I’ll use the time to build some kind of new device that-” Lord X-Giga-X was interrupted by Kudamon pushing him.
“Man, what part of ‘no work’ do you not get?” Kudamon chuckled. “Forget about building stuff, for tomorrow, we don’t have to worry about it.”
“We’re gonna have fun!” Snookie exclaimed, jumping into the air. Unfortunately for him, he froze in the air, like people do when they jumped into the air at the end of a reality series.
“What the…. I’m stuck! Someone help me!”
The others stared at him in astonishment.
“Uh… I’m not sure how to fix that,” Missingno shrugged.
“Oh god, am I gonna die?!” Snookie cried. “I’m gonna die! AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!”
“Oh, this is funny,” Zadon chuckled.
“Seriously, someone get me down!!”
They eventually got him down and left the facility.
The next day, the six of them sat in a room, bored as heck. They had no idea what to do. There were no cats to chuck out a window, no bags of whatsit to light on fire, and no noob to use as manure for the lawn. It was a boring, stupid, crappy day.
"I'm bored....." Kudamon groaned, grabbing a towel to dry off his sweat.
"You think YOU’RE bored, I'm having hallucinations of you people dressing in Platypus suits! Except you Snookie, you’re just wearing a toupee." Missingno groaned.
"Yes..... Wearing a toupee....." Snookie muttered, hiding the hat behind his back.
Lord X-Giga-X got up, and stood by the fridge, and grabbed a Pepsi. He was so bored, he didn't even care that they were sponsored by Coca-Cola.
"You know what? Let’s cut the crap, and focus on the poo juice!" Hak cried, slamming his hand onto a table.
"Yeah, let’s play Battleship! It’s the only board game that doesn't need a joystick to make violence fun!" Kudamon suggested.
"No, uses too much math. Let’s play Scrabble. It makes spelling things FUN!" Missingno also suggested.
"Bullcrap! Let’s create a freakishly interesting combination between the two! Then, we could sell it to MB, AND RULE THE WO-" Lord X-Giga-X suggested evilly, but was caught short from a brick to the pancreas by Kudamon.
"Nice shot El Brickardo!" Hak laughed, slapping Kudamon on the back.
Suddenly, Snookie stood up, and looked at everyone with intention to yell.
"LET’S WRITE A SONG!" Snookie screamed.
Everyone looked at each other. That wasn't a half bad idea!
"Alright Snookie, you start!" Hak smiled.
"YES! I wrote the song already, I'll sing it without caring about what you guys think, okay!" Snookie said jumping up and down.
"Well, actually-"
"One two, I like Mew. Three four, I ate my door, Five Six, I'm gonna pick up some chicks. Seven Eight, Then I’m gonna date. 9 10, AND WE'LL EAT A HAAAMMM........." Snookie sung, receiving looks of murderous intention from Kudamon and the rest of the group.
“What…. The….. Hell….” Lord X-Giga-X responded.
"Snookie. I like you, in fact, I restrain from strangling you every day, even though I do it quite often. Sadly, no matter how that changes anything, that was the worst thing I have ever heard. May God, Buddha, Zeus, Michael Jackson, Elvis or Gandhi have mercy on your cursed, tainted evil soul. " Kudamon told Snookie, fuming with rage.
"Fine, Fine. I'll start, AGAIN!" Snookie muttered, cursing under his breath.
"Good, entertain me platypus!' Kudamon grinned.
"If I had a pickle...." Snookie began.
"I would treat it nice...." Hak added, enjoying the concept.
"I would hug it all day...." Snookie continued.
"And lick it all night..." Kudamon sang, slowly losing his murderous thoughts.
"AND I'M GETTING CLOSER THEN I EVER THOUGHT I WOOUUULLLLDDDD" Nate sung loudly.
"If I could make you mine! I would eat your face! Then I would turn you, TURN YOU, INTO MY DIIIINEEERRR! Because YOOUURRRR..... My Pickle....." Everybody sung in unison. The group laughed at their funny song, but stopped dead in the tracks when they saw Fangking at the doorway.
"I'm not gonna ask, but I am going to warn you that there WILL be massive budget cuts." Fangking growled, annoyed at their perfect musical number about a pickle.
Fangking slammed the door, and the six of them looked at each other with looks of despair.
"Well, we just lost probably what could have bought us a new 360, and since we have nothing better to do, LETS DO IT AGAIN!" Snookie grinned, only to be bricked by a fuming El Brickardo.
"BOOM, HEADSHOT!" Kudamon grinned.
Snookie grumbled, and walked into the bathroom to wash his fur. Kudamon laughed, and suddenly realized that Fangking doesn't even give them a pay check. He got up, and ran into down the hall to Fangking’s office.
"Alright, what’s the deal?" Kudamon asked, suspicious as he walked into the office.
"We're hiring interns." Fangking grinned. “You’ll be meeting them in a couple of months.”
Kudamon sat down on a chair, and put a hand to his forehead. He thought THIS was enough!
“That’s not what I meant.”
"Don't worry about the threat I made. I was just hoping Snookie would shut up." Fangking said to Kudamon with a wink.
"Yeah, about that...." Kudamon sighed.
Meanwhile, a large man stared into the office, his attention mainly on Kudamon.
“What’s so great about his group that makes his pay higher than mine…?”