meanwhile, in a mysterious bathroom not far away...
"Where the bloody hell are we?”
“I say, sir, would you kindly refrain from digging your elbow into my ribs?”
“That ain’t my elbow. That’s a gorram funny outfit you got on... and how come we all smell like butter?”
“Butter? Oh good lord, there are grease stains all over my best uniform.”
“Look, do either of you know where we are?”
“Why - why, this is the magic privy again! I would recognize that - that, err…”
“...toilet...”
“I would recognize that anywhere. I was stuck in here for three months.”
“Ai ya! That’s some serious shittin’ action there.”
“Look, I’m not entirely comfortable with you slinging that gun around. Do you think you could put it down in a corner or something?”
“T’ hell with that, I’m shootin’ the lock off this gorram door.”
“Sir, the recoil - OW!”
“Hey, sorry, Cap’n.”
“You can’t shoot off a magic lock, you know.”
“Well, why th’ hell didn’t you tell me that ‘fore I wasted a bullet?”
“Merlin... maybe someone will let us out before we all end up eating each other.”
“As I recall from my previous experience, sir, it seemed like no time at all before I was released, so perhaps we shall not have to resort to such extreme measures.”
“Well, if we do, I don’t wanna eat him. He ain’t got no meat on him.”
“For which I should be profoundly grateful, I suppose.”
*long pause*
“So, do either o’ you guys know how to play Rock Scissors Paper?”
((Hay guyz, Remus, Jayne, and Jack are hereby unpopcorned. But I’m going to be on hiatus for a while longer while I get my RL shit together, so in the meantime, they’ll be playing Rock Scissors Paper in the magic privy. Good times.))
“I say, sir, would you kindly refrain from digging your elbow into my ribs?”
“That ain’t my elbow. That’s a gorram funny outfit you got on... and how come we all smell like butter?”
“Butter? Oh good lord, there are grease stains all over my best uniform.”
“Look, do either of you know where we are?”
“Why - why, this is the magic privy again! I would recognize that - that, err…”
“...toilet...”
“I would recognize that anywhere. I was stuck in here for three months.”
“Ai ya! That’s some serious shittin’ action there.”
“Look, I’m not entirely comfortable with you slinging that gun around. Do you think you could put it down in a corner or something?”
“T’ hell with that, I’m shootin’ the lock off this gorram door.”
“Sir, the recoil - OW!”
“Hey, sorry, Cap’n.”
“You can’t shoot off a magic lock, you know.”
“Well, why th’ hell didn’t you tell me that ‘fore I wasted a bullet?”
“Merlin... maybe someone will let us out before we all end up eating each other.”
“As I recall from my previous experience, sir, it seemed like no time at all before I was released, so perhaps we shall not have to resort to such extreme measures.”
“Well, if we do, I don’t wanna eat him. He ain’t got no meat on him.”
“For which I should be profoundly grateful, I suppose.”
*long pause*
“So, do either o’ you guys know how to play Rock Scissors Paper?”
((Hay guyz, Remus, Jayne, and Jack are hereby unpopcorned. But I’m going to be on hiatus for a while longer while I get my RL shit together, so in the meantime, they’ll be playing Rock Scissors Paper in the magic privy. Good times.))