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Tommy was getting pretty impatient.

Tommy: I swear to god, let's just go now, I'll bloody kill somebody just to make us wait for a shorter amount of time.

Tommy: Hell, I might even just rob a bank if this person you guys keep on talking about takes too long.

Cue G.T slapping Tommy on the back of the head.

G.T: Tommy, what tha fuck tha hell!, biatch? Thatz MY thang, not yours...

Tommy: SHRUG. It was just a suggestion, y'know.

Alrighty then, letz go! I be bout ta bloody find you, n' then I be bout ta tell EVERYBODY bout how tha fuck I found yo' ass muthafucka! You'll be shiverin up in yo' boots!

G.T started looking around the halls.

A-ha, I be thinkin I jus - Nope, thatz just a rock... FUCK! Where up in fuckz sake is you, you persistent lil bastard!

Yo ass fool! Do you know whoz ass tha hell I am, biatch? I be tha muthafucka that'll blow yo' jaw right off without even hesitatin bout dat shiznit son! Show yo ass or I be bout ta snap yo' fuckin neck right off!

Tommy glared right at G.T.

Um, G.T... Don't be so harsh.

 Well, you might feel like you're being watched, then look around and nobody would be there, but...

Fuck dat shit, Tommy, I feel like I be bein peeped like a muthafucka... maybe I might rob some scrilla from whoeverz robbin our asses yo, but all up in tha same time...

G.T pulled out his pistol, just in case anybody tried to attack him.

Alrighty then, if some muthafucka don't reveal theyselves up in 3, then I'ma fuckin' pull dis trigger...

Um... G.T? Don't you think that's a little... harsh?

90sT: What's wrong? Is it the fact that I did something embarass -.

90sT noticed Clippy.

90sT: ...Oh, that's what's wrong.

Clippy was still bouncing around with explosions appearing every time he bounced

90sT: Why, of course! It'd be a honor to meet everybody.

Clippy got really excited.

 OoohmaybeI'llbeabletohelpeverybodyoutandthey'llsaythankyouandI'llbesoproudforthemsayingthankyouandthenthey'lltelltheirfriendsthatI -.

Clippy was so excited that explosions formed around him.

90sT: Oh, that's a very nice name... almost a beautiful name, really.

90sT was crying THE MANLY WAY!

Why, hello there, Blake! Is there any way I can be of assistance today, or maybe the day after that, or maybe the day after tha -.

 Okay, Clippy, I think she gets it.

 G.T: Oh, dis muthafucka right here is part of mah clique yo. His namez 90sT.

G.T pointed at Clippy.

G.T: And dis muthafucka right here is Clippy yo. Dude wants ta help dem hoes wit every last muthafuckin thang... even when they DON'T need his help.

Oh, it seems like you need help with writing a - oh, right, you're not writing a letter.

90sT: Ah, Ruby Rose? Nice name. Say, Tommy used to watch a show on his computer that had a character named "Ruby Rose".

Clippy: Oooh, can I help you with anything today, ma'am? Maybe you might need help with making a letter, or even...

Tommy walked outside and noticed 90sT. He rushed right up to him and hugged him.

Tommy: 90sT! You don't wanna know how long I waited for you to come!

90sT was blushing like hell.

90sT: Uh, Tommy... don't' ah think that's a bit too close fer contact?

Tommy let go of 90sT.

Tommy: Sorry, brother... anyways, who's the paperclip?

90sT: Aw, Tommy, there's no need ta apologize! Anyways, the paperclips name is Clippy.

Tommy: Wait... Clippy as in "Microsoft Word" Clippy?

90sT: Yeah, ya got it, Tommy-boy! 

90sT and Clippy clearly needed to be taken on a tour around the castle.

Tommy: Anyways, 90sT, welcome to the Cosmic Castle! We hope you enjoy your stay, and remember to tell your friends about the experience you had, and maybe your friends will tell their friends, and then your friends friends will tell THEIR friends, and the -

90sT: Okay, Tommy, I got it.

G.T: Well, Ruby, dis right here is 90'sT, he a lil' bit if a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dick.

G.T pointed at Clippy.

G.T: And THIS right here is the most obnoxious d-bag ever.

G.T walked to the gate.

G.T: Alright, you creeps muthafucka! Reveal yourselves or I be bout ta make you, nahmean biiiatch?

There were no answers from behind the gate.

G.T: Alrighty then, guess I'ma gotta do dis tha HARD WAY!

G.T kicked the gate open. One of the mysterious visitors looked like a 90's version of Tommy. He was wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses. The other one... was a small paperclip. The Tommy clone aimed a pistol right at G.Ts chest.

G.T: Really, 90'sT, biatch? Yo ass is gonna blast one of yo' own RELATIVES just fo' kickin open A GATE?

90'sT put his gun down.

90'sT: Don't do shit like that ever fuckin' again! You almost scared the fuckin' shit outta me!

???: Ooh, do you want help with making a letter?

G.T looked right at the animated paperclip.

G.T: Oh dear fuck no, not you again!

Tommy: Shit! Hold on, I've got it!

Tommy collided both of his arms vertically.

Tommy: ACTIVATE ATOMIC BARRIER!

A large barrier covered all of Team Underworld, thus disabling the attack even further, to the point of reflecting the attack back to Jebediah.

OOC: On iPad, I can't post pictures.

Meanwhile, behind the entrance to the castle...

???: Oh, I do hope that Mr. M hasn't sent me to the wrong place again...

???: Oh, come on! Mr. M always sends us to the right places!

???: Oh, really? How can ya be so sure about that? I still remember when he sent us to find Mr. A and we ended up crashing into Mr. N!

???: Oh, come on! Mr. N's still an ally even despite that!

Meanwhile...

G.T: Hold on, Ruby... I be thinkin there might be some muthafucka tryin ta git tha fuck into tha castle...

G.T: Sorry fo' bein so awkward, by tha way dawwwwg! I just can't help mah dirty ass at times, you know how tha fuck our asses thugs are!

G.T walked out of his room. Who these mysterious voices were he would discover sooner or later.

G.T: I didn't plan on jackin at all, Ruby. It aint nuthin but just, dat gold ingot looks straight-up mesmerizing...

Dollars signs appeared behind G.Ts glasses.

G.T: And I straight-up wanna peep how tha fuck much worth it might just have.

Tommy: Alrighty then, you guys've got it!

Tommy charged a massive hadouken-like fireball in his hands...

Tommy: MEGA...

Tommy fired out the massive ball right at Gomorrah.

Tommy: FLAME!

ooc: tfw when nobody's answered for 6 hours

i mean, come on guys. surprise me

1 word; MORSO.

THIS abomination was part of a kids show.

G.T: Well, if yo gold ingot worth just as much as mah scrilla, I'd like to have summa dat.

G.T: Handit ova! You know that shit, muthafucka!

 G.T: ...Yo ass can take dem dollars, I've gots a shitload mo' where dat came from...

G.T looked at the golden ingot

G.T: As fo' gold... it don't look as pretty as mah scrilla do.

G.T: Oh, fo'sho, I be there, what tha fuck is it, biatch? If itz bout some scrilla-makin ideas, then I be bout ta definitely open tha door!

G.T kissed his scrilla, then opened the door. His room was FLOODED with money.

Tommy: ...There aren't any Dorothy clones out there, really.

Tommy: Mainly because my father trusted me more. But then again, my father was a CRAAAAAZY bastard anyways

MEANWHILE, IN G.T's room...

G.T: Oh, dear dope mercy, I be thinkin I just hit tha fuckin' jackpot son! 600 dollars up in less then a DAY!

Tommy: I do remember one of them. Their name was...

Tommy: Dorothy, if I remember correctly...

Tommy: I'm sure that the girls are doing fine, Trap-Jaw. I just hope the other visitors are gonna be equally fine...

i need a dolla

dolla

baby that's all i need

MEANWHILE, AT THE UNDERWORLD...

Tommy was surprised that his fist had somewhat destroyed all of that rubble. But that didn't matter, he had other businesses to attend to.

Tommy: Heh, what a bunch of jokers... Guess it's time to show 'em the REAL definition of power!

Tommy fired a barrage of fireballs at Gommorah, Tommy hoping that each one would hit the monster.

Tommy: So, as you guys were thinking about G.T not being very useful... Prove 'em wrong, big boy...

G.T: Ya got it!

G.T pulled out a MASSIVE revolver, firing six shots right at Gomorrah.

E.T: I'd honestly love to contribute, but I just... Uh, broke all my legs!