That's Right, New-Wait, What?
The door opens with a swish, and lo, there are buildings, and streets, and the smell of industry--New Jersey.
"Hey, I'm back on--wait, what?" You say, slithering inconspicuously behind a shrub. "That makes no logical sense!"
"Dude!" a scaly arm pulls you down and you find yourself face to face with a dreadlocked naga guy.
"C'mon, dude, under here!" he lifts up a circle of soil that disguises a hidden opening and the two of you slither inside. Soon you are encircled by naga, who are conducting a candlelit meeting.
"Now it is time... says Boss Naga, who wears a leather jacket, "to vote!"
"'Vote?'" You question. "Vote on what?"
Written by Mr.Peaches on 20 June 2007
The end (for now)