*stumbling out of a dark private room in the happy rebel, the stench of rotting bronto patties wafts into the air as my stench announces my presence in the room, dressed in a brown tattered skirt some advanced form of body armor, and it seem as though a dead , limp, squid creature has been fastened to my head as a crude helmet*
“Qu……”
*snorting like a pig*
“Saint ,…..velcro,……oh………You’re the guy,…..from the…..hamburger……train?”
without waiting for a response
*coughs a little, an insect squirms out of my ear *
brushing at my ear, “No, no……its ok. Sit down I need to talk to you about a few things of great importance to me. “
*suddenly thrashes his arms upward knocking a drink over*
“Oh, they wont be pleased Charlie. You should clean us up.”
*twitches head violently for nine seconds*
“Avalanche!”
*quickly bolts up and sprints out of the room only to sit down again and stare at the seconds tick by on his personal communicator”
I read it twice but really couldn't understand what you meant. At least not with that topic 
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