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Somewhere, Somewhen in a Land that Common Sense forgot about.

"Uhhh." he said as he woke up.

He sat up, taking in the situation. He wasn't where last thought he was. That been a underneath the Lair Mansion in one of the series of secure holding cells. Where he now was in a tropical jungle, like the one's see all the time on the Discovery channel. As he looks around, he gets the feels that he recently manhandled. Like someone had given him a full body inspection inside & out then tossed aside like some unsolvable Rubix cube.

The man known as Ronald Arnold Gerrimoto Beeslyhuxtoy stood up & dusted himself off. He then began checked himself for an bruising, cuts, scrapes, missing limbs, bleeding: he found none.

The sound of waves crashing upon a shore could be heard in the distance & since he wasn't what else he headed in that direction. As he walked he wondered what had happened to Chad. Maybe he had woken up before him & heard the water, too? Maybe he was there on the beach? There some thought that Chad might be elsewhere but Ronnie didn't want to think about that.

After the long arduous trek of 10 minute in length trek, Ronnie walked on to pitch black sandy beach. The water, if you could call it that, was cherry red. Ronnie looked up the coastline: nothing but red water, black sand & edge of the jungle. When he looked down the coastline, he found something promising. He found something he recognized sort of. Sure it was old, rusted & had plant life growing on it but there it was! The ship was leaning to one side, resting on to the side of a cliff face. There it was the aft section of SPUD Helicarrier, the rest of it was covered up in the black sand.

Given the ancient look to it Ronnie had wondered how long it had been there & if any inside still worked. He trekked onward to find out.

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Elsewhere in the 32 worlds, a small tribe of villagers had come upon a strange creature. It was like nothing that had seen before. It was oblong in shape, there were ridges along the center part of the body. It had no legs or arms & the lack of a face was also evident. They also couldn't figure out which end was the head & which end was the foot. There were strap like growths on either. One thing they had figured out was that this creature had an odd way of speaking: when both ends of it's body were compressed it let out a horrible sound. It was like the sound of a thousand younglings screaming out in pain. It let out another sound when it became decompressed, this sound like thousands of younglings screaming out in joy.

Since they were not sure what it was, they did the only thing they would normally do in situation like this: kill it, eat it & hope that it didn't kill them.

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Still elsewhere, Chad also found himself somewhere he didn't recognize. He was leaning against a slab of rock that felt a bit like concrete. Around him were various tropical like plants: some he recognized, some he didn't. Then from behind him, he heard a man speaking off in the distance. It was english, but not american english. Then there were a few other voices that Chad couldn't make out what they were saying, it sounded to him like a made up language.

Chad peered over his concrete slab & saw a group of squid-headed people dressed up in purple robes, they floated off the ground a foot or so. In the middle of their circle was someone. It took a few tries to get a good look at who it was. But once he did, he immediately recognized the man, it was Sir Mumphrey Wilton. The Englishman & Squid Druids were trying to talk to each other but neither could understand each other.

Then the the squid druids tentacles began to twitch. Chad wasn't sure what was going on but according to Sir Mumphrey they had tried to take over his mind & he wasn't going to have any of that.

Then a fight started, Chad ducked back down behind his slab to avoid being hit. As he hid there he noticed what appeared to be a extremely rusted metal box that he thought vaguely looked like a Mail Box. He then wished he had his accordion with him, he missed it & wondered where it was.

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TO BE CONTINUED