Vincenzo the GPS Chapter 8[]
(we now see Mike and Micky, standing face-to-face, both astonished)
Mike: You're...you're me...and I'm you?
Micky: Uh, I dunno. At least we're not identical...
Mike: Not identical? Look at you! You have my hair, my favorite color, my hair color, my--
Micky: I have blue eyes and glasses. That's how people can tell me apart from you.
Mike: Well, yeah, but...you know what, forget it. But after all these years...
Micky: I'm finally meeting you, for the first time in 28 years..
Mike: Wait, did you just--
Both: Finish my sentence?
Micky: Whoa!
Mike: Crazy!
Golaith: Ah, I see you two are bonding! How nice! (grasps both of them by the collar) Come along now, Mike and Micky. We don't wanna be late for our first test!
Mike: (hardly breathing) Test?
Goliath: Yes, a test! (lets go of both) Either you get an A+ or an F.
Micky: What test is this? Math? I hate math. One time I got a D- on an assessment, and I got grounded for three months, no video games. Worst three months of my life.
Goliath: Well, I got a question for you. What is Lucia plus Martin plus Pierre times Zombies divided by Mike and Micky?
Micky: Trick question, it's not--
(Lucia, Martin, and Pierre enter scene as brainwashed zombies)
Pierre: Oh la la! CCCCRRRROOOOIIIIIISSSSSSSSAAAAANNNNNTTTTTTZZZZZZZZ!
Micky: Worse than math! This is WORSE THAN MATH!!
Mike: TELL ME ABOUT IT LATER, NOW WE HAVE TO RUN!!
Micky: 2x2=4!
Mike: I DON'T FREAKIN' CARE!
Micky: RUN!
Lucia: ME EAT PING PONG BALLZ FOR LUNCH!
Martin: ME SWALLOW SWORDZ!
Mike: (pants) I think we lost them.
(Lucia taps on Mike's shoulder)
Mike: (turns around) AAHHHH! (gets turned into a brainwashed zombie)
Micky: THE SQUARE ROOT OF 16 IS--AAHHH! (gets turned into a brainwashed zombie)
Goliath: Why, I see you two solved my equation. Now what's Miis times brainwashed zombies!
Mike: BRAINZZZ
All Zombies: BRAINZZZ! BRAINZZZ! BRAINZZZ!
Goliath: A+! Now, send me those three basketball freaks! (snaps fingers)
(Tommy, Tyrone, and Eva teleport to Goliath)
Goliath: You three gotta stop dreaming about the NBA and worry about your life, but I heard a lot of people on this wiki hate you three since you are annoying in Basketball.
Eva: OH CRAP.
Tyrone: I'm nervous on the inside, and smiling on the outside!
Eva: STOP SMILING YOU BIG MOUTH, THIS IS BAD! YOU TOO, TOMMY!
Tommy: Me too!
Eva: You're the champion, maybe you'll get eaten, so act right if you want the wiki people to vote you out!
Goliath: SURPRISE! And it's not me eating you. Mike?
(Mike enters)
Eva: Oh ****
To be continued...