Joe Mama so evil she's... THE ENDER DRAGON
Jean aka Ender Dragon: MUAH HAH HAH!!! I'M GONNA TAKE OVER THE OVERWORLD
Carl the Mineplex Creeper: Minecraft Legends exists.
Jean: ...How could this possibly get any worse?
*MEOW*
Jean: HUH WHAT WAS SAT???
Kitten who lost its mitten: A kitten who lost its mitten and is a player in disguise
Jean: HUBBAWHUH HUH???
Carl: OH NO MY ONLY WEAKNESS
Jean: Who brought you btw?
MCarl2015: MEEEEEEEEE
Jean: Huh? I thought you were the same thing
MCarl2015: WELL WE'RE NOT! I'VE BEEN A HUMAN THIS WHOLE SIKE
CARL: *transition sound plays* lol you've been seeing things cuz you were hallucinating~
Cat-Player: *meow*
Carl: *ded*
*a gravestone with a picture of Carl appears*
Jean: *SNIFF* HOW COULD YOU!!! *FIRE*
Kitten: Yeh got the last achievement and my mi'n's. Time to get me some deLEEEESH pumpkin pääääeyyyy.
Jean: That's IT? THAT'S IT! I'm getting the belt... wait my sonny boy Jim [insert YOUR name here] is de belt where dey at?
YOU:

Carl: WAIT! Let's quickly cut to the chase, OH LOOK A THE.

𝕸𝕰𝕬𝕹𝖂𝕳𝕴𝕷𝕰...
Carl's clone #46,852: Forty six thousand eight hundred and fifty two clones successfully created.
*ting whurre whurre boop*
Carl's clone #46,853: All forty six thousand eight hundred and fifty three clones successfully created.
All 46,853 clones: We will now all take turns replacing Carl in z̶̢̠͖̦̣̠͙̠̥̣̫̫͌̂̐̕͜ͅe̶̛̦͕̐̎̈́́̃̂̓́͊̎͆͂̒͌̈́̒͛̈́̌̏̈́̃̍͐̏̄̿͒̅̈́͛̏͘͘̕̚͝ ̵̝͇̫͍̥̭̦̺̟̤̙͈͍̫̥̻͇̲̩̬͈̘̄͛̇ͅͅn̸̡̨̮̙̩͉͚̲̼̣̣̻̓̑͛̒̆͌͛̄̔͑̎̈́͂̾̔̎̀͛͂͂͒̂̈͜͝͝͠͠͝é̴̺̦̬̬͙̣̪̣̖͈͕̖̟͎͐̒̈́̀̃̂͛́̃́͋͑̀̄̀̈́̏͆̑̎̐̐͒͋̄̈́͝͝͠͝ͅͅͅx̶̧̢̛̬̙̭͓̣̻̫̼̗̗̫̝̟̙̭̱̟̥̥̼͕̳̳̟͉͎͔͓̩͎͉̳̠̹͖͈̯̱̮̩̏͋̓̆͐̀̍͂̈́̆̒̊̎̊͆̎̀͒͒̂̿̍̈́̓̒̐̆̋̿̽͋̂̈́̅͜͠ţ̸͙̰̦̟̹̫̹̺̲̥̜͔͈͔̼̱̤̬̲̲̀͠ͅ ̶̡̧̛̼̦̫̟̗̯͎̣̮͈̮̩̙̱̙͕̱̩͇̤̺̱̞̦̈́͂̔͊̓̐̏́̍̀̌̿̋̓̆̿̏̎̀̓̚͝͝͝͝v̵̡̧̨̡̢̨̨̨̛̭̞͍͈̘̯̻̘̩̤͔͉͈̬̦͈̝͕̙̟̠̻̭̼̣͍̞̖̬̱͕̪̣̪̜̖̾́̐́̅͒͐̅̆̓̅̒͒̂̈́͘͜͝͠o̶̧̢̨̠̜̻̗̪̮̞͈͍̰̥̺̭̯̬̠̜̭̙̬͔̲̘͕̦͈̘͔̮̫̩̥̬̟͓̝͉̗̤̐̊͑̅̇̆́͌͊̊́̒̑̋̅̕ͅl̴̨̡͉͔̰̠̝̳̜̯̻̱̍̀̍͛̍͆̄͆̊ṵ̸̡̨͉̼̘̭̫͑̎̿̂͒̅̀̿̾͋͆̇̑̿̔̀̍͑͌̀́̄͊̂̏̓̊͒̀̀́̿͗̑͗͊̉͗͘̕̚͜͝͝͠ͅm̶̡̨̧̛̦̻̭͙͍̠̩̜̲̤̼̭͎͍̜̭̳̰̺͖̦͎̱͙͚̫̥̟̠̼͙̣̬̤͂̀̑̿̄͛̒̔̿̎͋̍̆͛̐̅͊̀̈̂̐̌̂͌̉͗͛̽̇̉̓̑̓͛͘͘͘͘̕̕͜͝͝͝͠ͅͅͅę̴̧̨̧̧̖̹̬͈̳͖̦̠̩̯̰̞̓̐̎̂́̊̾̂͛̔̅̐͑͌̒͌̈̈́̏͊̈́͗̐̅͐̋̏̋͘̕̚͜͜͝͠͝ ̷̛̟̹̈́̀͋͒̂͆͐̒̆̽̈́͒̂̍̀͛͛̃̉̽̏̍̎̇̋́̆̅͠o̷̡̢̨͍̘͙̘̳͓̞̻̪̦̼̟̰̭̣͓̙̣̔̓̔͆̄̑̾̓̎͑̈́̎̍͂̆̿̑͒̊̓́̍̓̎͗̓͘̚͜͝͝f̶̡̨̛̠̝͉̬̲͉̜͕̻̣̙̏͌́̔́͊̔͂̒̔̍͆̃͆̈́̏͆̓̒̇̓́̆͑̐͑̒̂͒͘͠͝ ̸̧̧̢̡̛̠̜̰̭̗͕̗͈͕̩͎̹̯̤̱̳̠̯̦̱̖̞̗̟̺̘̦̙̞̼͕̣͂̍̆͛̉̀͌͒̎͗̽̇̿̍̆̏̚̚͝͝C̴̡̨̨̱͔̹̖̟̣̹̪̳̳̯̼̖̖̻̲̘̦̘̰̱͎̩͎̹̱̖̯̳̩̘̮̤͐̅͆̈̂̓̑̒̀͌̍́͐͛̔̓̓́͆͋͋͗̑̑̿͗̄͑̐͒̉̀̽̈̔͠͝͠͝r̵̨̤̹̲̰̝̭͇̜̝̮̖̖̦̠͎̯͓̜̬̹͈͚̖̺̩͉̹̲͈̼͇͕̲̰̲̲͓̹̓̊́͋̀́̂̎̓͆̓͋́͊͊̓̔̌̀̀̅́̐̉̈́͐͒̂̈́̃͗̀͐͋́̿͘̚̚͠͝͝ͅͅe̷̢̧̢̨̲̦͍̣͇̰͉̳̗̥͙̭̜̮͗̔̀͒̃͆͆͌͛́͆͗̈́̄͆̓͛͒̇͒͌͐̓̚̚͝͝͝e̶̢̧̲͎͇̥̤̹̝̯͂̍͑͒̈́̓͗̉͂̓̓̂͑̈͆̊͊̀̕̚͝p̴̨̨̛̪̟̞͖̪̩̞̥̥̻͎̪͓̘̪͈̙̲̙͓̖̏͂́̇͑̍͛̃̂̈́͂̐̎̇̊̈̀̀̄̉͘ę̸̧̡̧̯̭͚̹̖͍͕̱̗̲̭̳͉́̀͋̒̿̍̓̍̿̔͋́̇̇̽́̓͒̽͛͊͠͠͠͝r̷̡̡̧̛͖̤̞͇͓̘̳͇̖̩̝͍̯̐̍̃̀̽͂̇̑͑͌̉̑́͊̉́̈́͑̎̈͒̋̆̾̎̈́̃̚͜͠͝͝ ̸̡̛̠͎̼͙̫̗͈͍͖͎͈̖̮͈̗̱̪͍̗͕͚͎̉̌̍͗̅̾͊̍̅̎̆͑̇̋̅͐̎̈́̇̈́͒̓͂̔̚̕T̶̡̡̧̢͈̩͇̗̜͙͙̬͖̜̝̹̩̱̝̭̘̦̩͔̜͔̱̟̻̼̗͉̝̭͙̙͍̗̜̪̦̗̎͊͑͊̍̾̃͑̇̉̊̅̄̓̄̈́̄̽̇̿͗̕͜͜͝ͅḁ̶̛̣̜̙̖̹͈̝͛̊̈́͋͗̏́̍͊̇͒̓͋͠l̵̢̟̹̜̞̞̺͙̮̥̻͇͇̤̝̼̻̳̹̪͕̙̣̑̾̒̆͆͆̃́͛͆̆̆͌̑̀͋̀̊̒̑̚͘̕̕͠͝͝ȩ̷̨͚͉̭͇̰̯̭̮̥̝̟̠͕͕̮̟̦͓̻̋̅̉̐͂̊̑͐̑́̇́͑̀̈̓̇̋̍͆͗̎̂̒̌̐̋͛̋́͋̈́̿̌͐̔̕͘͜͝s̵̢̡̞̹͔̼̬̲͓̪̥͚̦͖͚̥̹̺̠̟͎͈̀̽͒̈́͐̎̈́͒͂̓͆̓́̈́͌̇̽̄́͊̅̈́͗̋̍̈́̋̓͂͂͛̿̅͐̍͆̀̈́͝͝͝.̴̨̢̛̛̮̻͓̩̲̳͔̮̱̤̫̞̔̇̋͗̄̈́́̈̇̈͐̄̄̇͆̆́̂̓̑͌̑̍̋̐̆̋̌͊̋͐͆̕͝
Clone #6: Why-eeee?
*the other 46,852 you-get-the-points stare in shock at clone 6*
Clone #7,290: THIS ROBOCREEPERTHINGTHATSACTUALLYAREALCREEPER DOES NOT KNOW WHAT WE'RE DOING
Clone #936: And neither do we except
All 46,853 clones: We will now all take turns replacing Carl in z̶̢̠͖̦̣̠͙̠̥̣̫̫͌̂̐̕͜ͅe̶̛̦͕̐̎̈́́̃̂̓́͊̎͆͂̒͌̈́̒͛̈́̌̏̈́̃̍͐̏̄̿͒̅̈́͛̏͘͘̕̚͝ ̵̝͇̫͍̥̭̦̺̟̤̙͈͍̫̥̻͇̲̩̬͈̘̄͛̇ͅͅn̸̡̨̮̙̩͉͚̲̼̣̣̻̓̑͛̒̆͌͛̄̔͑̎̈́͂̾̔̎̀͛͂͂͒̂̈͜͝͝͠͠͝é̴̺̦̬̬͙̣̪̣̖͈͕̖̟͎͐̒̈́̀̃̂͛́̃́͋͑̀̄̀̈́̏͆̑̎̐̐͒͋̄̈́͝͝͠͝ͅͅͅx̶̧̢̛̬̙̭͓̣̻̫̼̗̗̫̝̟̙̭̱̟̥̥̼͕̳̳̟͉͎͔͓̩͎͉̳̠̹͖͈̯̱̮̩̏͋̓̆͐̀̍͂̈́̆̒̊̎̊͆̎̀͒͒̂̿̍̈́̓̒̐̆̋̿̽͋̂̈́̅͜͠ţ̸͙̰̦̟̹̫̹̺̲̥̜͔͈͔̼̱̤̬̲̲̀͠ͅ ̶̡̧̛̼̦̫̟̗̯͎̣̮͈̮̩̙̱̙͕̱̩͇̤̺̱̞̦̈́͂̔͊̓̐̏́̍̀̌̿̋̓̆̿̏̎̀̓̚͝͝͝͝v̵̡̧̨̡̢̨̨̨̛̭̞͍͈̘̯̻̘̩̤͔͉͈̬̦͈̝͕̙̟̠̻̭̼̣͍̞̖̬̱͕̪̣̪̜̖̾́̐́̅͒͐̅̆̓̅̒͒̂̈́͘͜͝͠o̶̧̢̨̠̜̻̗̪̮̞͈͍̰̥̺̭̯̬̠̜̭̙̬͔̲̘͕̦͈̘͔̮̫̩̥̬̟͓̝͉̗̤̐̊͑̅̇̆́͌͊̊́̒̑̋̅̕ͅl̴̨̡͉͔̰̠̝̳̜̯̻̱̍̀̍͛̍͆̄͆̊ṵ̸̡̨͉̼̘̭̫͑̎̿̂͒̅̀̿̾͋͆̇̑̿̔̀̍͑͌̀́̄͊̂̏̓̊͒̀̀́̿͗̑͗͊̉͗͘̕̚͜͝͝͠ͅm̶̡̨̧̛̦̻̭͙͍̠̩̜̲̤̼̭͎͍̜̭̳̰̺͖̦͎̱͙͚̫̥̟̠̼͙̣̬̤͂̀̑̿̄͛̒̔̿̎͋̍̆͛̐̅͊̀̈̂̐̌̂͌̉͗͛̽̇̉̓̑̓͛͘͘͘͘̕̕͜͝͝͝͠ͅͅͅę̴̧̨̧̧̖̹̬͈̳͖̦̠̩̯̰̞̓̐̎̂́̊̾̂͛̔̅̐͑͌̒͌̈̈́̏͊̈́͗̐̅͐̋̏̋͘̕̚͜͜͝͠͝ ̷̛̟̹̈́̀͋͒̂͆͐̒̆̽̈́͒̂̍̀͛͛̃̉̽̏̍̎̇̋́̆̅͠o̷̡̢̨͍̘͙̘̳͓̞̻̪̦̼̟̰̭̣͓̙̣̔̓̔͆̄̑̾̓̎͑̈́̎̍͂̆̿̑͒̊̓́̍̓̎͗̓͘̚͜͝͝f̶̡̨̛̠̝͉̬̲͉̜͕̻̣̙̏͌́̔́͊̔͂̒̔̍͆̃͆̈́̏͆̓̒̇̓́̆͑̐͑̒̂͒͘͠͝ ̸̧̧̢̡̛̠̜̰̭̗͕̗͈͕̩͎̹̯̤̱̳̠̯̦̱̖̞̗̟̺̘̦̙̞̼͕̣͂̍̆͛̉̀͌͒̎͗̽̇̿̍̆̏̚̚͝͝C̴̡̨̨̱͔̹̖̟̣̹̪̳̳̯̼̖̖̻̲̘̦̘̰̱͎̩͎̹̱̖̯̳̩̘̮̤͐̅͆̈̂̓̑̒̀͌̍́͐͛̔̓̓́͆͋͋͗̑̑̿͗̄͑̐͒̉̀̽̈̔͠͝͠͝r̵̨̤̹̲̰̝̭͇̜̝̮̖̖̦̠͎̯͓̜̬̹͈͚̖̺̩͉̹̲͈̼͇͕̲̰̲̲͓̹̓̊́͋̀́̂̎̓͆̓͋́͊͊̓̔̌̀̀̅́̐̉̈́͐͒̂̈́̃͗̀͐͋́̿͘̚̚͠͝͝ͅͅe̷̢̧̢̨̲̦͍̣͇̰͉̳̗̥͙̭̜̮͗̔̀͒̃͆͆͌͛́͆͗̈́̄͆̓͛͒̇͒͌͐̓̚̚͝͝͝e̶̢̧̲͎͇̥̤̹̝̯͂̍͑͒̈́̓͗̉͂̓̓̂͑̈͆̊͊̀̕̚͝p̴̨̨̛̪̟̞͖̪̩̞̥̥̻͎̪͓̘̪͈̙̲̙͓̖̏͂́̇͑̍͛̃̂̈́͂̐̎̇̊̈̀̀̄̉͘ę̸̧̡̧̯̭͚̹̖͍͕̱̗̲̭̳͉́̀͋̒̿̍̓̍̿̔͋́̇̇̽́̓͒̽͛͊͠͠͠͝r̷̡̡̧̛͖̤̞͇͓̘̳͇̖̩̝͍̯̐̍̃̀̽͂̇̑͑͌̉̑́͊̉́̈́͑̎̈͒̋̆̾̎̈́̃̚͜͠͝͝ ̸̡̛̠͎̼͙̫̗͈͍͖͎͈̖̮͈̗̱̪͍̗͕͚͎̉̌̍͗̅̾͊̍̅̎̆͑̇̋̅͐̎̈́̇̈́͒̓͂̔̚̕T̶̡̡̧̢͈̩͇̗̜͙͙̬͖̜̝̹̩̱̝̭̘̦̩͔̜͔̱̟̻̼̗͉̝̭͙̙͍̗̜̪̦̗̎͊͑͊̍̾̃͑̇̉̊̅̄̓̄̈́̄̽̇̿͗̕͜͜͝ͅḁ̶̛̣̜̙̖̹͈̝͛̊̈́͋͗̏́̍͊̇͒̓͋͠l̵̢̟̹̜̞̞̺͙̮̥̻͇͇̤̝̼̻̳̹̪͕̙̣̑̾̒̆͆͆̃́͛͆̆̆͌̑̀͋̀̊̒̑̚͘̕̕͠͝͝ȩ̷̨͚͉̭͇̰̯̭̮̥̝̟̠͕͕̮̟̦͓̻̋̅̉̐͂̊̑͐̑́̇́͑̀̈̓̇̋̍͆͗̎̂̒̌̐̋͛̋́͋̈́̿̌͐̔̕͘͜͝s̵̢̡̞̹͔̼̬̲͓̪̥͚̦͖͚̥̹̺̠̟͎͈̀̽͒̈́͐̎̈́͒͂̓͆̓́̈́͌̇̽̄́͊̅̈́͗̋̍̈́̋̓͂͂͛̿̅͐̍͆̀̈́͝͝͝.̴̨̢̛̛̮̻͓̩̲̳͔̮̱̤̫̞̔̇̋͗̄̈́́̈̇̈͐̄̄̇͆̆́̂̓̑͌̑̍̋̐̆̋̌͊̋͐͆̕͝
Clone #1: Alright y'all, repeat after me. Tiss-cray.
*The clones take turns tss-creeh-ing*
Clone #46,852: Tiss-cray.
Clone #46,853: Tiss-cray-ay-ay-a-a-a-a-a-a-beepboopboopbopbopboopbopbbowwwww... malfunctioning.
*69 slaps 46853 to cure him*
2159: But first we must concur this and the next episode(s).
15607: Yes
257: Quick, 46853, it's your cue.
𝕸𝕰𝕬𝕹𝖂𝕳𝕴𝕷𝕰...

          *Left is Menn, right is Fione*
          *And also AI wrote this part*
Menn: Who would ha[​v]e a legend a[​b]out a treasure chest with infinite netherite [​b]locks guarded by a [​p]oorly drawn octopus?
Fione: I don't know, If it were drawn, this wouldn't even [​b]e real li[​f]e.
*Carl enters the scene.*
Menn: *takes snorkel off* WHOA! Who invited a flicking creeper here?!
Carl: Uhh, no one?
Fione: *takes snorkel off* So, Carl, uh, how's it been?
Carl: What do ya mean? I never met you.
Fione: You mean just yesterday?
*Carl gets brain signals from the other clones to remind him the real Carl did blow up Menn's house yesterday*
Carl: Oh, I guess I, uh, forgot. And it's, uh, been the usual, ma'am?
*insert romance music*
Fione: What's that music?
Carl: I dunno, but it sounds like either me or Menn could be falling for you. (obviously not me, I don't have feelings.) And how about YYYYOU?
Fione: Doing fine.
Carl: I heard you talking about treasure from a thousand, uh, miles away and couldn't bare to, uh, go blow someone else's dirt hut first.
Fione: Sure?
Carl, whispering: Hey, leader, what were my lines again?
*Romance music stops*
Clone 1: Fwisswissswissswissswissswissswissswissswissswiss.
Carl: Aight... *clears throat* Anyways, I recently, uh, heard that they're making creeper diving helmets, so uh, that's pretty cool, uh, I guess?
Menn: Ok??? Well, if you wanna find treasure, *puts snorkel on* we're just down this cliff.
*Menn and Fione jump off the cliff and into the water. They surface to check if Carl is coming. While Fione tightens Menn's wetsuit, a helicopter made out of creepers and grim reapers secretly lowers a suitcase full of swim gear to Carl*
Carl: D'oh, why'd I agree to do this? I didn't even know I was agreeing to do this.
*Carl quickly slips on the wetsuit, swim socks, and swim helmet on, then jumps off the cliff; Menn and Fione begin to dive down as well.*
Fione: Anyone see a ship yet?
Carl: No!
Menn: Well, I did. I found a ship. It’s drifting about 50 metres down the reef.
Carl: Doesn’t look right to me. What’s wrong with it?
Menn: I’m pretty sure it’s dead.
Carl: Good thinking. What’s its name?
Menn: Eh… it’s called something like “Ningbo San”…?
Carl: “Ningbo San”. It sounds Chinese.
Menn: Ye-es… It’s called “Nanjing”.Carl: “Nanjing”… Hmm.
Fione: I feel like that’s wrong. The name should be a English name. “Suez”.
Carl: Yeah, I agree. “Suez”... “Suez”. Not sure what it means, though.
*Carl finds a large metal piece, connected by springs to another metal piece, which has attached itself to Carl’s leg.*
Carl: Ow…
Menn: That was a spring mechanism, Fione!
Fione: Oh, sorry!
Carl: Yea… Yeah. Sorry about that.
Menn: What?
Fione: I-I was wondering if you were able to fix it.
Carl: Huh? Well, yeah. I was able to fix it. It should be better now. I’m a pretty good leg at fixin' stuff like that.
Fione: Thanks.
Menn: Now let's follow that ship.
*The three swim towards the ship and eventually enter the remains.*
Carl: The treasure's gotta be here somewhere.
Menn: Well, I see you two are right about the name “Suez”. It says “Nanjing Suez”.
Carl: Ooze!
Menn: Can we get back on topic now? Where could that tweasuwe chest be?
*The three walk on the ocean floor of the sunken ship.*
Fione: So, where is that chest then?
Menn: Hmm… I’m not sure if I can tell you…
Fione: Wait, I’m gonna come closer.
Menn: Well, it's pretty dark and open.
Fione: MM... ye... yeah, that's... haunted... well, the treasure chest it there, so.
*Menn and Fione walk into the room; Carl swims in circles nearby.*
*Menn and Fione continue to walk towards the chest until they're about a yard away from the chest when everything rumbles and the dates spot a big, crooked-like shadow peeking out the big hole.
Menn: Oh my, could it be?
Fione: Oh my gosh, it could be!
*Enter... the poorly... drawn... OCTOPUS!!!
*Menn, trembling: Oh, my... oh my. Hey, Mr. Octopus, good Mr. Octopus, we were only here for ten seconds.
*The octopus believes Menn is not telling the truth and is angry. Menn and Fione quickly retreat, taking Carl with them.*
Fione, Menn: Wait, where's Carl?
*The octopus is revealed to have Carl stuck in his arm. He grabs the dates and puts them with Carl as well.*
Octopus: "Say, I'm-a hungry"
Fione: OH NO! HE'S GONNA EAT US ALIVE.
Carl, Menn, Fione: MMMM! MMMM! BLURGLURGLURGLURG! MERMMMMMMFM! JERGLIFUMMERMISHK! SHKERMWORM! HRRRRLFM!
*The three try to nudge out, but it is too late. The octopus puts the three to the side of its mouth (although it looks like the middle from the inside of the mouthfor some reason) and begins to chew and chew s'more.*
Menn: Hey, actually, this is quite cozy.
Carl: Yeah. VERY COZY.
Fione: So vary... COOOOOOzzyyyyy.
Menn: The momiez thing thw world haz ever... to... oh.
Carl: kkkkkkkkkkkkkk MIMIMIMIMIMIMIMIMIMI
*The three fall asleep in the octopus's mouth. The octopus then spits them out, accidentally waking them up.*
Carl: Mm MM MMMMMMM
Menn: MMMMMM
Fione: KYMMMMMMMMMMMNT
Carl: Let get outta here.
*The octopus catches them. He puts them in his mouth again and chews them to sleep. After that, he gets bored and starts humming the classic lullaby. The divers tiredly hum along until they're so tired their souls, hearts, and brains stop and fall asleep and the divers do not move an inch by themselves. Now is the octopus's chance to have lunch.*
Menn: L-LUNCH?! LUNCH! LUNNNNNNCH!!!
*The hungry trio of the bold Menn, the loyal Fione, and the Mean-Green-Splodin'-Machine Carl budge out of his mouth, shoot darts at it until it's dead, and while it respawns, the divers get out their forks, take off their snorkels, and eat his corpse right then and their, whoo.*
Fione: *puts snorkel on* Let's go to survace, nearly out of air!
Carl: Yeah, le-le-le-letz.
Menn: Right next to you, ma'am, sir.
*The three surface ONLY TO FALL BACK DOWN. They wake up moments later.*
Fione: Huh? We stuck here...?
*After Fione gets full conscious back, Menn brings Carl and Fione to his airbag, which he activates so they can all surface.*
Carl: ANY MORE OCTOPUS PEOPLE
*The divers get out their forks, take off their snorkels, and eat his corpse right then and their, whoo. Again, whoo.*
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*Minecraft Steve and Minecraft Alex have a wedding.*
McYum: You may now, kiss the groom.
*Steve and Alex kiss.*
McYum: Now what?
Also McYum: We throw the BIGGEST AND MOST EPIC POOL PARTY EVER LEZ GO
*Everyone is invited to the pool party. They play, dance, swim, snorkel, and have the most awesome and epic and fun time ever. Of course, the night wasn’t perfect, like in these hilarious chapters.*
McYum: I feel a giant pimple coming on.
Minecraft Steve: *shrieks and suffers*
McYum: I didn’t hear you eating my hair off like that
Also McYum's: I don’t think Minecraft Steve was listening
Minecraft Alex: McYum, you look like an elephant.
McYum: I know, this stuff happens when I'm sea sick. MMMBWWEEK
Also McYum: But hey, we did have a blast, all told. And yes, all four of us played lots and lots of Minecraft all night. I just don’t get it.
*Steve and Alex do a duet of DJ Got Us Fallin' In Love.*
Steve: So we back in the club after last nights… party… *laughs*
*Apple Warming Kitchen, turns on DJ Got Us Fallin' In Love instrumentally*
Steve: We do a private show.
McYum: Where?
Steve: It’s very top secret. Just you and I. And Alex, of course.
McYum: Of course, why not?
Alex, wearing the most handsome outfit ever: Because, I met a real man.
*It is SirPops, McYum's nemesis, and he's stolen Steve's ring for himself. They're now in love PERMANENTLY with extra help of a potion.*
McYum: Oh dear, oh dear.
THIS EPISODE ENDED ON A CLIFFHANGER. EVERYONE FELL OFF THE CLIFF AND DIED.
NO MOBS WERE HARMED DURING PREDUCTION. SO THEY'RE ALL STILL ALIVE.
I HAVE BEEN LIED TO BY NOT ONLY MYSELF, BUT THE WAYS OF LIFE AND JESUS CHRIST.
OH WELL, THE END AGAIN