[h2]Dirk Messir - Smooth Fish Partying[/h2]
It looked like all the boys were back in town now then now. It was all the best. They'd battol the minions of Minion Master, and he will be defeated in rapid speed timings, with the Divine Purpose said to do it now, immediately, do it.

[i]You aren't going fast enough Idiot! Stop going backwards Slowpoke![/i]

But he's going forwards. The Divine Purpose told him so.

...no wait. I am moving in the wrong direction. I guess this is what's the thing is now. Oh, it's that Ninjask who has the face beard, but not any more, since he looks without seeing being there's no seeing him tonight. He's very difficult to see, you see.

[i]How are you always barely coherent, you utter reject?[/i]

'No shush Derek, the nice man is saying the words,' Dirk said, his head tilting as the lad said- oh wait his name is Smiff. Smift said that they wanted to do sneaking around. But then Dirk couldn't get to the fight.

[i]You'd fail anyway Moron! You're so pathetically weak Loser![/i]

'No, Jamewithaniintheexactmiddle, that's you,' he murmured, still headtiltthinking to himstilt. Stilts are nice. He could have time for stilts if he did the best thing. And the Divine Purpose had there was it said he would heave sad go to the chin, and do that with Taylor Smith. But a problem said itself.

'I actually don't into the hide,' I pronounce in quiet. 'It's what has there's me, okay. And the Divine Purpose tells me to do the thing. Which I do. Which is a good yes.' He untilted to retilt the other way, then fully untilted properly that time the there. 'Yes, okay. We can steal their coats.' He needed coats. He never had a coat before the guy who Slick was at Click Town with took there coat, and Dirk liked it, so he needed to get more coat. It was nice. So they had to go then. Where to go? Not into the fight area, probelly.