(The three watch Dr. No on rewind while Rhyk frantically multitasks and attempts to convince them of something else who cares he's a second class citizen really)
Rival: Quiet down, Chrono!
Rival: You too, you wily robot!
(Flashman puts down his head)
Rival: Rhyk I mean! How did you even get in here?
Moondo: The laundry chute.
Rival: This is a castle! Why would there be a laundry chute?
Moondo: The same reason there is a tape of Dr. No episodes a working TV and VCR and axes swinging down at us every two seconds: we're not watching fast enough.
Rival: Shut up! I knew that.
Rival: I'm not telling you again, Rhyk.
Fred: Guys these mints are really good
Tyler: They look kind of sugarey.
Golem: And sharp.
Tyler: That's just a detail, Golem. Don't get wrapped up in it.
Fred: It just adds to the flavour guys. Now are you helping me trap us in here further or what?
Golem: I guess the Castle's kind of cozy in it's own murderous way.
Tyler: There's no Cable in the Castle. Or internet connection.
Golem: We don't even have a computer. I'm actually starting to feel kind of dizzy.
Fred: I have mad trickszxxx for that (injects a syringe labeled "internet" into his arm)
Tyler: It's settled then. We're staying for the night, and if we decide we like it, we're staying.
(Rhyk in the other room desperately holds the two walls apart as they try to crush Moondo and Rival who are still watching)
Moondo: Who's a better spy? Me, or Sean Connery?
Rival: The answer's pretty obvious, STUPID. I'm the better spy.
Moondo: I meant between Myself and Sean Connery, Rival, if you need second clarification.
Rival: I told you already, I'm the winner. I'd kill you both and your little contest would be over.
Moondo: Oh. Who has cooler gadgets, me or-
Rival: Okay, that's it. You tell us to watch Dr. No backwards, and now you're giving us guff? I oughtta pop you one.
Moondo: Come on, Rival. Rhyk is one of us. I built him with my bare bleeding hands. My hands still shake from the trials and-
Rival: (Backhands Moondo) This place is boring. Let's go kill those other dweebs and get out of here.
(Rhyk, finding that Rival has finally decided that, sighs in relief, and wipes his forehead. He then realises that A) he is a robot and does not sweat B) he was holding the wall from crushing him. Hilarity ensues.)
Tyler: Let's go exploring, at least.
Golem: According to my research, this Castle was built in 1985 to King Ultra the Pibbth, Lord of Tennis. His greed for Tennis victories and Dr. Pepper-esque carbonated beverages led to his end in 1992 by the OG fourteen point five, and they still say his spirit haunts this castle to this day.
Fred: A spirit haunts my pants so now I can't grab onto ladders while I'm jumping
Tyler: Watch out! Barrels!
(Indeed! Tyler expertly spotted a trio of barrels HEADING THEIR WAY! However it was because they were moving towards the upright and non-mobile barrels)
Golem: Hit the deck!
Tyler: You mean jump, right?
Golem: Yeah, that really should have been my first impulse, but for the past few days I've been listening to the book on tape: the words "press down" 32,526 times in a row.
Fred: Wait! They aren't made of wood! They're made of Cardboard, the 5th element!
Tyler: I feel so betrayed.
(Suddenly, a man in a cape and hat and mask appears in a upper balcony of the hallway with a rapier. He grabs a bloody curtain and rides it down)
Man: I am The Phantom of the OG! THEEEEE PHAAAAANNNNTOOOMMM OF THE OGPERAAAAAAA
HEE LIIIIVEESSSS INSSIIIDDEEEE YOUUUURRRR MIIIINNNDDDDDD
Tyler: This isn't a castle! This is a stage! Golem, where did you find that story about the castle?
Golem: I, I thought it'd be more interesting! This is pretty bad of us though, not noticing. I'm especially disappointed in you.
Phantom: WIIILLLLLDDDDD THIIIIINNNGGGGSSS GOOOOO BOOOOOMMMMM, IINNNNN DEXXXXTEEERRRRR'SSSS LAAAAAAAAAAAB!!!!
Tyler: Yeah, the audience really should have tipped us off. Well, considering I'm the movie buff, I know what happens next.
Fred: What taste lies upon said horizon thusly?
Tyler: SWORD FIGHTE
(Musketeers, Pirates, Ninjas, Cowboys, Robin Hood and the Sherrif, Feuding Italian families, SwordMaster, Vorpal, Masamune, Murasame, Luiigii, 300 spartans, 7 level 20/20 Swordmasters, Pincushion, Horatio Hornblower and Tiger Woods all enter the room charging and begin a huge sword fight, not engaging our heroes but being really distracting)
Fred: Needs vinegrette which is like vinegar and regret mixed together. HE IS ESCAPING THO
Tyler: Fred's right, we've got to kill that guy. We'll have to capture the woman he loves and take her to the highest tower.
Golem: I've got her right here. Bound and gagged.
Golem: Yeah, she didn't even struggle when I used the bicycle wheel to-
Tyler: There's no time! Highest tower!
(The three hole up at the highest point of the highest tower and it collapses. The three run from certain doom by rushing back on breaking bricks)
Tyler: Okay, second highest tower, then!
(Our heroes climb it, only to find the Phantom at the top, holding a knife to Colin Mockerie's throat)
Tyler: You kill him, we, uh, leave this fine young woman with Golem.
Golem: I'll take really good care of your wife, sir. Scout's honor. She likes Sega, right?
Fred: SHOOT THE GIRL
Phantom: Touching. But you cannot beat a Ghost Dad! (Turns ethereal and approaches them menacingly before another ghost stabs him through the stomach with a tennis racket)
Tyler: He wasn't my real Ghost Dad
Fred: Twix' I saw an apparation b'fore mine eyes
Howling gently from summer sunlight so bewitch'd
fondling closely yonder otherwordly life
dost I AM ERROR (42EEG)
Golem: I told you he was real!
King Ultra: You damn kids better get off my lawn!
(Rhyk's arm turns into a ghost containment unit and sucks up King Ultra)
King Ultra: No! I had nearly constructed another earthly body of Pibb and Tennis! I- I- AARHGHGHHGH~`~~~~~~~~ Please hang up, and try your afterlife again. This is a recording.
Rival: Okay, great, have a group hug, and then we're leaving. I'm hungry.
Director: Oh, so, you think you can escape?
Tyler: You! Go back to Mt. Rushmore! I'm tired of your false advertising!
Director: I figured you wouldn't be there anytime soon, since traffic is pretty bad, so I figured I'd direct a play and-
Golem: Get out of here!
Fred: Every handful is different
Tyler: You tell him, Rhyk!
Director: Fiiiineee. (Jumps in the Directacopter and flies off into the sunset)
Fred: Will we ever see him again
Tyler: I don't know, Fred. I just don't know.
Golem: I do! The answer is-
Rival: Shutup, Frosty the Snowman! No spoilers!
Golem: Frosty the-?
(Rhyk turns to Golem and points out his own scarf)
Golem: Yeah, I got you, my carrot nose is similar. Still, that's pretty hurtful!
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