Hippie: *Sitting sedately atop a green llama* Good evening, my faithful disciples, It's been a while.
Argument: When you think about the bigger picture, it really hasn't been that long, Hippie.
Hippie: Ignore the nonbelievers, disciples, as they do not understand the mysterious mood I am trying to create and insist on being annoying.
bubbles: I don't know if it's the term disciples or the non-use of contractions, but I am getting a very bad feeling about this. Also, why are you on top of a llama?
Hippie: I'm testing how well their training is going, of course.
Bubbles: Alright, then why is it green?
Hippie: I just feel like llamas should be green, you know? Green is their colour, man.
Argument: There is absolutely no logic behind that statement.
Hippie: Is there any reason why they shouldn't be green?
Argument: Oh, uh - well, um...
Argument: I give up.
Hippie: Anyway, my dear followers-
Bubbles: If you're going to have followers, you should at least name them. You can't keep calling them disciples or followers or whatever.
Hippie: Hmmm, you have a point. But what should I call them? *Looks down at llama, then back up again, then down another time* I honestly have no idea.
Argument: Am I the only one who thinks that maybe that's a good thing?
*Conversation ends as a shrill, glass-shattering scream echoes through the... thing*
Bubbles: I guess Drama's home, then.
Drama: Everyone, I have terrible news! We're all going to DIE!
Argument: Like we were all going to die last time?
Drama: Exactly! Wait...
Hippie: Chill guys, it's all good - we'd reincarnate into a flower or something.
Drama: Doesn't anybody want to know WHY we're going to die?
Hippie: Hmm, I still need a name for my disciples.
Bubbles: Considering we didn't want to know the last dozen times-
Drama: It's because of the Goldfish!
Argument: *Muttering* Of course it is...
Bubbles: Uh... Why Goldfish, exactly?
Drama: Well, remember how our friend - how about we refer to her as Goldfish from now on, ok? - was the planned sacrifice for the aliens? Apparently she heard about it and has amassed an army of evil Goldfish to fight back!
Argument: Why EVIL Goldfish? Goldfish aren't evil, are they?
Hippie: *Steering her wandering llama back towards the others* Actually, they are. You can feel it in their auras.
Argument: Ok then, but how does an army of evil Goldfish lead to our deaths?
Drama: Thanks to Violence being a general in the Alien-Illuminati army, we're at the top of their hit list!
Argument: Huh. So we really could die. And at the hands of Goldfish, too. Not how I thought I would go.
Drama: No! I refuse to die at the hands of fish! Stock the secret bunker, we have to prepare for the worst!
Hippie: Llamas! That's it! I'll call my disciples llamas!
Bubbles: I really, REALLY need a vacation.