"OW"!
OUCH!
"I officially HATE cars."
Agreed.
The sun was uncomfortably aimed right into my eyes through the side window (or what was left of it) and from what I could tell the car was on its side. There was a pain like no other shooting through my... foreleg... never gonna get used to that, and it appears to have become trapped underneath a part of the car, which I'm somehow only now noticing is a DeLorean. "COOL! I just crashed the car they used in back to the future!" YEOUCH! right, my... foreleg... seriously, when does saying that get easy?
Eventually the two of us are gonna get slammed together like two semi-trucks fully loaded with IKEA furniture crashing head-on at 50 miles an hour.
"WHAT."
Yep. Get comfy, it only gets funner from here.
"What part of this is FUN?"
Well, look at it like an adventure, only you're slowly becoming someone else.
"You're describing a B-rated psychological horror flick, not an adventure."
Well, excuse me.
You, know, it takes that mo- OW!- ment of crippling realization to finally see when you're-
HEY.
I was gonna say doomed.
Oh, that's okay then.
-doomed, and in that, and only that moment, do you see the way out. My way out was warping reality. The problem is it seems to accelerate the fusion process, so I'll need to use this power I've been granted sparingly, or risk getting pressed together with another consciousness like two conflicting sandwich toppings. Also, apparently I don't need to speak out loud to communicate with my mental roommate, just think out loud. Makes sense. I'd better get started, -Screwball, can you turn this car into something easy to escape from?-
OOH, how about bubbles!? OOH OOH, or PACKING PEANUTS!?
Let's go with the packing peanuts.
YIPPEE!, OVER THE RIVER AND PAST THE GUMS, LOOK OUT PHYSICS, ENEMY PLANE ON YOUR SIX!
I'm not even gonna try to decipher that sentence. With that, the car collapsed in a flurry of Styrofoam pellets shaped like the letter, I mean number 8. The letter 8? Where'd that come from? Now, I'm worried. What if I'm one stray thought away from being spliced with Screwball? I need to be more careful, or the mission might be in jeopardy. Wait, what? What mission? Oh, no.
Would you calm down? You're going to get a worrywart. Those, at least the one on the lady's face from that show with the squirrel kid, are not pretty
Heh, Nobody but me seems to remember the cartoon Squirrel boy, it's nice to get some recognition. It wasn't the best, or the worst, but I mean c'mon it EXISTED. You know, a lot of cartoons disappeared off of the face of the earth after they got cancelled. It's disappointing. I hope that doesn't happen too much more, or we're ALL in trouble. Speaking of which, I managed to climb my way to the surface of the pile of packing peanuts.