Tropers: The Series

"We be pirates we love to sail the seven seas! Just a bunch o' scallwags who are free as free can be. We swim storm and waves all because you see. Grand treasure and adventure's waiting just for me~"

"heh, you're not Sasha Buckler."

"I'm in! Robots, you coming?"

"Sure, why not. It'll be a nice break."

"You can bet we're coming! It's the first time any of us have been to an aquarium."

Zerobot nods enthusiastically. "And since we're all pretty much the same person, there really isn't a question of whether I'm coming."

Hours in the future, but not many...

AP advances down a corridor cautiously. Suddenly, spikes come down from the ceiling, and he leaps back to avoid the trap. The spikes are gone as quickly as they appeared, and he reminds himself that everything around him is cloaked in genericism.

The present

Lil' Pete turns on in my glasses. "I have this feeling that something is ticking down, somewhere. Something important is coming, and we don't have much time left."

I think about it for a second. "Hey, "not much time" could mean all sorts of things. We could be safe for another month, just like "not many" can be up in the hundreds. When you don't know, you don't know. Still, though, since you're an AI, you don't just get meaningless hunches, so I'll look into it."

"After the aquarium, though."

"Yeah."

"So, in not much time."

"I'm sure you don't have many objections."

"Also we get to go backstage to the orca pool. So that's pretty cool I guess."

"Also, Mr. Meddling has been given a closed-casket funeral."

"I think it's episode 16."

"I heard Dr. Kujo will be coming to the aquarium"

Taco looked around. "Haven't you guys already been to the aquarium?"

"Yarr, we be goin' back there one last time, ye landlubber" I be sayin' in poirate speak fer no good reasin'.

"Right...."

"Alright."

(Jump Cut to the aquarium)

"So, we're not going to have it be like that theme park episode, where we didn't go to the theme park at all. Understand?"

In the background, Blizzardeye furiously scribbles something down in a notebook while observing some fish.

"A fish! My arch nemesis..."

I get in a fighting stance, just in case someone attacks.

"Bev! These fish are friendly!"

"Are you sure? That fish looks like it has a dark backstory." Urnrose gestures towards a fish with an eyepatch and a cut lip.

"Dude, that's not a fish. That's an orca. Her name is Orla, and she's one of their two orcas. They perform in the Swashbuckler Spectacular."

"And how can you talk? You're nothing but cinders."

"How dare you! I am not just cinders, I am an urn! You can't just say things about people and expect them not to react!" Urnrose tuns off bawling white sad music plays. The audience track plays prerecorded sympathetic sounds.

"Cut that out! He's just an urn, audience!"

The audience track gasps and boos at Talesof Under.

I shoot the audience-o-matic with a cannon.

Sigh "Again?"

Zack looks at a starfish. "Hey this starfish is from Morioh!"

"You know, technically, Penroses is an urn and cinders, and thus is not "just" either one."

Yeah, I ignore any sentence that starts with "technically."

Technically, that sentence started with "You".

Ignoring.

"Actually, that punchline was stolen from xkcd."

"You fool! Now Randall Munroe will sue us!"

Taco looked at Zero and his posse. "Hey, I haven't seen Gangrenous F or Cthulhy in a while..."

"Oh yeah, where are those guys?"