One Sentence Story: The Escapr from the Unity

[Kassiopeia]

One of his pious friends heard her wrong, looked at her in horror and said, "but Sister Miriam, you are to be chaste!"

[History Guy]

It was then that Pigtree Olliphant-Jones lifted the Believer banner on high, and slammed it down onto his own toe, before removing it, and sticking into the ground (and commencing to jump around in circles holding his foot and saying "Ow, Ow, Ow..."), claiming it as Believer territory.

[Kassiopeia]

Then one of the authors noticed that he had made a most embarrassing typo in his earlier post and had written "his pious friends" instead of "her pious friends", therefore, after questioning the purity of Sister Miriam, questioned her gender - and the perception of the readers - as well.

[History Guy]

A rock then bounced off the said writer's forehead, and the story continued, as Yang finally released his pinky, only to get his thumb caught by the same device.

[Mr. President]

"What's going on?!" asked Deirdre, reaching out in the dark and hearing a scream as she poked someone in the eye.

[Gnool]

"I don't know, I can't see a thing" screamed the pokee holding his/her eye as s/he writhed in politically correct pain.

[History Guy]

"Well, I don't like it," continued Deirde, "it's so dark...and Yang is singing 'I'm the Great Pretender' again..."

[Kassiopeia]

The author, now having a nasty dent in his forehead and half blind, promptly proceeded to shoot himself to rid himself of the story, only to miss his head by some two feets and killing Yang in a frenzy of complete and utter absurdity.

[History Guy]

Yang coughed and fell to the ground, preparing to say something really really deep, before he realized that the shot had bounced off his body armor and collided into the poor, poked-in-the-eye individual, and so he began to sing: "I em de gweat pwetenda...pwetendan I'm doong whale!"

[Kassiopeia]

Appalled that he wasn't a person able enough to even rid himself from this plane of existence, the writer finally disappeared from the ship as the bulkhead gave way to stress and opened up for a millisecond, allowing the air pressure to blow the hapless author out to deep space, where asphyxiation, or optionally burning to ashes in the atmosphere of Chiron, awaited him.

[History Guy]

Deirdre, sick of this buffoonery, came along and gave the writer a good sock in the jaw, to which he responded, "Thanks...I needed that."

[Kassiopeia]

"Well, this is just nice, now this has no sense at all, I mean how could you Deirdre wander off to freakin' SPACE to hit me, can you tell me that, milady", the writer asked, while remaining somewhat flushed due to the 'gentle' touch of the lady - and apparently not stuck in deep space facing certain death, like any other sucky authors should be.

[History Guy]

"Well, darn it all," replied Deirdre (after giving the writer another sock in the jaw, compliments of History Guy), "if you've noticed, we've landed, and we haven't actually left the pod, and so I have no idea what on earth you are going on about."

[Kassiopeia]

"Stop hitting me, it's making me... aroused."

[History Guy]

After hearing this, Yang stopped his singing and walked over and wacked the writer on the head and locked him in a trunk, and immediately afterward, the story commenced moving along.