They don't and the show gets canceled earlier than it did 'cause people made a huge deal about the singing robot and then I get all the Mystery Science Theater robots for myself! OMG YAY! *hugs 'em all* ^^

I wish now for....pie.

((wooah. That's sad...I died while eating my pie. didn't even catch the peoples I was looking--why am I a detective??))

The person IM's you. Unknown to you it's one of those scammers. You get to talking and then they start throwing advertisements at you. "IT'S GOT ELECTROLYTES!"

Electrolytes? Well, that's just what your computer craves! According to the commercial...


So you buy whatever it was that had electrolytes and install it on the computer. Electrolytes are totally not what computers crave.

Your computer explodes and your house catches on fire and then you die. The end.


I wish for...errrr....

ooo! I wanna go to Twin Peaks!

You get King Kong and he eats you.
I wish I could meet Weird Al.
where to buy abortion pill ordering abortion pills to be shipped to house buy abortion pill online

Well, if you're sure...you get well deep into the world of Doom and get eaten by one of the monsters!

I wish for the Infernal Machine..

Is anybody there?!

The ambient light of your torch lights the small entrance to a cave. You and your three fellow comrades enter slowly and cautiously, as you had seen movies featuring booby traps and other monstrousities at the mouth of caves. However, this was no normal cave. It was an egyptian tomb, yes, filled with much treasure, gold, riches, and small delicious snacks.

"Martin, we're in the correct cave right? said Peripheral Control, in her hunting hat that she wore on an expedition to India.

"I believe so ma'am. The map shows all of the features of the surrounding area."

Martin was an expert at maps, in fact, Peripheral Control probably didn't need to ask, she was so confident in his ability. He was a short stalky man, who spent most of his time studying the terrain features of a nearing expedition on Google Earth. Although he was American-French, he talked like an Italian.

"Good."

The team descended further into the cave, studying interesting hyroglyphics and other oddities. They came acrross a small grate on the floor of the cave.

"Steve, examine that grate on the floor there." said Peripheral Control.

Steve was a burly man, good for carrying heavy equipent and artifacts to be found in the cave. His appearance did not display his intelligence though, as he was an absolute expert at identifying artifacts and reading hyroglyphs. Also, he was Scotish.

"Ay, ma'am." said Steve enthusiastically as he bent down on his kness and looked down int the grate.

"I can see something glimmering, I can't tell what it is though." said Steve.

"Look closer." said Peripheral Control.

There was a sudden rumbling, and some dust fell from the ceiling of the cave. As fast as one could blink, a heavy door fell from the ceiling, obliterating Steve's back.

Steve was dead.

"Oh my gosh!!" exclaimed Peripheral Control in horror, "How will we get out?"

Luckily, the team's fourth member was a logic professor, by the name of Chuck.

"Well, there's a way out of this place because there's no way that they could've built that stone wall and installed it without making an exit." said Chuck.

Chuck grew up on the streets New York, New York.

Then, in a blur, darts darted out of dart holes in the cave walls, sticking into Chuck. Chuck died instantly of poison.

Martin and Peripheral control ran down the hallway as fast as possible. A stone door slowly colsed before them. Peripheral Control, as fast and agile as she was, slid under the door just as it closed. Martin was not so lucky. He hit the stone door without a torch, in pitch blackness.

"Peripheral Control! Help me please!" Martin shouted.

"I'll see what I can do."

MArtin tryed to look around but to no avail, he imagined two red eyes in the darkness, and rubbed his eyes only to see they were still there.

"PERIPHERAL CONTROL!!! Help me please!! Something's in the room!! Help! Help! Ah! AHHH! Help me please!!!"

Peripheral Control listened in horror as she could hear Martin being torn to shreds alive, and screaming for her to help. Peripheral Control began crying as she knew she was most likely going to die. She wished she could be in an episode of Tales of the Crypt. Actually, what she got was much better, upon a podium was the entire boxset for Tales of the Crypt. Peripheral Control smiled as she ran over and grabbed it from it's reasting position. unfortunately, the florr gave way as she did so, and she found her self falling... and falling.. and falling.. until she hit a spike.

"Oh dang it, I wanted to watch this!" were Peripheral Control's final words as she stared at the ceiling which seemed miles above her.

She blinked and fouind herself in a tunnel at which the end was a bright light. She walked towards it and entered it's splender. Unfortunately, neither grandma nor Elvis nor Stevie Ray Vaughan wre here, just Mr. Sinistar.


I really hope that didn't creep you out too much


I wish I was Chuck only more invincible.