Luke McAwesome

I honesty don't know how Melody is going to get out of this one... Maybe her luck has finally ran out. I don't even think Clyde can fix this mess.

Happy birthday, everyone! May your day be filled with birthday wishes and lots of LEGO excitement!

Well, we were, but she's been a big bully lately. Honestly, I'm not a Dragon, but still, I just don't care what happens to people who try to ruin your life and prevent you from having a little fun now and again. She's so serious about everything now... I still have fun in my line of work... sometimes... It's strict job, but somebody has to clean up this joint. And I still have Peter. Plus, if Betta comes back... Not ao aure about you liking me at all, but I would really love if I could have a new friend...

Wait... How many votes are needed to lynch?

Er... /reads script I mean, there is a few old friends here... do you wish to go catch up with them, Lord Gregor?

This is going to be a long trip. *pulls out barrel and sits* Well, there certainly is a lot of old friends here. Pleas,e pull up some chairs. We should catch up.

This has to be a joke... No tables? Where's the chairs? Please don't tell me we're sitting on the floor?

"Wow! Look at this stuff! Guys, come down here!" "Mark... help me climb down, please," said Melody. Mark took her hand and helped her climb down. The ladder, tall as it was, Melody was not afraid. They were at least 50 feet above the ground. CC was lucky to have landed on a conveyor belt that lay bunched up. "Oooooh..." Mark felt queasy. "Mark, don't look down, you're my guide here," said Melody. He disobeyed, just like she had earlier. "Heck no!" he yelled and began ascending. The group was already climbing down, but Mark tried climbing up, anyway. "Mark! NO!" *CRACK!* He stepped on one bar that Garviel was on, too. They looked into each other's eyes and Garviel mouthed a few words that Mark would always remember. "Oh no you didn't." Their combined weight couldn't hold them, and cracked a few more bars above them. "AAAAAAH!" Everyone fell a few bars. Mark fell and landed on another jumbled conveyor belt. He was fine. "Stop moving! You're going to make it break more!" CC yelled from the ground. They didn't listen, and tried to regain control over the ladder. They lost. "Melody! Hold on!" Zach yelled from above Garviel. She whimpered and looked at how far up she really was. Oh great, the waterfall all over again. she thought. The bar she was holding on to was rusted. It snapped and she fell on a wooden workbench. A loud *SNAP!* could be heard from above. "MELODY!" Zach screamed. "Another one bites the dust," Jack whispered to himself. () Clyde stared down at the young woman with no emotion what-so-ever. She didn't stir, she just lay there, broken. "Get down here!" CC yelled up to them and ran over to Melody. 40 seconds later, the group was running over to the destroyed table. Her legs and arms were twisted in impossible ways, and blood was pouring from the back of her head. She had cracked her head open on the fall. "Broken..." Zach whispered. "Why, God, why?!" CC yelled to the sky. Zach grabbed her left arm and felt if there was a pulse. "No pulse!" "What are we going to do?!" asked CC. I figured maybe I needed to have one BIG last thing happen to poor Melody. It's up to you whether she'll be saved or not.

Yes! Wait... No, sorry... I'll stop.

Bye-bye Ethel. I'm gonna miss you... but I'll be better of without you doubting me all the time.

Thanks, Peter. *hugs* And, after all this time, I can' believe I'm doing this, but... Vote: Ethel/Adam I'm sorry.

Please, stop it, Ethel. Why are you being so mean? All I want is to have a nice friend that's in the same line of work as me... Is that too much to ask? But no, I have to have a friend that doubts me, and my life. So be it. Peter, I need to be comforted.

Don't talk about Peter like that! Just because everyone mistreats you and your stupid Sir Mops-a-lot 3000 mop, doesn't mean you have to take it out on me, Ethel! Maybe if you were kinder you would have more than me as a friend. And I have plenty of friends! Let's see, there's... there's... um... what about Hugh? Do you count me as a friend, Hugh?

I have to disagree, Ethel. Peter doesn't treat me badly. And plus, if you quit the accent, which you have suddenly, maybe you'll be treated fairly, as well. I love my job, even if it does involve working with rude, stuck-up people, but I still think it pays off to be here. And fine, Lt. Victor, for the sake of our King and Queen's security... Unvote: Lt. Victor/Bob the construction man I swear, you better keep them safe, or I will hit you with a mop, and shove it down your throat.

Last night I made a BrickLink order for my first couple of Fabuland figures, an aviator raven for a scene, and a certain sailor walrus for a diorama or two. All for only ten bucks, including shipping and handling! That's a good deal for those guys!

We must do it ourselves. What about outsiders? They could have brought this plague with them! Any ideas?

"The Lost World" by John Williams. It's pretty obvious where it comes from. ... No? Okay, fine. It's from The Lost World: Jurassic Park. But it's an awesome little song, even if it doesn't have any lyrics.

This nonsense is getting us nowhere! The Queen is right, if we are going to make a conviction tonight, we must do it now! My vote for Victor still stands.

Hewkii's right... that's Shadows' job.

This is impossible. I wish you wouldn't challenge me like this, because no matter how much cutting and gluing is needed, I will do this. *stabs bricks with fork and leaves*

I think she's possesed by an evil fork that has rendered her mouth useless, and it's making her talk in Stauderish, a foreign toastic language of which I don't even know of. Wait, what? Oh, I don't care. I'm just hungry. Chef Walter, what is on the menu today?

Ugh... major embarassment... I didn't see the "End of Chapter 1" thing... Can't wait for chapter 2, though... If I'm not kicked off by then. Please don't whip me.

"Ah! There it is!" *Jurassic Park theme song* *helicopter flying towards Isla Nublar* Well, at least I know I can leave this madness if I stay in my room for a little while... I could certainly use a nap.

*crack* When are we going to arrive at the Manor?

Nice little vig! It's also very sad... I feel sorry for that poor litle guy!