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Rejects in Blunderland [[An otherwise dark room with a bright tv illuminating the characters.]] / Guide: Come now, put that aside and let us see what this new world has to offer. / Alex: ...huh? / [[The darkness is broken by colors, the puppy, Seymour, runs out the door.]] / Alex: Dude... what's up with all those colors? / [[In...
Rejects in Blunderland [[Alex and Guide stand in front of the door to Alex's reality. Seymour goes bounding down a hill.]] / Guide: The fried-chicken rainstorm was amazing, wasn't it? And you made it happen! / Alex: What d'ya mean I "made it happen"? / [[Alex and Guide stand talking about Blunderland.]] / Guide: Well, this is...
Rejects in Blunderland [[Alex and Guide stand in front of a long row of freestanding doors.]] / Guide: Thank you for restoring me, sir! Now what say we try one of these other realities? / Alex: I'd rather play a video game or give you boobs again... but... oh, whatever... / [[Alex is pushing open a tall door with a smiley face...
Rejects in Blunderland [[Alex is running towards a brick wall.]] / [[Alex hides behind that wall.]] / Alex: *PANT* I think I... *PANT* ... I lost it... / [[Chuck looks over the freestanding wall at Alex while Guide consoles him.]] / Chuck: Hey, little guy, don't be afraid of ol' Chuck. I have no intention of harming you. / Guide:...
Rejects in Blunderland [[Seymour walks through a doggy door with a smiling dog on it.]] / Narrator: Elsewhere... / [[Seymour is sitting on a path looking at a world filled with doggy pleasures.]] / [[Seymour looks with large eyes at the world in front of him.]] / Seymour: ... F!@# yeah!
 
Rejects in Blunderland Alex: Why are we doing this again? / Guide: We are guests here and Chuck's offer was a generous one. / Alex: Do we have to? / Guide: Yes, Master Alex. / Chuck: I'm so glad you could join me. This isn't much fun to do all on my own. I just have one question... / [[Alex, Guide, and Chuck are sitting at...
Rejects in Blunderland [[Alex and Guide walk back into Blunderland.]] / Guide: Ah, it is good to be back! Now, do tell me more about yourself, Master Alex! What is it you enjoy? / Alex: Like what? Do you want to know what games I like? / Guide: I would most assuredly enjoy hearing about them! / [[Alex is deep in thought, thinking...
Rejects in Blunderland [[Guide is holding a list in his hand.]] / Guide: Due to the unfortunate encounter with one Stubbs the Zombie, I've assembled a list of things you should refrain from thinking about, Master Alex. / Alex: Great... this sounds like a blast. Just hand it here already. / [[A view of the list.]] / List: #1:...
Rejects in Blunderland [[The Exploding Rosanne Cheney Raptor Zombie is downhill from Guide and Alex, gun in hand searching for them.]] / Alex: What do we do now, Guide? / Guide: Master Alex, you must think of something to take the place of that thing. / Alex: I don't get it. Why can't you just think of something? / Guide: It's...
Hello Kitty Seymour: This place is so frickin' awesome! Green grass, no humans, all dogs, lots of toys... it's perfect! / [[Seymour looks at a sign that says "NO DOGS ON SIDEWALK" "OBEY THE CLAW"]] / Seymour: Well that's weird. I wonder what it means? / [[A giant cat steps up behind Seymour.]] / Fluffy: What have we...
 
Yesterday I was a Cat [[Guide leans on what remains of the giant Twinkie while Alex shuffles fistfuls of Twinkie into his mouth.]] / Guide: Master Alex, I think it would be best if you took a moment to breath. / Alex: Mmm... but it's sooo... mmm... good. / [[Alex pauses to ask a question.]] / Alex: *COUGH* Hey, wait a sec....
Up a Tree [[Guide is remembering being turned into a cat and chased up a tree by Seymour.]] / Guide: Seymour didn't just turn me into a kitty and chase me up an imagined tree, he... well, to quote the people of your reality: he left me hanging. / [[A firehydrant appears out of nowhere catching Seymour's attention.]] / [[Seymour...

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