PascalOfPiers

"How did this happen? No really. How did this happen?" Magolor asked. "Uh…we were just walking and then…we just ended up here." Marx said. "Ooooh, are we at the beach? Look at all the sand." Lacky said. "Does it look like a beach? There's no water! Nothing but dry air!" 02 shouted. "Kirby thristy…" Kirby said. Marx, Magolor, Kirby, 02, and Lacky stood in the middle of a scorching hot desert, looking around in all directions to see if they could find a way out. "There doesn't seem to be anything but sand. Not even a single cactus in sight…" Magolor said. He floated up a bit higher to see if he can get a better view. "

[Magolor] Aww man Get your gears ready it's about to go down Everybody in the place hit the upper deck But stay on all of your toes We running this, let's go [Magolor & Marx] I'm on a boat I'm on a boat Everybody look at me cause I'm sailing on a boat I'm on a boat I'm on a boat Take a good hard look at the giant floating boat [Magolor] I'm on a boat everybody take a look at us Straight flowing on a boat leaving space dust Busting five knots, wind whipping out my cloak You can't stop me everybody cause I'm on a boat I'm chilling old school, I'm on a boat, fool We drinking apple flavored cider, cause it's so cool I go