Oh my God, they're coming out of the walls!!!!!

On another plane of existence.
Half past fish.
He sat at the pinnacle of his couch pondering the greatest way of
fishing for cars in Manchester, when rather unexpectedly, a enormous
oversized lump of orange peel soared through the huge gap in his wall
(which had previously been occupied by a window). He spat on the
edge of his desk, and then sharpened it by the means of a corkscrew
he kept for that very purpose.
"What the hell do you want?" he bellowed at the orange peel.
The orange peel neglected to answer.
"I've given you more than you deserve already, be gone with you."
The orange peel just festered and started to break up and become
rancid.
"NOOO!!!," he screamed, trying hard not to be engulfed by the putrid
smell of rotten oranges, "I will not give in."
However, after about ten minutes, he couldn't stand it any longer and
had to get out of the room. He reached for the door, and as he did
so started to feel faint, as the orange peel tried to drain all his
vigour away from him, so as to thwart his getaway. He struggled to
pull open the door, but his hands had begun to ache all of a sudden.
The stench was overpowering him now, and it didn't seem long until
the orange peel succeeded in overwhelming
him. He gave up on the door, as he knew that the control of the
orange was immense enough to stop him from opening it, and determined
as an alternative to call for assistance.
As fate must have decreed, somebody happened to be walking past at
that very moment, and quickly managed to save him from the room.
"What the hell is happening in there?" he screamed at the man, as he
dragged him away from the door, closing it behind him. The man just
kept mumbling over and over again, "It's all my fault, it's all my
fault, we're all going to die."
His rescuer, not knowing what to do, decided to drive the man to the
hospital where, after a few gentle administrations from a soggy lump
of iceberg lettuce, he finally came through but was unable to
remember anything that happened to him.
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Zack sat up groggily, as he tried to remember where he was. As he
slowly began to focus on his surroundings, he realised he was in his
laboratory, on the floor. No wait a minute.... He was in his
DOUBLE's laboratory. Zack had met up with his counterpart, who apart
from being overfunded, and three years younger than him, was pretty
much identical to him. In exchange for a snazzy new bit of
scientific equipment, which was being transfered between ships at
this very moment, Zack had agreed to show Zack2 some of
his "breakthrough"s in the field of chemistry. Zack glanced over at
his younger, unconscious counterpart, and shook his head. The youth
of today, no stamina.... He reached for the vial full of glittering
yellow liquid again.....
(OOC.- Sorry for the lack of posts, but I've had a nasty spate of
exams. Last one was today, which would probably explain my
inebriated state.... Yeah, sure, use Zack in the Pie (he aint got no
beard either...). Well, weren't you getting a bit bored of Flan.
Couldn't we do with some Pie....?)