The Planet of Retarded Possums And Other Majestic Shit

A Useless Moment That Keeps Our Heroes From Entering the Void And Also Elevators

*It has been almost three months since the writer has added anything to the story, the narrator has committed suicide four times but has been unable to stay dead, and Dave is still rotting in hell. Steve and friends are trapped inside the scientific institute, battling the demons of Writers Block. It is just now they have received word that the story will continue*

Steve was resourceful, and having survived only off vending machine candy and his own urine, had now become a savior to many at the Institute. Steve had only two goals, to escape the hell that had become his new home, and to nail Dr. Clarissa, the sweetest piece of ass this side of the now non existent and heavily polluted Mississippi river basin.

Meanwhile, Shane had gone completely insane, and had now even resorted to using Bean as company. Bean, who didn't understand what was going on, had become trapped in an elevator shaft because she was a stupid fucking idiot. Also she was small and easily unnoticed.

Hazmat Raccoon, also known as Mike (From Accounting), was also intent on nailing the Doctor. "She could cure me with her white hot passion," Hazmat Raccoon mused to the elevator shaft that Bean was enclosed in.

"Ur gay," said a small voice from fifty three floors below. "Shut up, I hope the demons get you and everyone forgets about how insignificant you are in the storyline," Hazmat Raccoon shot back. Bean squealed faintly. Shane stopped by with a large rope and a sandwich, and lowered it down the small hole that lead to Bean.

"How you doing down there Bean?" Shane asked nonchalantly.

"I found a friend! And I followed into a heating vent! But this friend had a long tail and looked more like a large mouse...and also I had a seizure and it smells like pickles!"

"That's great Bean".