Some time later (approximately one year later, but who's counting?) Dabbler was walking down some hallway somewhere in some section of some part of the Backstage (probably somewhere near some elevator or a cubbyhole or something, but I won't tell you because then Adama would have to diagram it) when all of a sudden he heard a strange whistling sound. He wasn't sure what it was at first, but for some odd reason it reminded him of the library. And then, as the whistling grew louder and more keenly pitched, his eyes opened wide and he remembered where he had heard that sound before.
Before anything else could happen Dabbler jumped over to his right and, with a smug smile on his face, looked upward. Unfortunately what he expected to see was not what he saw. For, instead of a large, leather-bound, and dreadfully heavy book, Dabbler saw a large, falling body careening down from above. And, since a large body is oh so much larger than even the heaviest leather-bound book, merely jumping a bit to the right did not take him out of the falling projectile's path toward ground zero.
KRAK-THUMP!
With a loud smack the large body slammed into the barefoot Author and both of them ended up in a heap on the floor. The mystery body falling from the sky was the first to stir. "Thanks for breaking my fall, dude!" Dabbler shook hs head, trying to gather his wits. His eyes were blurry from the impact, but he had no problem identifying who it was that had fallen on him. The smell eminating from his footwear was unmistakable. "DonkeyShit!" he shouted angrily, which unfortunately only made his head ache even worse.
"Glad you still rememer me man," DonkeyShit smiled. "It's been a long time."
Getting up, Dabbler eyed the uncouth youth. "Yeah, it has been. If you don't mind me asking, where have you been?"
Suddenly DonkeyShit moved into an awkward crouching pose and answered, "Real-- life-- dragging me-- down-- Can-- barely-- hold on--"
"Uh, why are you talking like Captain Kirk?" Dabbler asked.
"Because Kirk kicks ass man!" DonkeyShit shouted with gusto. "Blue chicks, green chicks, white chicks, black chicks, nobody scores like the Kirk can!"
"Oh, uh, ok," Dabbler mumbled. And then he looked up and saw the title of the episode. "Hey, are you really 210lbs?"
DonkeyShit lowered his head in shame and said, "Yeah... I gained a little extra weight. But hey, if it keeps up I'll just sue McDonalds!"
"McDonalds? But why?" Dabbler asked.
"Because everyone else is!" DonkeyShit smiled. "But hey, enough of this small talk, I've got a problem and only you can help me."
"Really? Ok, what is it?" Dabbler said.
"Well, it's about the episode right before this one, and that no-longer-a-generic guard," DonkeyShit started.
"You mean Bryalsepdnthsie Oielytpeiititm?" Dabbler interkected.
"Yeah," DonkeyShit answered. "I've been trying to figure out what the hell that guy's name means."
"WHAT?!? You've been stuck on that name for a whole entire year?" Dabbler said, flabbergasted.
"Well, uh, I mean, um, YEAH DAMMIT! And its ticking me off! So come on man, spill the beans. Just what the hell does Bryalsepdnthsie Oielytpeiititm actually spell????"
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