“That can't be a sewer there, this side of town is on a septic system.” Trish mumbled. She took a pile of tampons and put them under Belinda's head.

She pushed away from Belle and looked up in the sky. She reached up and grabbed Ozoneocean by the wrists. “Listen Aussie, it was a gas leak cover for a temporal disturbance created by the MiBs working for the United Nations Intelligence Command.”

She smacked him across the face a couple of times until she realized he liked it. “I worked in porn and you are just not well. Send me a script and we'll talk.”

Trish faded back into world of typed fiction on the message board of Drunk Duck.

Belle opened one eye, “I liked his ending better.”

Trish rose and rubbed her hands together as the Army Corps of engineers arrived to clean up the rubble, except all the workers were wearing dark sunglasses. In the middle of the night. "Hey, everybody, how abut breakfast! My treat, and then all of you are invited to the set to see the shooting of the next installment of the cable seriesMask of the Aryans!"

OK
I think we need to start again.
We've learned some lessons here… It was fun but it needs some rules.