"Oh, and now you're suspended. Perfect. That's just incredible timing, is that. Kill us all, then lose the ability to do anything about it." Sam sighed.
"Hey, I'm sorry..." Emmy replied, appearing in purgatory next to Sam because that'd be really convenient.
"Nah, don't worry about it... So, Six Billion Dollar Man arc, eh? Sounds interesting... I mean, I'd love to introduce that for you, but I don't think It'd be the same without your perverted sex jokes, video game references and Ben Croshaw fanboyism, so..."
"Yeah, don't worry about it..." Emmy turned to Sam abruptly. "Hang on, I'm not a Yahtzee fanboy-"
"You find Nathan Drake annoying (just like Yahtzee), JRPGs bore you (just like Yahtzee), you once told Adam to put a pencil between the joints of his middle and fourth finger-"
"Alright, fine, maybe I'm kind of a Yahtzee fanboy-" Sam raised a hand to silence him.
"-You think a webcomic's incomplete unless it features at least one Yahtzee reference-"
"Alright, enough-"
"-You use swear-words in leu of punctuation-"
"ENOUGH, DAMMIT!!!" Emmy picked Sam up with both hands, raised him above his head and threw him down a hill which I totally mentioned that they were standing on.
"Alright, now that I've got that off my chest, let's come up with a new plot." Sam stood up and climbed back up the hill.
A few hours later, Sam and Emmy were lying on the perfectly white grass, staring up at the perfectly white sky and bouncing ideas off one another.
"Okay, so what if the marines from Aliens versus Predator crashed a spaceship into the roof of Purgatory and we escaped through the hole?" Emmy tried.
"Nah, too unoriginal. How about if Death the Kid turned up and sacrificed his mortality to allow us to escape?" Sam asked.
"Nah, too dramatic. What if Yatzee-"
"No. What if..." Sam faltered. He had actually run out of ideas. "What if we just wait for a few more days until you get un-banned, and then we'll see what we can come up with?"
"Yeah, that's a good idea..."
