Dark Helmet: Colonial Sanders!
Colonial Sanders: Yes, what is it, Lord Helmet?
Dark Helmet: Remind me again how we came to be stuck in this void.
Colonial Sanders: Ah. Remember how we barely escaped the destruction of Spaceball I?
Dark Helmet: Yes, so?
Colonial Sanders: Well then you remember how we crashed on the Planet of the Apes.
President Scroob: I'll say. Thank the Schwartz they remade that movie or we would still be stuck there!
Colonial Sanders: Right. So when the apes had the opportunity they made damn sure we left their planet.
Dark Helmet: OK, it's coming back to me now. They sent another ship, Spaceball II.
Colonial Sanders. Cheap piece of...
Dark Helmet: Well if it wasn't for those budget cuts at the studio...
::Dark Helmet and Colonial Sanders look at President Scroob::
President Scroob: Guys! How was I to know "Dracula: Dead and Loving It" would flop?
Colonial Sanders: Anyway, the studio did get a good deal on Prince Lone Star's Winnebago.
Dark Helmet: Ebay?
President Scroob: No, Craig's List.
Colonial Sanders: Right. He listed it himself. He didn't need it anymore, now that he is a Prince and all.
President Scroob: That smell was awful, with all that puke from Barf.
Dark Helmet: I remember. Thank the Schwartz for this. ::lowers visor::
Colonial Sanders: So anyway, after we cleaned the ship up we finally got underway.
Dark Helmet: Guys...
Colonial Sanders: So after the false hopes of a prequell...
Dark Helmet: Uh, guys...
President Scroob: Oh, for crying out loud, what is it?
Dark Helmet: MY HELMET IS STUCK!!!
::Colonial Sanders and President Scroob roll their eyes::
Colonial Sanders: The WD-40 is right where you left it.
::Dark Helmet feels around for the WD-40 and can't find it::
Colonial Sanders: So, after a while, we discovered this race called the H'tiss. They knew of our reputation for bad jokes, puns, and corny gags and...
::loud crash::
Colonial Sanders: Hold on a sec... ::helps Dark Helmet with the WD-40 and his helmet::
Dark Helmet: ::huff, puff, huff:: I still can't breathe in this thing!
Colonial Sanders: Anyway, the H'tiss wanted nothing to do with us.
President Scroob: Sensible enough.
Colonial Sanders: So they tricked us into entering this void. Said something about a lucrative merchandising deal inside, so we went.
President Scroob: I remember now. We've been trapped here ever since. We joined this coalition of ships who raid the newcomers for resources.
Colonial Sanders: So ever since then we have been... What do they call us?
Dark Helmet: Comic relief.
President Scroob: You said it, sport! ::pats Dark Helmet on the back, bringing his visor down again::
Dark Helmet: Oof!
::President Scroob and Colonial Sanders walk off in the distance still talking::
Dark Helmet: I'm still surrounded by a**holes! Guys?...Guys?
Dark Helmet: ::sigh:: I miss my dolls.