Less than a week left!

Insert a Train Kept a Rollin, all night long, Train Kept a Rollin, all night long, Train Kept a Rollin, all night long, with a heave and a ho, but I just couldn't tell her, so.

So..... I'm essentially done. But, if anybody lets me know what Halloween costume their chao is wearing between now and Halloween, I'll quickly change the script a little.

Right now, as of "Essentially Done" status, it is 145 Kilobytes. So... that's most likely gonna be the finished product.

So, remember: This Halloween, the devil's comin' down to Georgia, but he ain't lookin' for a soul to steal. He's in a bind, 'cause he's way behind, so he's lookin' for a game based on Unreal.

Zip-zop-zoopity-bop, the devil's down in Georgia.
The devil's a crazy-good typer, and can type a gigowatt in a nanosecond.
If you win, you get a shiny computer made of own,
But if you lose, the devil gets your copy of Gears of War!

He finds a boy who wrote a monstrous script. The devil said, "I bet you wouldn't know it, but I'm a scriptwriter, too; I'm willing to bet that you're gonna regret unless you make a bet with me!"

The boy says, "My name's Jordan, and while it may be a sin, I don't care 'cause I'm Scientific, and I'm the best that there's ever been!"

The devil whipped out his typewriter, and cracked his cold knuckles; his eyes were red; his feet were black; his horns like freakin' belt buckles. He typed some words and it made an evil HISSSSS!!! Within seconds, he had made a script that looked a little summin' like THIS!

"TO BE OR NOT TO BE, THAT IS THE QUESTION BEING ASKED BY SIR HAMLET THE EPIC. FOR HAMLET WAS A LADY'S MAN, A MAN'S BULLY, AND A DOG'S BEST PARROT. HIS POWER LEVEL WAS OVER NINE THOUSAND, HIS BALLS WERE FAR FROM INERT, AND HIS BODY COULD TAKE IT. HE WILL OPEN ANY DOOR, WIPE ANY FLOOR, AND WILL NOT WHINE ANY THE MORE. HE IS NOT INSUFFICIENT, HAS MANAGED TO AVOID DROWNING, AND WILL BE AN ORTHOPEDIST WHEN HE GROWS UP."

Afterwards, the devil stopped typing, ripped the paper from the machine, and handed it over, filled with smoke. Jordan read it over multiple times, laughed, and said, "If that's the best you can do, you're one sorry bloke!"

Zip-zop-zoopity-bop, the Devil's down in Georgia.
The devil's in the house of the rising sun, or summin'.
If you win, you get a shiny computer made of own,
But if you lose, the devil gets your copy of Gears of War!

"[Shade popped out of a manhole, and shuddered]
Dark: What is it, Shade?
Shade: Robots down there..... gettin' it on.
Dark: lolwut
Shade: Check for yourself.
Dark: Eh.... no, thanks.
Chao: What's going on? Shouldn't we be moving on to the factory?
Shade: Y...yeah.... let's go.
Cham: Hey, what's with him?
Dark: He saw two robots ****ing each other.
Cham: Is that even possible?
Chao: Hey.... plug and socket.
Cham: .....*shudder*
Shade: Let's get a move on. Next stop, factory! ....and fear."

The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat,
He laid that epic computer on the ground at Jordan's feet.
Jordan said, "Just come back if you ever wanna get beat again.
I told you once, you sunnuvabeach, I'm the best there's ever been!"

Zip-zop-zoopity-bop, the Devil's down in Georgia.
The devil's in the house of the rising sun, or summin'.
If you win, you get a shiny computer made of own,
But if you lose, the devil gets your copy of Gears of War!