See, for some reson i couldn't put in the full summary so i decided to place it here

Summary: This is a story that my friend TC, Ransyn, and myself wrote on a forum and i thought i should share it with the rest of the world 8). The story in a nut shell is about Evil villans, kung-fu capable sentient pineapples, blobs of rolling jelly, giant robots, beam cannons, Darth Vader...The list goes on and if it's not there it will be beaten by 10 percent

And so... It Begins!

The point of this story is to not make any sense.

Like suddenly saying "111.414"

Terry of course looked up from his work and commented "That's not possible you twit!"
"It is in vectors" I replied. Good lord, the ability for our childred to understand vectors is at stake!
"Oh yuck, steak gives me heart burn" said Dracula in a gravelly voice. The man dressed in the spider man suit continued to bang his head against a frying pan.
"What the hell, are you reading the script for this short story?" I asked.
"No."
"So, you're some kind of pyschic? Or maybe some kind of pyscho..."
Dracula dissappeared with a disgusted look on his face. At this point Robert Deniro walked in.
"You talking to me?" Robert yelled.
"No" Terry retorted.
"You talking to me?"
"NO!"
"Look lady, you shut the f up!". Robert turned his attention to me. "So what, you want me to read your mind, is that it? What am I some kind of psychic to you? Is that you want? Would that make you happy? Eh? Well f this!", he said as he busted through the front door. I wasn't aware I was inside a house but anyway. On with the story!

Oh wait, thats it. Hmmm....Suddenly a rope appeared next to me with a notice: "Do not under any circumstances pull this cord". Hah, why not? I thought with a certain defiance of the natural laws of the universe and pulled the cord.
"Eh, this thing is broken, where is Lurch--" THUD!. I suddenly found myself crushed by a 16 tonne money safe. Feeling dizzy I opened the door (yes I had indeed penetrated through the 15 inches of steel!) and met with a lemon marangue pie and a clump of brocolli shortly after.
"What the hell is going on!"
"That's a good question" said Captain Picard. "Engineering, beam this one somewhere else please. Oh and Riker I want you to form an away team."
"Why" asked Riker.
"Because I want you to go away"

teleportation sequence thingy

"Why does it hurt!" I shrieked. Quickly I noticed I was stranded on a island with 15 other people. Except this was no ordinary island.

"Welcome to Survivor: Traffic Island! It's time to vote someone off the island since we are too stupid to realise that safety comes in numbers! You, the guy who just materialised! Who do you vote for?"
"You!"
"Anyone second that?" Everyone agreed. "Dang, and it's peak hour too." With that, the host began crossing the freeway.
"I didn't like him anyway" said Larry Ender. "Well, we actually have to vote a contestant off the island, but only if the Price is right! To have immunity, one must either have 3 quarters or a gift voucher from Brashers."

A woman walked forwards and spoke to the camera man. "I'm voting for Trevor. I don't like how he speaks."
A man then approached the camera man. "I'm also voting for Trevor because, well, he doesn't like brocolli. I don't like people who don't like brocolli. Unless they are Egyption's of course."
Another man moved forwards and showed his vote. "I'm Trevor, and I vote for myself since I can't stand being on this island with these idiots any longer!" The camera man wondered to himself "Why are they talking to me?".
"Trevor" began Larry, "You are the weakest link. Good bye!". With that, he started crossing the freeway.
"This has been another wonderful episode of Survivor Traffic Island. Up next week, Survivor Mine Field followed by Survivor Nuclear Test Zone. Gee, we have a few shows don't we?"
A Toyota Crown pulled up next to the island and transformed. "TC! I bloody found you after all! What the hell are you doing here?"
"I don't know...This story is weirder than usual. I think I'll end it here."

Bad command or file name

Or is it really the end?