Wiggers


The Spirit of Jazz was scooting along through time and space rather happily and undisturbed until the very unfortunate incident of the "Schloop" sound.

Now, whenever one of the space faring variety encounters a "Schloop" sound, they know somehting has gone wrong, usually having somehting to do with a time flux or them being thrown into an alternate reality. The Travellers of course.... were no different to this matter.

"Yo yo, what's the word ma home dogs, somebody better tell me what it is before i go hash and pop a cap!", Steve walked in, dressed in baggy Phat Farm jeans, and American Dickey's sweatshirt, with a baseball Jersey underneath, he was clad in gold all over him, and possibly the greatest change of all... he was black.
"Nah, man! Keep it cool, there ain't nuttin goin down, fo' sure!", Josh swirled around in his chair, also dressed in gangster dress, and was also black.
Matt walked into the cockpit, wearing the same as the other two, only with a red Bandana tied round his head, a lot like Tupac Shakur.
"Oh, damn foo, someone guna tell me what gone happen to me shavin cream! You know if i dont scar this beard it gets outta wack!".
"Oh, fo shiz my nizzle, i'm in the fed, i drank the whole lot!", Steve squared up to Matt.

"WAIT!!!", Josh seemed to be a little stunned.
"What. The. Zek! Is going on!?"
"What you talkin bout nigger, i hope you aint leavin this hood, i'ma have to DB your ass!", Jez walked into the room, with baggy clothing, he was black, and so was his hair.
Josh smacked Jez in the mouth, very hard...
"Listen to us, we're wearing gangster clothing, i'm black, i have over six handguns on various parts of my body, and the whole of our ship has been completely pimped out! We've even got a pair of fluffy red dice at the front!"

Matt slapped himself, shaked his head, "Your right..." Matt went into his pocket and pulled out a bag of Weed, "Zekkin hell! No wonder why i feel completely off my tits!"
"Right, we gotta figure out what's going on! Cos there is no way in hell, i'm gonna be speaking like this for the rest of my life!"
The four Travellers looked out the window, and saw a derelict ship called "The Rythm Of Blues", it was falling to pieces, but it's engines we're still online, and were surrounded by a blue light.

"I don't believe it, it's us, in another alternate reality, and apparently", Jez tapped a few buttons, "we've died!"
Other pieces of metal we're being pulled towards the derelict craft, the engines had been tampered with, and were inverted to act like a magnet, somehow, the shoip had pulled it's alternate relaity beings all the way from a different universe.

"I think i can get us out, it's a crazy idea, but, it might just work!"
"Well, what is it?"
"My theory is, we're not here, we've ingested some majour strong amsterdam weed back on The Jazz, ya know, the stuff that Steve robbed off that Druglord? And we're completely off our heads, and we're now imagining that we've been pulled into an alternate relaity where we're all black gangsters..."
"....That's just zekkin crazy.... i'm lovin it! So, what's the plan?"
"Well, we're in an alternate Universe, yes? A gangster one at that, menaing, anything that happens back in our Universe, is the opposite here, so, we smoke a hell of a lot of weed, it has the reverse effect, and clears our head! Thus bringing our senses back, and bringing us back into our universe!"

"And if your wrong?"
"We die very high!"
"I am lovin' this plan!"

******20 Minutes Later******

The four Travellers sat in a ring, music was blaring, the lyrics of which went somehting along the lines if:

"TOKE! TOKE! TOKE! Hey! Take it to the head! Take it to the head!"

"Hey, Steve ya hogger, you know the rules, it's Smoke, Smoke, pass!", Matt swiped the huge spliff from Steve's mouth!
"Ah man! I'm trippin out! Ah, shit! I'm seein giant Chicken McNuggets, Zek!"
"Oh dude, me too, i'm seein clowns, grey clowns!"
"Whoa, holy shit, fairies! HUNDREDS OF FAIRIES!"

Matt sat as his three comrades were high as kites, "Pfft, Lightweights!", Matt swallowed the remainder of the weed, in succesion, the four Travellers collapsed in a stoned heap, in the middle of the cockpit.

Some time later, The Travellers woke up, seemingly fine, Josh brought himself up, checked everything, they were still on course, and had apparently never left their own Universe... remember what had happened he turned to the other three...

"We NEVER, EVER, speak of this again!"