Pippin: As a Watcher, sometimes we leave things up to chance. This can yield amazing, unexpectedly positive results. Or, you can be stuck with
this as your dynasty founder.
Jamal Jawarholal. Yep, he mistook glue for salad dressing. No chance of
this one failing to reach immortality, right?
On the bright side, very little manages to rattle him.
Yes, I think we can make this work.
Having given Jamal the elixir of forgetfulness (to eliminate the skills and relationships he'd built up during the College Daze challenge), we next sent out the Searcher to find the ideal spot to begin our dynasty.
Searcher: Umm, yeah, this one will work.
Pippin: As he continues his search long into the night, we get things set for our founder.
Jamal: Hello? Is this the pizza place? I'd like a plaid pizza with French toilet paper.
Pippin: No, it's your Watcher, Jamal. And I'm not calling you on the phone...
Jamal: Watcher Jamal? Jamal's my name too!
Pippin: Okay, just using magic (Zap).
Jamal, we're going to place you on a big, empty lot and have you start an immortal dynasty. What do you think of that?
Jamal: I ordered a plaid pizza.
Pippin: What?
Jamal: Plaid is my new favorite color. (Wanders off to look at rocks)
The Pippins retreated for a conference to figure out how to handle this obstacle...I mean...unique founder.Pippin's Self: We need some sort of leadership that will grab his attention.
Pippin's Animua: Someone who can nurture him through this.
Pippin's Animus: A voice of authority.
Pippin's Persona: I think I know exactly who we need!
Pippin's Shadow: (Thinking to himself) We're just going to fail and no one will read it anyway.
The Other Pippins: We can all hear you!
Pippin's Shadow: (Thinking in utters to himself) Eavesdroppers.
As Jamal was just off wandering, he heard a familiar voice.Jamal: Hello?
Hesitantly, he went towards the voice. Okay, being Jamal, he ran recklessly towards the voiceHe found himself on an empty lot, then things started shimmering and changingJamal: Ooooooo, do it again!
And he found himself face to face with the only person who had ever made sense to himJamal: Mr. Smooch'ems!!!
Mr. Smooch'ems: It is true, Jamal. I have returned to you at long last.
Jamal: Why do you always blow snot?
Mr. Smooch'ems: Well, that's a good question...I mean, nay, 'tis of no import to our purposes. Jamal, we are being placed in Starlight Shores to complete an Immortal Dynasty. Worry not, for I will be here to guide you each step of the way.
Jamal: I like plaid now.
Mr. Smooch'ems: (Sigh) Then plaid it shall be for you and your descendants (POOF!).
Jamal: I'm going to squeal like a little girl now.
Jamal: SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Mr. Smooch'ems: "Twill be a long eight generations...