RANDOM BBN RAP PART-5 (Please enter and read it, the gaps get removed and it makes no sense from the outside)

[LOBBY - JUST AFTER ESCAPING DRILL STABBY]

[YoLanky69 is sitting on a crate while GaandMasti patches up his shoulder. Lee and Kyle are repairing equipment. The sun is rising outside.]

GaandMasti:
Hold still, Lanky, don't be tough,
That shoulder's been through quite enough.

YoLanky69:
It's just a scratch.

GaandMasti:
A scratch, my eye.
I've seen tomatoes less damaged than that guy.

YoLanky69:
...Fair.

Red_225OG:
Chair.

[Everyone groans.]

It'sLee333:
Are we doing this again?

Red_225OG:
Again?
My friend,
This nightmare must end!

Codezzy:
You survived two killers,
A haunted wood,
An evil warehouse,
You're looking good.

Red_225OG:
The killers aren't my greatest foe.

YoLanky69:
Here we go.

Red_225OG:
The rhyme must go.

EVERYONE:
We know.

Red_225OG:
YOU DON'T KNOW!

[Dramatically climbs onto a table.]

Red_225OG:
Citizens!
Friends!
Coworkers!
Technicians!
I have gathered you here for one mission!

It'sLee333:
Please tell me it's not—

Red_225OG:
TO BREAK THE RHYME!

EVERYONE:
IT'S TO BREAK THE RHYME.

Red_225OG:
Thank you.

GaandMasti:
You're welcome.

Red_225OG:
Wait.

Welcome.

...NO!

YoLanky69:
You walked into that one.

Red_225OG:
I DIDN'T WALK.
I WAS PUSHED.

[Red_225OG clears his throat.]

Red_225OG:
I shall now say words
That absolutely cannot rhyme.

Codezzy:
We've heard this speech before.

Red_225OG:
Silence.

[Points dramatically.]

Red_225OG:
Microwave!

It'sLee333:
Cave.

Red_225OG:
Lawnmower!

YoLanky69:
Power.

Red_225OG:
Submarine!

GaandMasti:
Machine.

Red_225OG:
Traffic cone!

Codezzy:
Phone.

Red_225OG:
REFRIGERATOR!

It'sLee333:
See you later.

Red_225OG:
THAT'S A PHRASE!

It'sLee333:
Still counts.

Red_225OG:
NO IT DOESN'T!

It'sLee333:
The council disagrees.

Red_225OG:
THERE'S A COUNCIL?!

GaandMasti:
There is now.

[YoLanky69 starts laughing.]

Red_225OG:
What's so funny?

YoLanky69:
I'm just imagining Drill Stabby right now.

Red_225OG:
What about him?

YoLanky69:
Somewhere in that warehouse maze,
Writing poetry for seven days.

Codezzy:
Honestly, I could see that.

Red_225OG:
Don't encourage him.

It'sLee333:
Encourage him.

Red_225OG:
YOU'RE NOT HELPING.

[Red_225OG jumps down from the table.]

Red_225OG:
Fine.
I'll use the ultimate word.

GaandMasti:
Oh no.

YoLanky69:
Not again.

Red_225OG:
ORANGE!

[Everyone freezes.]

Red_225OG:
Behold!
The chosen fruit!

Codezzy:
Door hinge.

Red_225OG:
NO!

It'sLee333:
Foreign.

Red_225OG:
NO!

YoLanky69:
Storage.

Red_225OG:
STOP!

GaandMasti:
Porridge.

Red_225OG:
THAT'S BARELY RELATED!

GaandMasti:
Good enough.

Red_225OG:
SLANT RHYMES ARE COWARDICE!

[YoLanky69 nearly falls off his crate laughing.]

YoLanky69:
You're actually losing your mind.

Red_225OG:
I lost it somewhere around Axe Guy.

It'sLee333:
Reasonable.

Red_225OG:
THANK YOU.

[Beat.]

GaandMasti:
You know...
For somebody who keeps complaining,
You're making the rhyming entertaining.

Red_225OG:
...

YoLanky69:
Uh oh.

Red_225OG:
No.

Codezzy:
What?

Red_225OG:
No, no, no.

It'sLee333:
What's wrong?

Red_225OG:
She's right.

EVERYONE:
What?

Red_225OG:
The rhyme isn't the problem.

GaandMasti:
Finally.

Red_225OG:
The problem is that I'M GOOD AT IT.

[Silence.]

YoLanky69:
...Oh.

Red_225OG:
I've been fighting it this whole time.
But every time I speak...

Codezzy:
You accidentally rhyme?

Red_225OG:
Exactly.

It'sLee333:
That's tragic.

Red_225OG:
I KNOW!

GaandMasti:
Could be worse.

Red_225OG:
How?

YoLanky69:
You could be bad at it.

[Long pause.]

Red_225OG:
...That was actually a pretty good line.

YoLanky69:
Thank you.

Red_225OG:
I hate that.

[The group laughs.]

[For the first time since coming back, things almost feel normal.]

Red_225OG:
...

GaandMasti:
What now?

Red_225OG:
Toaster.

EVERYONE:
RED!

Red_225OG:
I HAD TO CHECK!