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*Cid, Clampy, Jack, Pattrick, Shadow, and Naomi find the town.*
Cid: Look! A hotel!
*All look up.*
Clampy: Holy crap, it's floating in mid-air.
*All go on the elevator. It reaches the top.*
Naomi: OK, since I only brought a backpack, you guys need to get all the luggage.
*Naomi walks in the hotel. She looks right, and sees a strawberry milk bar. Looks behind her, and sees the elevator in which she arrived*
Naomi: Not gonna happen!
Snare: But Naomi, you love strawberry milk...
Naomi: Shut up! If I have any strawberry milk, it will be in my hotel room, in close proximity to a toilet! Also, if I do have any strawberry milk at that bar, I will not, under any circumstances, use that elevator!
*Cid walks in. As the elevator doors close, you see a sign that says "one hour to the ground."*
Cid: Hey, look! Strawberry Milk!
*Naomi grabs Cid's collar*
Naomi: Don't you make a move!
*Clampy, Shadow, Jack, and Pattrick enter*
Cid: What's wrong with strawberry milk?
Naomi: Um... it's EEEEEEVIL!
Cid: No it isn't!
Shadow: They sure make a great couple, don't they Jack?
Cid and Naomi: SHUT UP!
Cid: I'll get the rooms.
*Ten minutes later, he returns.*
Cid: Great news! Because of the $110 we stole off that chef, we each get our own room!
Clampy: Yay!
Cid: Except Clampy.
Clampy: Boo!
Cid: OK, here are the keys. Naomi, you're room 114, Jack and Pattrick, your guys' room is 107, Shadow, yours is 132, and mine and Clampy's is 176.

*Inside Naomi's room*
Naomi: This bed is great.
Snare: This room is nice.
Naomi: I'm thirsty
*Naomi calls room service. She orders strawberry milk.*
Waiter: And the total is $0.00.
Naomi: Well, that was cheap.
*Downs the milk.*
Naomi: Now you know, Snare,why I wouldn't be having strawberry milk at that bar.
*Naomi hurries to the toilet.*

*Inside Cid's and Clampy's room*
Cid: God I'm tired.
Clampy: Why do you have a giant Yoshi plushie with you?
Cid: Shut up!
*Cid whacks Clampy with his pillow. Clampy goes flying.*
Cid: Sorry, buddy.
*Cid falls asleep*

*Shadow decides to sleep on the balcony outside his room.*
Shadow: That bed was too comfortable.

*Jack and Pattrick are already asleep, having the same dream. A nightmare about a mass murder.*
Jack (Talking in his sleep.): No, not her! AIIIII! I'LL KILL YOU!
Pattrick (Talking in his sleep): Jack, have my best gun. It took me 10 years to complete...

*The next morning*
Cid: Well guys, I think it's time to go to the video game convention.
*Naomi is drinking strawberry milk from a canteen. She coughs, and accidentally spills a liberal amount on the carpet.*
Cid: Has everyone got their suitcases for the Con?
Naomi: Hang on, I've forgotten something.
*Naomi dashes upstairs.*
Cid: You know, Pattrick, isn't smoking that cigar bad for your health?
Pattrick: No. It's all right. I have no lungs!
*Naomi comes back, dragging a Porta-Potty.*
Cid: What the-
Naomi: It's mine! I'll bring it in the elevator!
Cid: Why do you want to bring a porta-potty?
Naomi: BECAUSE!
Cid: Well you aren't bringing it!
Naomi: No! You can't stop me!
*She barricades herself inside.*
Cid: What is wrong with you?!
*Cid starts bashing the door open. Inside, Naomi is holding herself against the door. Everytime Cid bashes, the thing vibrates under the strain of keeping together.*
Naomi: I'm bringing it! I'm putting inside the elevator! If I have to, I'll widen the elevator!
Cid: You've been watching too much Rockman.EXE!
Naomi: Well YOU'VE been watching too much Lost Universe!
Cid: PENGUINS!
*Naomi starts laughing.*
Naomi: What the hell d'you mean by penguins?
*She laughs so hard, her grip on the door loosens. Cid bashes the door open.*
Cid: I have gotten it open! Surrender, puny human girl!
*Naomi sighs*
Naomi: Fine, I give up.
*She steps out of the porta-potty, which Cid promptly slices into millions of little pieces.*
Clampy: Where'd you get a porta-potty?
Naomi: Hammer space.
Clampy: You've been playing too much Final Fantasy.
*Everyone is on the elevator, making conversation, except Naomi, who lurks sullenly in the corner. Half an hour passes.*
Pattrick: Yeah, so I went to this guy and I was like-
*Naomi suddenly becomes very stiff. Her fists clench, her legs cross.*
Cid: What's up, Naomi?
*Naomi talks through tightly gritted teeth.*
Naomi: Cid, I knew you should have let me bring that porta-potty.
Cid: Oh....s**t...
*After that, the conversation seems slightly icy and forced. Everyone trys to make a feeble attempt at conversation with Naomi.*
Shadow: It sure is a nice day out, eh, Naomi?
Naomi: How would you know? We are in an elevator.
Shadow: Well, I read this great book the other day...
Naomi: Shadow, now is not a good time.
Cid: If I could have anything in the world right now, it would be a million dollars. What would it be for you, Naomi?
Naomi: A toilet.
Clampy: I'm sure we all saw that one coming.
*Elevator finally reaches the ground. Naomi looks around, and spots a bathroom to the left.*
Naomi: Thank you lord!
*Naomi runs into a wall.*
Naomi: Mirage...
*She runs around for about ten minutes. Finally, she reaches a REAL bathroom. A large "Out of Order" sign is hanging on the doorknob.*
Naomi: I don't care about the toilet being out of order! I'm coming in!
*She opens the door and has a seat on the toilet.*
Naomi: I feel like a million dollars!
Cid (hidden): You look like a million dollars, too.
Naomi: What did you say?!
Cid (hidden): Nothing, just...nothing.
Naomi: Why was this out of order, anyway? I mean, the toilet works fine (thankfully).
Cid (hidden): Probably because there are no walls.
Clampy (hidden): And the only door is loose on its hinges.
Cid (hidden): So there's no privacy.
Naomi: Yeah, but apart from that.
Clampy (hidden): Well, there's no toilet paper.
*It takes about two minutes for Clampy's comment to hit Naomi.*
Naomi: DAMN IT! DAMN IT, DAMN IT, DAMN IT!
Cid (hidden): Don't worry, I always keep an extra roll with me at all times.
*A roll of toilet paper comes shooting from behind the bush that Cid is hiding in. Naomi catches it with one hand.*
Naomi: Cid, everyone should have a boyfriend like you.
Cid: I AM NOT YOR BOYFRIEND!
*Cid falls over, having been clocked in the head with a stick Naomi threw.*
Naomi: You are so my boyfriend!

This is a chapter from Trevor's story, Fountain of Youth.
http://fanartcentral.net/stories.php?sid=13500

Sprry, guys. I HAD TO repost this. It's one of the funniest things I've written. I don't know how I came up with these awesome ideas.