Jerryworldlandiaverse

    When we last left our "intrepid" "heroes", they were busy pointlessly fighting each other, instead of settling their dispute in a sensible way, like Russian Roulette, strip poker, or deadly children's card games. Unfortunately, Jerryworldlandiaverse had not yet technologically advanced to the point of discovering conflict resolution methods that were both nonviolent and non-embarrassing. The royal family's crack team of scholarentisters were researching a potential non-strip version of poker, but tests led to everyone leaving out of boredom, and nobody was quite sure why they would play poker without stripping. Eventually, Jeromy came out on top, and rushed towards Baron Comcast's good clone, fully intent on striking them down. However, the clone stopped his hand using their airbending powers.
    "Wait!" the clone said. "I'm not Baron Comcast! I'm his good clone!"
    "A likely story," Jeromy countered, "Is your name 'Norab tsacmoc'? Save it for the Jerreaper."
    "Actually, Jeromy," Smith piped up, "The Jerreaper only claims the souls of those named Jerry or some variant thereof. Anyone else falls under Tom's domain."
    "Tom?" said Jeromy. "Who the heck's that?"
    "Oh, Tom." said Jerry. "He's a lurker at the Local Bar. I heard he'd won the right to claim non-Jerry souls from the Jerreaper."
    "Those tales were true. I've seen it myself!" Smith exclaimed. Wait, really, how? I mean this is supposedly a world where nobody *isn't* Jerry. Except for Tom. And Baron Comcast. Ah whatever I'm not going to question myself.
    "Okay, I am NOT in the mood to be discussing where Comcast's soul is going! This ends NOW!" Jeromy raised their minimally sharpened stick, but Baron Comcast's clone blew them all back against the wall. You'd wonder why Baron Comcast would even bother running, but he has an incredibly busy schedule. So busy. Don't ask me why he even stopped for the Legend Jerry Heroes. I don't know. Shut up. I'm gonna skip past this whole misunderstanding thing now, mostly because i don't want to write it.
    [ONE TEDIOUS-AS-HECK MISUNDERSTANDING SCENE AND ONE RENAMING TO CONFORM TO UNIVERSAL LAW LATER]
    "Alright, so we need to head off to King Roberts' castle! Baron Comcast could kidnap Princess Jerryellaette at any moment!" Jerry Comcast exposited as they exited the uh. Place where you get your name legally changed. The Superior Court of +5 Anachronism. Sure, why not.
    "But how do we get there in time? There isn't anything near fast enough to catch up to him! Somehow! How is he faster than us! Aside from the fact that we wasted time getting your name changed, for no real reason and making you 100% less able to do any kind of sneaky things." said Smith.
    "....'8-['8-'9]-'6. Well I guess we're doomed." said Jerry.
    "Wait, what's that over there?" said Jeromy. "...Three(and up) legged race. First place gets rocket unicycles." Wait how do we have rockets in medieval times. I mean it's possible but kinda silly to put them in. Technologically speaking it's not like you need specifically rocket fuel for a rocket. So I guess it's feasible? I mean yeah we have anachronism everywhere but hey rockets almost seem too far. Somehow.
    "No. Nobody here knows how to ride a unicycle. Absolutely not." said Jerry Comcast.
    "Do we actually need to know how to ride one anyways? I mean it's not like you'd ride a rocket unicycle in the same way. Why are the rockets on unicycles anyways?" said Smith. Uh, dang.
    [SUDDENLY NOBODY CAN CONCEIVE OF NON-UNICYCLE ROCKETS]
    "So we are totally in agreement that we are going to enter this 3(and up)-legged race for rocket unicycles that are totally irrelevant necessary for this incredibly important journey." said Jerry.
    [ONE TERRIBLE TRANSITION LATER]