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Title 31
“Yeah. Didn’t you know that?” Eggman said, putting a new game into his Playstation 3.
“Angryface.” Sally said, with an Angryface.
“Well, what do you want me to do about it?” Eggman said, slightly scared. “He shot down abominations and murderers of the empire. So he’s done nothing wrong.”
“PissyFace” Sally said with a pissyface
“Okayfine!” Eggman said, throwing his disc in the air “He destroyed Eggman property, ERGO, We must hunt him down.”
“Happyface.” Sally said, now calming down.
“But as we saw, Robots aren’t quite his match. Who could we send?” Eggman said, pondering mightily, taking a puff on his pipe. SEXY.
“How ‘bout that new guy?” Sally asked
“The Jester?” Eggman Asked, Pointing to the door. Golbez is walking by, he notices the pointing and waves.
“Not Golbez.” Sally Said, Shutting the door on Golbez. “Think less-new.”
“That Dragon Guy?” Eggman said, refilling the pipe “The one whose an evil Genetics experiment?”
“Nooooo” Sally said “He’s got a glove on his arm to reap souls and whatnot.”
“Oh, my mistake.” Eggman replied, thinking “But i’m pretty sure he ruled over the seven deadly sins and hell, no?”
“I don’t think so” Sally said, chiming in on the thinking process. “Wasn’t he part of Iso at one point and burst Free?”
“And i’m pretty sure he was a bird at some point.” Eggman said, smoking his pipe. “I thought you didn’t like him.”
“I don’t. Angryface.” Sally said, again, with an angryface. “But i figure they’ll kill eachother, thus killing two birds with one stone.”
“Touché, salesman.” Eggman said, with pride. “But what happens if one kills the other?”
Sally thought for a moment.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” Sally said, with an almost vacant stare and smile.
Eggman Shrugged and pressed a button, conveniently placed next to where he was standing.
* * *
Throughout the night, Neceron noticed just how drunk Rage was, and decided to be a real Bro and walk him home.
“And that, Nessie my boy, is how i escaped from robot monkey island!” Rage said, slurring a few words together.
“You’ve told me that part already.” Neceron laughed. Neceron reached into his pocket and grabbed the small bottle filled with orange-ish liquid. “This oughta cure him of his hangover tomorrow.” Neceron thought.
They stumbled through the alleyways, when out from a Corner, a Red and black Dragon wandered by. His glasses glinted in the moonlight as they looked over to Neceron.
“ISO-BUDDY!” Rage yelled, opening his arms for a hug. Neceron held him back, something wasn’t right.
“We have made eye contact. Therefore, you must be my new arch-rival!” The Dragon Spoke out.
“Wait, what?” Neceron yelled out, before the dragon lunged at Rage. Neceron Punched the Dragon Mid-jump, Smashing those stupid glasses in half. Neceron cracked his knuckles as the dragon held his face in pain.
“You look better without them.” Neceron said, realising Rage was face-down in a pool of his vomit. “Seriously, man. Alchemist glasses for a warrior-class Dragon?” Neceron rolled Rage on his side and walked over to the dragon. “APPROPRIATE. CLOTHING.” Neceron yelled in The Dragon’s bloodied face “DO YOU KNOW IT?”
The dragon growled and made a swipe at Neceron’s Face. Neceron leaned back, thus making The dragon look like a retard. The Dragon got up in a hurry and pointed to Neceron Dramatically.
“You cannot do this to me!” The Dragon Preached
“I can, Have, and Will again if you don’t get to the point.” Neceron said, smiling slowly
The Dragon was frozen. He wasn’t used to being interrupted. Ever.
“He stopped my speech!” The Dragon Thought “How will he know my Life story?!”
The Dragon was twitching like mad. Neceron could not stop smiling.
“I think i know who you are.” Neceron said, nodding his head knowingly. “First name, Rison. Last name, Cross or Scorn. Havn’t gotten clarity on the last name.”
Rison Smiled “Looks like my reputation precedes me.”
“Yup.” Neceron said, Holding his laughter in “you’re the dragon with the identity crisis.”
Rison’s eyes widened in an instant.
“WHAT?!” Rison yelled “I AM RISON CROSS! EX-SOUL COLLECTOR WHO ESCAPED FROM HELL!”
“Yeeeeeah” Neceron said waving his finger “Last i heard, you were Iso’s Brother and turned rebellious after your father died.”
Rison was twitching more than before.
“Impossible!” Rison thought “Someone keeping track! Inconceivable! I’d best Fix this problem, lest my TRUE identity be revealed! The one I thought up five minutes ago!”
Ooooh~ it’s ON. 8DD
“Yeah. Didn’t you know that?” Eggman said, putting a new game into his Playstation 3.
“Angryface.” Sally said, with an Angryface.
“Well, what do you want me to do about it?” Eggman said, slightly scared. “He shot down abominations and murderers of the empire. So he’s done nothing wrong.”
“PissyFace” Sally said with a pissyface
“Okayfine!” Eggman said, throwing his disc in the air “He destroyed Eggman property, ERGO, We must hunt him down.”
“Happyface.” Sally said, now calming down.
“But as we saw, Robots aren’t quite his match. Who could we send?” Eggman said, pondering mightily, taking a puff on his pipe. SEXY.
“How ‘bout that new guy?” Sally asked
“The Jester?” Eggman Asked, Pointing to the door. Golbez is walking by, he notices the pointing and waves.
“Not Golbez.” Sally Said, Shutting the door on Golbez. “Think less-new.”
“That Dragon Guy?” Eggman said, refilling the pipe “The one whose an evil Genetics experiment?”
“Nooooo” Sally said “He’s got a glove on his arm to reap souls and whatnot.”
“Oh, my mistake.” Eggman replied, thinking “But i’m pretty sure he ruled over the seven deadly sins and hell, no?”
“I don’t think so” Sally said, chiming in on the thinking process. “Wasn’t he part of Iso at one point and burst Free?”
“And i’m pretty sure he was a bird at some point.” Eggman said, smoking his pipe. “I thought you didn’t like him.”
“I don’t. Angryface.” Sally said, again, with an angryface. “But i figure they’ll kill eachother, thus killing two birds with one stone.”
“Touché, salesman.” Eggman said, with pride. “But what happens if one kills the other?”
Sally thought for a moment.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” Sally said, with an almost vacant stare and smile.
Eggman Shrugged and pressed a button, conveniently placed next to where he was standing.
* * *
Throughout the night, Neceron noticed just how drunk Rage was, and decided to be a real Bro and walk him home.
“And that, Nessie my boy, is how i escaped from robot monkey island!” Rage said, slurring a few words together.
“You’ve told me that part already.” Neceron laughed. Neceron reached into his pocket and grabbed the small bottle filled with orange-ish liquid. “This oughta cure him of his hangover tomorrow.” Neceron thought.
They stumbled through the alleyways, when out from a Corner, a Red and black Dragon wandered by. His glasses glinted in the moonlight as they looked over to Neceron.
“ISO-BUDDY!” Rage yelled, opening his arms for a hug. Neceron held him back, something wasn’t right.
“We have made eye contact. Therefore, you must be my new arch-rival!” The Dragon Spoke out.
“Wait, what?” Neceron yelled out, before the dragon lunged at Rage. Neceron Punched the Dragon Mid-jump, Smashing those stupid glasses in half. Neceron cracked his knuckles as the dragon held his face in pain.
“You look better without them.” Neceron said, realising Rage was face-down in a pool of his vomit. “Seriously, man. Alchemist glasses for a warrior-class Dragon?” Neceron rolled Rage on his side and walked over to the dragon. “APPROPRIATE. CLOTHING.” Neceron yelled in The Dragon’s bloodied face “DO YOU KNOW IT?”
The dragon growled and made a swipe at Neceron’s Face. Neceron leaned back, thus making The dragon look like a retard. The Dragon got up in a hurry and pointed to Neceron Dramatically.
“You cannot do this to me!” The Dragon Preached
“I can, Have, and Will again if you don’t get to the point.” Neceron said, smiling slowly
The Dragon was frozen. He wasn’t used to being interrupted. Ever.
“He stopped my speech!” The Dragon Thought “How will he know my Life story?!”
The Dragon was twitching like mad. Neceron could not stop smiling.
“I think i know who you are.” Neceron said, nodding his head knowingly. “First name, Rison. Last name, Cross or Scorn. Havn’t gotten clarity on the last name.”
Rison Smiled “Looks like my reputation precedes me.”
“Yup.” Neceron said, Holding his laughter in “you’re the dragon with the identity crisis.”
Rison’s eyes widened in an instant.
“WHAT?!” Rison yelled “I AM RISON CROSS! EX-SOUL COLLECTOR WHO ESCAPED FROM HELL!”
“Yeeeeeah” Neceron said waving his finger “Last i heard, you were Iso’s Brother and turned rebellious after your father died.”
Rison was twitching more than before.
“Impossible!” Rison thought “Someone keeping track! Inconceivable! I’d best Fix this problem, lest my TRUE identity be revealed! The one I thought up five minutes ago!”
Ooooh~ it’s ON. 8DD
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