05-25-2015, 04:13 PM
Dr. McNinja leaned against a wall and stared at a screen listing competitors' names. In the spot for #12, his name glared, as if to remind him of the horrible things he was about to do, and of the horrible things that were to be done to him. He felt for the comforting weight of his katana on his back, but found none. What a nightmare.
He looked at all of the others in the barracks. They were powerful, sizing each other up already, and most of all, they looked ready to annihilate each other. How could they be so ready to die?
He wasn't ready to die.
Dr. McNinja sighed and looked at the screen. Suddenly, one of the names blinked. #14. It switched from Ears to-
"That was Mickey Mouse," McNinja thought. "I flipping KNEW it!"
Clearly, he hadn't thought the last part quietly to himself, because everyone in his vicinity was staring at him.
"Uh... sorry. That uh... makes sense in context."
"No, it doesn't," said the voice in his head.
"SHUT UP NO ONE LIKES YOU" McNinja replied, taking care to make it silent this time. He watched the board again.
"I can't believe I have to kill Mickey Mouse," McNinja muttered to himself. But what if Mickey killed him? He considered the option.
"Nah," Dr. McNinja scoffed to himself, "Mickey ain't a killer. At least where I come from, he isn't. Although, he also isn't one to get drunk..."
Dr. McNinja suddenly felt very nervous at the prospect of being killed by a cartoon mouse created for children's movies and World War II propaganda. It was like being killed by Thomas the Tank Engine, except minus the danger of trains and the creepy face. So, actually, not at all like being killed by Thomas the Tank Engine.
"At least I got Jak and Delsin, right?" McNinja thought to himself.
That reminded him. He should probably sync up with them, in some way. He ran over to where Jak and Daxter were standing.
"Hey, guys. We should coordinate. Where do you want to meet once we get on the island? Also, where's Delsin?"
"What, we not good enough for you?" Daxter exclaimed.
"Shut up, you annoying furball," Dr. McNinja snapped.
Jak scowled at him. McNinja sighed and grumbled, "Sorry, Daxter. Under his breath, he complained, "Can't believe I'm apologizing to a meerkat..."
"So, anyway," McNinja continued, unfolding his map from his pocket to show Jak (and subtly hiding it from Daxter), Where should we meet?
He looked at all of the others in the barracks. They were powerful, sizing each other up already, and most of all, they looked ready to annihilate each other. How could they be so ready to die?
He wasn't ready to die.
Dr. McNinja sighed and looked at the screen. Suddenly, one of the names blinked. #14. It switched from Ears to-
"That was Mickey Mouse," McNinja thought. "I flipping KNEW it!"
Clearly, he hadn't thought the last part quietly to himself, because everyone in his vicinity was staring at him.
"Uh... sorry. That uh... makes sense in context."
"No, it doesn't," said the voice in his head.
"SHUT UP NO ONE LIKES YOU" McNinja replied, taking care to make it silent this time. He watched the board again.
"I can't believe I have to kill Mickey Mouse," McNinja muttered to himself. But what if Mickey killed him? He considered the option.
"Nah," Dr. McNinja scoffed to himself, "Mickey ain't a killer. At least where I come from, he isn't. Although, he also isn't one to get drunk..."
Dr. McNinja suddenly felt very nervous at the prospect of being killed by a cartoon mouse created for children's movies and World War II propaganda. It was like being killed by Thomas the Tank Engine, except minus the danger of trains and the creepy face. So, actually, not at all like being killed by Thomas the Tank Engine.
"At least I got Jak and Delsin, right?" McNinja thought to himself.
That reminded him. He should probably sync up with them, in some way. He ran over to where Jak and Daxter were standing.
"Hey, guys. We should coordinate. Where do you want to meet once we get on the island? Also, where's Delsin?"
"What, we not good enough for you?" Daxter exclaimed.
"Shut up, you annoying furball," Dr. McNinja snapped.
Jak scowled at him. McNinja sighed and grumbled, "Sorry, Daxter. Under his breath, he complained, "Can't believe I'm apologizing to a meerkat..."
"So, anyway," McNinja continued, unfolding his map from his pocket to show Jak (and subtly hiding it from Daxter), Where should we meet?
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