06-05-2015, 08:42 PM
Dr. McNinja sighed and rested his chin on his palm as the other Knights laughed at him.
"Durr..." one of them mocked, "Lunch time? Hammer time? Miller time?"
The whole table roared in laughter. Doc's chin slowly slid off the palm and down his forearm. Another Knight decided to chip in.
"And - and then just... POOOM! Lightning! And then he just goes FLYING!"
The Knights laughed again. Several imitated what it looked like on the screen, making explosion sound effects with their mouths and miming the body flying with his hand. Another Knight slammed the table, having thought of something hilarious.
"And-and the Mr. T doll! You just freaked out so much, man! It's just a doll-"
The rest of his sentence was drowned out with the loudest laughter of all. It was noisy. It resonated through the Cygnus Knight dining hall. Well, at least they were happy, right?
But now they were making fun of Mr. T.
Dr. McNinja stood up. The other Knights giggled.
"What," one of them jeered, "You gonna forget an omelette at us?"
Many laughed. Doc then drew his katana and slammed the blade into the table.
THUNK
That got everyone's attention. Doc glared at all of them. He cleared his throat and said, "Don't you think that's in bad taste?"
Seven simple words sent ripples of remorse through the crowd. Many frowned, as if confused. Clearly, they were not emotionally prepared for that kind of reaction. Some even snorted, obviously at the shame of having laughed at the tragic fall of a brave hero.
"You mean..." a Knight snickered, no doubt ironically, "The Mr. T doll."
"Damn right I mean Mr. T! He was... Just... He was..."
Dr. McNinja felt a flood of emotions wash him away. He was drowning in the useless tears of his penitence, and in blood, which wasn't actually blood, because it was just polysynthetic stuffing. In this torrent of remorse, Doc had to wipe his eyes again with another flask labelled "Ninja Tears". He was running out of vials.
"I'm sorry, I... I have to..."
Doc pulled out the katana and sheathed it. He left the table in a hurry, and mourned for the morality of mankind as he heard them laughing again.
***
Dr. McNinja walked in the woods. The trees grew like mangled hands, reaching from the ground in a scramble for dank sunlight. This was not a particularly happy part of the forest, and it seemed to be always dark. Probably best for some of the more nocturnal creatures here, like owls, bats and...
FLICK
THUNK
The tree that Doc was passing was now decorated with a very intricately designed and distressingly sharp shuriken. McNinja had a second to process this, then leapt into the air and ran up the trunk of a tree, avoiding at least sixteen other throwing stars. He deflected two with the katana he had drawn out of instinct, then landed on a branch and took cover behind the trunk.
"And ninjas," Doc muttered.
Oh, how he'd LOVE some help right now.
"Durr..." one of them mocked, "Lunch time? Hammer time? Miller time?"
The whole table roared in laughter. Doc's chin slowly slid off the palm and down his forearm. Another Knight decided to chip in.
"And - and then just... POOOM! Lightning! And then he just goes FLYING!"
The Knights laughed again. Several imitated what it looked like on the screen, making explosion sound effects with their mouths and miming the body flying with his hand. Another Knight slammed the table, having thought of something hilarious.
"And-and the Mr. T doll! You just freaked out so much, man! It's just a doll-"
The rest of his sentence was drowned out with the loudest laughter of all. It was noisy. It resonated through the Cygnus Knight dining hall. Well, at least they were happy, right?
But now they were making fun of Mr. T.
Dr. McNinja stood up. The other Knights giggled.
"What," one of them jeered, "You gonna forget an omelette at us?"
Many laughed. Doc then drew his katana and slammed the blade into the table.
THUNK
That got everyone's attention. Doc glared at all of them. He cleared his throat and said, "Don't you think that's in bad taste?"
Seven simple words sent ripples of remorse through the crowd. Many frowned, as if confused. Clearly, they were not emotionally prepared for that kind of reaction. Some even snorted, obviously at the shame of having laughed at the tragic fall of a brave hero.
"You mean..." a Knight snickered, no doubt ironically, "The Mr. T doll."
"Damn right I mean Mr. T! He was... Just... He was..."
Dr. McNinja felt a flood of emotions wash him away. He was drowning in the useless tears of his penitence, and in blood, which wasn't actually blood, because it was just polysynthetic stuffing. In this torrent of remorse, Doc had to wipe his eyes again with another flask labelled "Ninja Tears". He was running out of vials.
"I'm sorry, I... I have to..."
Doc pulled out the katana and sheathed it. He left the table in a hurry, and mourned for the morality of mankind as he heard them laughing again.
***
Dr. McNinja walked in the woods. The trees grew like mangled hands, reaching from the ground in a scramble for dank sunlight. This was not a particularly happy part of the forest, and it seemed to be always dark. Probably best for some of the more nocturnal creatures here, like owls, bats and...
FLICK
THUNK
The tree that Doc was passing was now decorated with a very intricately designed and distressingly sharp shuriken. McNinja had a second to process this, then leapt into the air and ran up the trunk of a tree, avoiding at least sixteen other throwing stars. He deflected two with the katana he had drawn out of instinct, then landed on a branch and took cover behind the trunk.
"And ninjas," Doc muttered.
Oh, how he'd LOVE some help right now.
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