07-23-2015, 04:24 PM
"Are you sure this is gonna work?"
"When am I ever sure anything's going to work?"
Doc and Rad crouched near the bunker hatch. They glared at each other. Dr. McNinja was still emotionally injured after the Betrayal of the Battleship. King Radical always had that bad-ass glare of his, so this was nothing unusual for him.
"I would rather not be blown to millions of ninja-physician pieces," Doc snarled.
"Excuse me, Doctor," King Radical snickered, "But are you telling me you are doubting the Back-to-Explosions Maneuver?”
"I'm telling you I doubt the legitimacy of your portable Cumberbot," Doc replied.
"Say what you will, Doctor," the radical royal chuckled, "My plan is foolproof."
"It's our plan," Dr. McNinja snapped, "And last time you said, that lovely robot of yours dissembled into my hometown."
"Yes, but this time, you're on my side."
"Not for long."
"Oh, just wait, Doctor," King Radical whispered in a sing-song voice, "You and I are more similar than you think."
"We're nothing alike."
"Don't talk like them, you're not! Even if you'd like to be. To them, you're just a freak, like me. They need you right now. But when they don't, they'll cast you out, like a leper-"
Doc slapped King Radical hard across the cheek.
"As much as I loved Batman Begins, that's plagiarism."
"YOU DARE MISTAKE-"
The hatch of the prison bay hissed open. The two Stormtroopers from earlier marched in. They scanned the prison cell that Dr. McNinja and King Radical were trapped inside just moments before.
"We've arrived."
Nothing.
One Stormtrooper looked at the other in fear.
"I thought you locked them up."
"I did!"
"He did, it's true."
The Stormtroopers looked up. An invisible veil moved aside. Dr. McNinja's ninja tricks! The veil revealed a man-sized robot with a mustachioed castle for a head. It marched forward and reached out its arms. Missile launchers and laser cannons cocked and two bazookas propped on its shoulders.
"You're under arrest and all that," King Radical said from inside the robot.
"Actually, this is sort of a prison break. We'd be the ones under arrest."
"Doctor, you're ruining my flow."
The Stormtroopers raised their rifles in panic. "You're under arrest!"
"See? I told you so," Dr. McNinja commented as he spun forward, katana twirling in the air. He hacked through the two Stormtroopers as whole legions of them arrived at the location, ready to apprehend the two escaping convicts.
The miniature Cumberbot fired its entire arsenal, decimating the Imperial troops to the various rings of Hell. The legions fired their shots, but they all seemed to whizz right past them. Even King Radical, who was slowly advancing in a clunky robot, seemed to be completely nonplussed as lasers almost bent out of their original trajectory.
"Crap, did the armory give us the training Must-Miss Rifles again?"
"Just shoot them, God dammit!"
Lasers showered the skies as King Radical mowed down the main chunks of soldiers and Doc eliminated stragglers and snipers. Unbeknownst to them, the battle was about to go downhill...
"When am I ever sure anything's going to work?"
Doc and Rad crouched near the bunker hatch. They glared at each other. Dr. McNinja was still emotionally injured after the Betrayal of the Battleship. King Radical always had that bad-ass glare of his, so this was nothing unusual for him.
"I would rather not be blown to millions of ninja-physician pieces," Doc snarled.
"Excuse me, Doctor," King Radical snickered, "But are you telling me you are doubting the Back-to-Explosions Maneuver?”
"I'm telling you I doubt the legitimacy of your portable Cumberbot," Doc replied.
"Say what you will, Doctor," the radical royal chuckled, "My plan is foolproof."
"It's our plan," Dr. McNinja snapped, "And last time you said, that lovely robot of yours dissembled into my hometown."
"Yes, but this time, you're on my side."
"Not for long."
"Oh, just wait, Doctor," King Radical whispered in a sing-song voice, "You and I are more similar than you think."
"We're nothing alike."
"Don't talk like them, you're not! Even if you'd like to be. To them, you're just a freak, like me. They need you right now. But when they don't, they'll cast you out, like a leper-"
Doc slapped King Radical hard across the cheek.
"As much as I loved Batman Begins, that's plagiarism."
"YOU DARE MISTAKE-"
The hatch of the prison bay hissed open. The two Stormtroopers from earlier marched in. They scanned the prison cell that Dr. McNinja and King Radical were trapped inside just moments before.
"We've arrived."
Nothing.
One Stormtrooper looked at the other in fear.
"I thought you locked them up."
"I did!"
"He did, it's true."
The Stormtroopers looked up. An invisible veil moved aside. Dr. McNinja's ninja tricks! The veil revealed a man-sized robot with a mustachioed castle for a head. It marched forward and reached out its arms. Missile launchers and laser cannons cocked and two bazookas propped on its shoulders.
"You're under arrest and all that," King Radical said from inside the robot.
"Actually, this is sort of a prison break. We'd be the ones under arrest."
"Doctor, you're ruining my flow."
The Stormtroopers raised their rifles in panic. "You're under arrest!"
"See? I told you so," Dr. McNinja commented as he spun forward, katana twirling in the air. He hacked through the two Stormtroopers as whole legions of them arrived at the location, ready to apprehend the two escaping convicts.
The miniature Cumberbot fired its entire arsenal, decimating the Imperial troops to the various rings of Hell. The legions fired their shots, but they all seemed to whizz right past them. Even King Radical, who was slowly advancing in a clunky robot, seemed to be completely nonplussed as lasers almost bent out of their original trajectory.
"Crap, did the armory give us the training Must-Miss Rifles again?"
"Just shoot them, God dammit!"
Lasers showered the skies as King Radical mowed down the main chunks of soldiers and Doc eliminated stragglers and snipers. Unbeknownst to them, the battle was about to go downhill...
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