| The Albuquerque Saga-Chapter Three |
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Roseidous and Roses sat in the Evil Breakroom, contemplating the next Evil Step in their Evil Plan. Roseidous stroked a non-existent beard. "...and then, we'll forcefeed them twinkies!" Roses giggled psychotically for several minutes too long. A short servent droid obviously meant only for comic relief hobbled in to the Evil Breakroom. It spoke in an amusing western accent. "Well 'ello l'il missy, we done got a problem." the robot said amusingly. "What is it, robot?" Roseidous asked evilly. "Well, dat dere captive has done esc-" Tyrael crashed though the ceiling tile on top of the robot, crushing it's head, and causing it's voice to fade away in an amusing manner. Roseidous tilted back in his chair, amused. Roses shrieked, but it was an amused shriek. "So, you've managed to escape..." Roseidous chuckled. "You really think we need you anymore?" Tyrael looked confused, but he continued standing in his power-rangery stance. Roses explained, "You really think we were going to abduct people until we had enough for an army?" She looked at him evilly. "All we needed was you." Tails realized what was happening before Tyrael. "You don't mean..." she said, shocked. She tried to hide said shock with her sexy black hat. Roseidous chuckled. "Yes, yes I do. Would you like to clue poor Ty in, Rosey?" he asked Roses. Roses grabbed a conveniant blue veil and pulled it off a window. Tyrael looked out the window. Thousands of Tyrael-clones lined a huge factory-type room. "By God!" he said, stumbling back. "Yes, true, I'm afraid," Roses laughed. "You're so fun to taunt when you're stupid. Er, your clones are." "What're you going to do with them?" Tails asked. "Simple, my dear lady," Roseidous laughed. "Take over Albuquerque." "NOOOOOOOOO!!!" Tyrael shouted. "Wait, why exactly are you-" "Taking over Albuquerque? What you don't know is that Albuquerque is the cheese-center of the world. With the world's supply of cheese, we can take over...um...." "The world" Roses cut in. "Yeah, the world. So....ha!" Tyrael leaned close to Tails and whispered to her, "How exactly is having the world's supply of cheese going to let them take over the world?" She looked at him, shocked. "Duh!" "Oh yeah, stupid me..." Tyrael mumbled, still not understanding. "Well, uh, did you get around to thinking up an escape plan?" Tails shook her head. "Damn." * * * Miles away, Yoda and Dahjo watched the precedings through a camera hidden in Tails's left nostril. "We should probably send someone in...." Dahjo suggested. Yoda looked at him. "Yes, send we should. Someone insane enough to break into the base with bare hands." "You don't mean..." "Mean, I do. 3rd person girl" "It's a dangerous move, y'know." "Yes. Know, I do." * * * Back at the Evil Corporation Headquarters, several hundred Tyrael-clones chased Tyrael and Tails down an overly long hall. One opened fire on Tyrael, who jumped up, dodging the bullet, and kicked the clone in the head. The rest of the clones screamed "Yeeeeeeep!" (a sort of hamster battle cry) and continued after them. "We need to get to the roof!" Tails screamed. "I know!" Tyrael put a hand under her foor and boosted her through the ceiling, directly to the roof. "Well that was easy..." Tyrael jumped through the hole himself, as they heard a chopper in the distance. "Think it's someone from out previously unmentioned Technopunk Rose Resistence?" Tails asked. "I hope. Unless it's Fitey. She'd probably crash the chopper on to the roof, barely avoiding killing us." Fitey crashed the chopper into the roof, barely avoiding killing Tails and Tyrael. Tyrael sighed. "Fitey kill!" she screamed at the clones, who now poured out the hole. She began singing various songs, including the Unicron theme and "Scooby-dooby doo, where are you?". Many clones heads exploded in an explosion of head exploding. "Fitey say let's go!" she screamed to Tyrael and Tails, gesturing torward Dahjo and Yoda screeching to a stop in a sporty convertible, below the building. "Tyrael says good idea" Tyrael said, amusing himself, and causing everyone to laugh hysterically for several minutes, momentairly forgetting the clones with guns. TO BE CONTINUED << Chapter Two Home Chapter Four >> |