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Miss Knowitall got Fear as he ran screaming past, knowing what would happen to him ahead of time, but then too distracted byt he spider to care.
"Don't be afraid of the fangs of the modern day arachnid!" she laughed triumphantly. "The gluttonous proteines in the venomous glands of the upper respiratory system harms NOTHING unless you were a tiny grasshoppious maximillius."

"Cuhses!" The Silver Pimp exclaimed, "This is taking fah too lowng!" With that he dashed at the Mayor and grabbed her by her wrists, "Sow laung, fuckas!"

*The Silver Pimp tapped his disco ball cane on the ground. In a flash of speed and funky baseline 70s music, his ride was on the scene. He tossed the Mayor into the back seat and followed her in. He motioned to the driver to step on it.*

"Ho's! Get them!"

The prostitute army converged upon the heroes.

The Silver Pimp laughed once more, as his ride escaped.

Single Woman was on the scene and skated after SP at high speed. Staying steady with his window, she threw a punch at it, only to recoil her burised hand back. "Damn, no strenght will at high speed. Oh shit..." That was the least of her problems, for she was coming into on coming traffic and when she tried to jump, didn't get more then an inch off the ground. But not that she wasn't going at high speed anymore, she was not invonrable to pain as she hit by car after car.

Logic walked across the street and barely missed the car that Silver Pimp was in. The wind knocked her down the road, but she just meowed and crossed over to the other side.

She was now walking towards the gang of prostitutes, minding her own business...and getting in the way of their attack unknowingly.

BM had made little progress in all the hussle,getting distracted from Sterling by the army of women skilled in "horizontal refreshment",his tongue and chainsaw were dragging behind him.

Sterling got up, rubbed his aching rear, and looked around. "Women of easy virtue, turn back from this life!...and now, after the Silver Pimp. Adeu." Sterling took off after him, but stopped about twelve yards later, out of breath. "This armor is really far too heavy...."

After helping in the clean up of the 12 car pile up, that she cause, Single Woman took to the skies this time to see if she could spot out where SP's car was.

BM was staring at all the women skilled in uh..whole sale before something even more amazing caught his eye,despite all the carnage that had been happening it still had its power over him and he actually showed some energy by running towards it,toward a cinema with "A NON STOP B-MOVIE MARATHON"

"MY NIRVANA!!!"

That (Creepy) Guy stared onward from his vantage point. Just staring, observing, watching. After a short time he shrugged to himself and with an almost lazy walk, followed after BM.

Villian Name: The Wizzer (he meant to say Wizard, but...)
Secret Idenity and job: Sam Rogers, a telephone operator
Description: An oversized top hat and a sparkling coat with tails and flashy buttons. Purple and black trousers and a wonderful wink.
Powers: He knows every spell there is, and he has the power to cast them all without consequence but they require him to speak the magical words.
Flaws: He constantly suffers from "Freudian Slips" he can't say a damn thing without slipping his tongue and saying something stupid or perverted or moronic. This causes his spells to screw up pretty much all of the time.


IC: The wizzer sat on the bench, waiting for the bus so that he could go to city hall and capture the mayor, when he saw SP's easily recognizable car fly by with the mayor in the back.

"The Sliver Pimp has already craptured the Mayor! I mean Captured!" The Wizzer leapt up and pointed his wand at the automobile. "Take this! Magic of power, magic of ire, blast this poor soul, ignite him with choir!" The wizzer of course had hoped to set SP on fire, but was rather surprised when the car screeched to a halt and the Silver Pimp emerged, singing at the top of his lungs. "Gah!" Our villan tried another spell: "Thunder is loud, thunder is frightening, but it's nothing, compared to this lighting!" A spoltlight emerged from the clouds and fell upon the Pimp, still singing.
"Dammit!"

SP looked out from his pimpmobile and waved at the Wizzer.

"Thanks fah the lightin. It was starting to get dawk 'round here!"

He laughed. He laughed HARD.


((Fast Forward))

The pimpmobile stopped. It had reached its destination. Over an hour of driving across city and countryside, the pimp and the mayor were in the hideout of the pimp.

It wasn't a ghetto, this place was a frickin huge castle. The walls were outlined with funky neon lights, while a giant disco ball sit atop the tallest tower of the castle.

This was the Pimp Keep.

Silver Pimp grabbed onto the mayor and tried to drag her into the castle, but she resisted. SP got angry and gave her a vicious pimpslap. With the Mayor subdued, Silver Pimp, her guest, and the whore army flooded into the castle.

OOC: What i'm trying to do is set up the next scene. The castle's got traps, rememba dat. Think the old Batman series with Adam West XD

BM meanwhile was being a little to enthusiastic at the cinema,standing on the top of a chair and waving his chainsaw about.

"GUT HER,KILL HER,SLASH HER,KEEEEEEEEL HER!!!!!"

Fear would have been on the prowl but he had to go to work. Of course he had to deal with all the half retarded mongoloids who insisted on bringing a full shopping cart to the express counter. And his break was just as bad. Four rat sightings, two boxes of oatmeal and one irate fat lady later Fear decided that he would be going home early today.

OOC: Yes, he's afraid of oatmeal.

SW took to the sky flying over the city, looking for SP. A a distance she thought she saw a castle of some sort, but was unsure. So she used her teleoscopic vision to see SP caring the Mayor inside. 'Ahh ha. There he goes.' *WHAM* She picks herself out of the carter she had just made. 'Note to self. Land first.'

Sleeping on Silver Pimp's desk was Logic. When he saw her...a song appeared out of nowhere *Dramatic gasp*

[song] and the cat came back, the very next day. The cat came back, he thought she was a goner, but the cat came back the very next day and she wouldn't go away. [/song]

OOC: For those who know this song, tell me if there are any mistakes in this. Don't remeber the words exactly.

OCC: I thought it was "She just wouldn't go awaaaayyyyy" But I haven't seen it too recently myself.

The Wizzer pounded his fist on a nearby table. "Curses!" He cursed.

Just then he had an idea. A horrible awful eeevil idea. With the mayor gone, he could walk right into city hall and take over the city with no one to stop him! Once city hall fell, the city would HAVE to listen to him! He chuckled and ran the opposite direction of where the pimp was headed. Soon he heard the unmistakable clanking of metal armor.

That Guy slowly walked into the theater. After staring expressionlessly for a while he walked into the row just before BM and stared into the raving B-movie fan's eyes. Then he turned around and absorbed his attention in a bag of popcorn, etc. Lost in thought.

MissKnowItAll brushed herself off and walked calmly down to where she had last seen the Silver Pimps car. She knew that wherever he would be, there would be bright lights and possibly a disco ball, males always hang on one scenario.

'AAH! THE CAT!" SP screamed, "HOW DID YOU...oh right...the godmoding thing."

He brandished his staff, and told the cat to bring it on.

FT ran into the Cineplace, his shift about to begin. "Aw crap, a B-movie marathon?! these thing always bring out really messed up freaks."
He ducked into the bathroom, changed into his uniform, and ran up to the snack bar. "Hey Dwayne, boss says you gotta stop showing up last minute."
"Shove off, ass-kiss. And don't call me that."
"Okay, Dwayne."

"WHOO HOO THE BLOOD,LET IT FLOOOOOOOOOOW, USE THE PICKAXE,NONO WAIT THE CHAINSAW,USE THE CHAINSAW!!!!",he swung his widly above his head before slamming it downwards just missing That Guy,but BM was too busy enjoying this,too absorbed to even care about the damage he was now doing.

Chet decided that relaxing afternoon at the movies was in order. Upon reaching the theatre however he realized that there was a B-movie marathon going on. With as much dignity as he could muster Chet ran off in the opposite direction.

Logic woke up and streched, yawning. She then looked at Silver Pimp, cocking her head to the side and meowing, almost looking like she was confused.

She jumped off the table and rubbed against Silver Pimp's legs, inserting worlds of pain with each rub and her purrs felt like a million mini-jackhammers.

"Noo...the pain...can't stand it..."

Silver Pimp slammed into the wall due to the sheer godmoding force. This was most unwelcome, as the ritual was supposed to happen soon. He had to get rid of the cat and fast. He willed himself up and tossed a spare, miniature disco ball to the floor. Maybe that could give him enough time to escape.

BM yawned and headed out of cineplace,nearly the entire place had been slashed to bits and he had also hit the projector,so with no movies to keep him interested he was gonna head off to bed,dragging his chainsaw behind him.

"Oh sure, slash and run! I bet you don't have a single thing you do in the world but watch this crap! I bet your place is just a pile of fast food wrappers and tapes of horrible movies! Hell, I bet you never even bothered to upgrade from Beta, even! And I haven't even mentioned your personal hygene! Do you even heard of that word!?"

Bm looked round at the person insulting him and simply flipped him the bird.

"I like my pizza boxes..and my videos and as for hygene...dude you reek,you stink of old popcorn and chewing gum"

His eyes began to tear up, and his lower lip trembled. "That was a cheap shot!" He sat on the ground and began crying.

BM raised an eyebrow,"wuss..*sniff*...er actually I`d like to correct..that was me heh.."

He continued sobbing, "B-b-but, I can't help it, I work at a movie theatre! Why should I be rediculed just for where I work? It's not fair, everyone makes fun of mee-he-heeee!"

"aw shit this is just too easy..I`ll let him mop around for a bit..but sleep beckons me,so long cry baby",as he turned he cringed at the louder sounds of crying,"sheesh that wasn`t even an insult"

That guy carefully picked his way out over the wreckage of the theater. Noticing the sobbing employee, he handed the crumpled figure the last of his popcorn. Then went to go stand against the wall and watch stuff.

He glared at That Guy. "Don't even get me started on you!" He got up, dusted himself off, and resumed his position leaning on the counter and looking menacing.

That guy moved slightly so that he was directly facing The Forked Tongue. Then he just stood there staring. Unmoving, unblinking. Just staring. Right at TFTs eyes...

He began cleaning his glasses with some lens cloth. "Freak."

Logic saw the miniature disco ball and ran after it, meowing and trying to paw at it.

"That's the end of that chapter! Now on to the ritual."

SP left the room, Logic still playing with the disco ball. He'd be at that thing for hours.

Logic wasn't fully destracted. While playing with it, she playfully slapped it towards Silver Pimp. The slap was hard and fast enough to make it look like a discoball-size bullet.

SP felt the disco ball and fell to the ground, feigning unconsciousness. It hurt, but he had to get the upper hand somehow.

Logic walked into the room Silver Pimp was heading towards and saw the Mayor inside. She sat in the middle of the doorway, cocking her head to the side and meowing.