Cosmos in...
Dawn of the Cosmos (Part 2)
By Avi (Gemini Spark) and Xima (Libra Scales)

Starring...

-Avi writes-

Earth. The year is 220X… a time in the far, far future. In fact, one could say that it is set SO far into the future, everybody has lost track as of to what year it is, exactly. Hence, why the last digit is a variable.

The time: 5:00 AM. The date: March 15th. The Ides of March… a day often viewed as a symbol of impending doom…

(Loud, repetitive beeping sounds are heard)

Gemini: ARGH! Curse you noisy earthling gadgets…!!

Gemini takes a good look around the place for the source of the noise, in hopes of silencing it by force. He was in a small, tightly packed, messy little trailer home, that seemed to leave little room to breathe. He floated down to the floor, and began sifting through a pile of stuff as he followed the sound…

Gemini: (Holding an apple) So, this is an earthling alarm clock? It feels all… ripe and fruity. I’d expect an alarm clock to feel all hard, and plastic-like… this strange planet disturbs and confuses me! THIS IS WHY I MUST DESTROY IT! *shoots a blast of electricity at the apple*

The apple, now somewhat charred, rolls over, smoke emanating from it. And yet, the beeping sounds continue…

Gemini: So, that wasn’t an earthling alarm clock? Heh. BUT THIS PLANET STILL DISTURBS AND CONFUSES ME! *sifts further through the pile of stuff, and pulls out an analog wall clock* Is this…? No, it can’t be. I’m fairly certain that this is an earthling dinner plate, and not an earthling alarm clock.

Gemini tosses the analog wall clock at the… well, wall, with a resounding THUD. Naturally, the beeping continues; however, this draws Gemini’s attention to the bed, which takes up at least three quarters of the room. On the bed, rests the source of the beeping – a transer.

For those not in the know, a transer is a big, bulky device that people in this future earth wear around their wrists, that stores all of their personal information, etc. It can also be used for communication. Basically, an overly glorified cell phone. Or, the same exact thing as a PET terminal. Whichever you prefer.

Gemini: HA! You can’t escape my wrath now, earthling alarm clock! Once I destroy you, your ridiculous earth will soon follow suit! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Suddenly, the transer stops beeping as Gemini finishes his evil laugh. It then begins to play back a message, as Gemini stops what he is doing and gives it a listen.

Recording: Howdy, buku! I am the almighty CANCER BUBBLE! And I’m sendin’ this message out to all participants of Project: COSMOS, buku. Come to Warehouse 1313666 at 37 Pegasus Place, where we shall hold a meeting. Hope to see ya there! *A moment passes* ... Food and refreshments will be provided.

Gemini: That accursed little crab… huh? Wait. …How could I have forgotten?! Today is the day we FM-ians get together and plan for the earth’s destruction! Hehehehehe, I’m so there! All I need is… that “host body” of mine… ugh. *sighs* AVI, GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THAT EARTHLING PHONE BOOTH!

Woman’s voice from the bathroom: One minute!

Gemini: Ugh… come on already…

(The door to the bathroom swings open, and out walks an oddly-dressed, green haired girl)

Avi: Hey, Gem. What do you think of my new outfit?

Gemini: …If a clown and a mime got together and made love, that abomination of an outfit would be the child. You look positively hideous, even by earth monkey standards! Now come on! We received an invitation to… a party, at Warehouse 1313666 at 37 Pegasus Place. And I don’t want to be late because of you!

Avi: Hideous? *slaps Gemini across both his faces* And yet… I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, Gem. So, a party you say? What’s the occasion?

Gemini: Reunion… with some old acquaintances. They too are bringing along their filthy human… “friends…”

Avi: Hmm. Sounds fun. So, wave change?

Gemini: Bah. Can’t we wait until we get there?

Avi: No. *begins speaking in a sinister tone, right in one of Gemini’s faces* WAVE CHANGE NOW, MISTER.

Gemini: (backing away) Ugh… fine…

Gemini then approached Avi, and vanished as he seemed to enter her body. A beam of light engulfs Avi, as she begins to transform into the EM wave being known as Gemini Spark! Amidst the light, her silhouette can be seen, as it splits into two entities entirely – it could be said that each entity represents a different side of her personality. The light dies down, as her new form is revealed.

Avi-W: There. Now was THAT so hard, Gemmy boy?

Gemini: Yes.

Avi-B: Well… I’m sorry we had to force you into this, but, you see… we are much more comfortable in this form, and…

Avi-W: *slaps her twin* I didn’t give you permission to speak! So, anyway. Party time!

With that, the Gemini Spark twins (with the FM-ian Gemini in tow) left the trailer for Warehouse 1313666 at 37 Pegasus Place. But, Avi and Gemini were not the only ones to receive and invitation.

We now join another pair… in a dark, unknown location, where we see a rather grim-looking man in a red coat…

Martyr: …

…And a self-proclaimed “beautiful” swan.

Cygnus: *spreads his wings as he stares at himself in the mirror*

(Martyr’s transer begins beeping)

Martyr: … *pouring himself a glass of milk*

Cygnus: …Oh? Mr. Beneal, I believe you have received a call.

Martyr: …hmph. *checks his transer, to see a video recording of a certain, crab-like alien*

Recording: Howdy, buku! I am the almighty CANCER BUBBLE! And I’m sendin’ this message out to all participants of Project: COSMOS, buku. Come to Warehouse 1313666 at 37 Pegasus Place, where we shall hold a meeting. Hope to see ya there! *a moment passes* ...Food and refreshments will be provided.

Cygnus: Oh, yes! I forgot to tell you, Gram. My colleagues and I are hosting a party, and you, sir, are coming along!

Martyr: … *quietly takes out an Oreo cookie*

Cygnus: Oh, but you won’t be going out to a gathering, or anywhere else for that matter, looking like that!

Martyr: *dunks the Oreo into the milk*

Cygnus: You need to comb that tangled mess of hair! And change into some more acceptable clothing!

Martyr: *eats the Oreo*

Cygnus: I don’t want the others to think that I am careless just because my new host is unable to show some common manners! I have an image to keep up, you know!

Martyr: *gets out another Oreo*

Cygnus: *slaps the Oreo out of Martyr’s hand, and onto the floor* Too many of those things will give you cavities! Now, GO AND BRUSH YOUR TEETH, YOUNG MAN!

Martyr: …I hope you choke on a knot of barbed wire. *leaves*

Cygnus: W-WAIT! You still need to clean up this mess!! *Eyeing the Oreo that fell on the floor, with crumbs surrounding it*

(Martyr is already out the door.)

Cygnus: CURSES! That man will be the death of me… *runs after him*

As Martyr and Cygnus take off towards Warehouse 1313666, we now look towards the forest. Everyone’s favorite snake charmer seems to be in a state of deep thought…

Ophiuca: …Oh? It’s the fifteenth of March already? Hmmm…

(She pauses for a moment…)

Ophiuca: None of them worked out very well… at all. Cursed beings of Earth. I may very well need to improvise…

What could Ophiuca be going on about? Whatever it is, we’ll leave her be for now. We now join another duo, in a large, high-tech home of the future, where housekeeping robots patrol the rooms…

(Beeping is heard)

Joel: (to one of the robot servants) Could you get that?

Robot: (In a refined, proper tone) As you wish, master Joel.

(The robot pulls out a remote and presses a button, which causes a holographic projection of Cancer Bubble to appear from some sort of device in the center of the room.)

Recording: Howdy, buku! I am the almighty CANCER BUBBLE! And I’m sendin’ this message out to all participants of Project: COSMOS, buku. Come to Warehouse 1313666 at 37 Pegasus Place, where we shall hold a meeting. Hope to see ya there! *a moment passes* ... food and refreshments will be provided.

Joel: …What is that crab-like… thing? Taurus?

(Joel turns to his FM-ian partner, who is lazing about on an automatic massage chair. On either side of him, are two robots, serving up beer and cheese doodles.)

Taurus: (spitting up cheese doodle crumbs as he talks) Mmph, some annoying little brat. *Pours some beer down his throat*

Joel: Do you know that creature?

Taurus: Mooooo… yeah, I guess. He’s a tad more annoying than I remember him. Little punk.

Joel: And what the heck does “buku” mean?

Taurus: It means “I am a retard and need to be punched in the face.”

Joel: …Really?

Taurus: No. But I still want to punch him the face, damn it!

Joel: Uh huh… riiight… no matter, for whatever reason, I suddenly have the urge for some crab cakes.

Taurus: Me too… perhaps we should go to this warehouse place then! There will most certainly be crab cakes there… moooahahahahaha… MOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Joel: …um, fair enough, I suppose… but what is with this “Project: COSMOS” that the tasty little morsel- I mean, creature… thing mentioned?

Taurus: Mooo, I forget… something to do with some of my coworkers doing something of some sort. But… CRAB CAKES!

Joel: Ah, some friends from your job are throwing a party then? If there are crab cakes… then may I come along?

Taurus: Yeah sure. As long as you don’t hog them all for yourself! *he pours a whole bag of cheese doodles as well as a whole bottle of beer down his throat, simultaneously*

(The two then walked outside, and got into one of Joel’s high-tech hover cars)

Joel: Driver? Take us to Warehouse 1313666 at 37 Pegasus Place.

Robot: As you wish, master Joel.

And with that, they drove off to their destination.

-Xima writes-

Elsewhere, safely away from copious amounts of alcohol and cheese doodles, up in an apartment building, quite high up, almost to the top floor, the strangled cries of an FM-ian we all know and hopefully love could be heard. Why is Libra screaming? Well, we're about to find out, now, aren't we?

Libra: *Eyes on the computer screen* Such... such an unbalanced pile of rubbish!

Vok: *Eyes never leaving the screen* I TOLD you not to come in during private time, Libra. Now you pay the price. What you have seen cannot be unseen. Let it be your punishment.

Libra shivers, floating away, mumbling to himself, phasing through the wall with ease. A moment later, Vok's transer began beeping cheerily on his arm, speaking of him getting an E-mail. He stopped his "unbalanced rubbish", opening the mail, curious as to who it could be at this hour of the day.

Vok: A recording..? At this hour? What in the Hell?

*Vok opens the attachment.*

Wholly terrifying little crab creature: Howdy, buku! I am the almighty CANCER BUBBLE! And I’m sendin’ this message out to all participants of Project: COSMOS, buku. Come to Warehouse 1313666 at 37 Pegasus Place, where we shall hold a meeting. Hope to see ya there! *a moment passes* ... Food and refreshments will be provided.

*The recording cuts off*

Vok: ... Holy shit. That thing is utterly terrifying.

*Vok leaves his unbalanced piled of rubbish indefinitely, seeking out Libra, whom he played the message to.*

Vok: Who is this terrifying little crustacean, Libra?

Libra: Cancer Bubble, Vok. A member of my organization.

Vok: And this project COSMOS?

Libra: What I told you about.

Vok: Something about balancing the world or some such? I'd love a bit more detail, you know.

Libra: No.

Vok: Goatse.

Libra gives a cry of terror, fleeing into a corner, sniveling pitifully.

Vok: Tell me, Libra. I don't want to have to see if you're FEELING LUCKY.

Libra cries out again, all but scrunched into a ball.

Libra: Okay, okay! It's just some terrorist planning to cause fear and loneliness for our FM-ian brethreeeen!

Libra continues to snivel, shaking uncontrollably as Vok thinks this over in his mind for a moment.

Vok: Very well. We'd best get going, then, shouldn't we?

Vok leaves for the door, picking up a coat from a nearby rack.

Libra: Hold it *sniff* right there, mister. Where do you think you're going?

Vok: Warehouse 1313666 on 37 Pegasus Place, I believe.

Libra: Not like that, you aren't. All of my brethren will be with their human counter-parts in Wave form, and you would do well to do the same, lest we upset the balance of our team-mates.

Vok: *sigh* Fine.

Vok walks over, thrusting a hand towards Libra, and in a bright flash of light, there lays Libra Scales!

Without a word, they floated upwards, onto the EM roads, towards Pegasus Place.

Elsewhere, one psychotic Satella Officer was muttering something about a large amount of Z-waves nearby, converging to one point...

-Avi writes-

We now cut to a dimly lit room, where we see a girl at a desk, drawing a little picture. Hovering over her shoulder, is an alien resembling a husky dog…

Wolf: Grrrrrrrrrrrr… *barks at the paper*

Elec: *sighs* What’s wrong with it this time?

Wolf: A TREE DOES NOT LOOK LIKE THAT! In all my years of using them as what you humans call “a toilet,” I think I’d know what’s a tree, and what’s a bumpy green lollypop! AND THIS IS A BUMPY GREEN LOLLYPOP.

Elec: You speak as if you are actually housebroken. How long have you even been on Earth anyway? Have you ever taken a look at any of our trees?

Wolf: Yes, and they look like a tangled mess of brown, pointy sticks, NOT BUMPY GREEN LOLLYPOPS.

Elec: Well, have you ever heard of something called “seasons?” In the spring, they grow leaves, giving the tops of them a somewhat rounded appearance over the branches.

Wolf: HA! Spring already began! And I don’t see any green stuff, do you?! ERASE IT AND MAKE IT POINTY, LIKE A REAL EARTH TREE.

Elec: Ugh. The leaves don’t always regrow instantaneously the moment spring starts.

Wolf: I DON’T CARE!!! *places his paws over a dog bone that happens to be sitting on the floor, and begins to furiously bite at it to relieve stress*

(Elec’s transer begins to beep)

Elec: Gah! What is it now? *checks her transer*

You-know-who: Howdy, buku! I am the almighty CANCER BUBBLE! And I’m sendin’ this message out to all participants of Project: COSMOS, buku. Come to Warehouse 1313666 at 37 Pegasus Place, where we shall hold a meeting. Hope to see ya there! *a moment passes* ... Food and refreshments will be provided.

Elec: Okay… what’s with that strange, yet oddly adorable little crab guy, and what’s he talking about?

Wolf: *still chomping at his bone*

Elec: Drop it…!

Wolf: *chomping still*

(Elec sighs, then goes to pull the bone out of the canine FM-ian’s mouth. After a heated game of tug-of-war, Elec emerges victorious.)

Wolf: GRRRRRRRRRRAAAH! What do you want me to tell you?!

Elec: I have a feeling you know the crab… do you?

Wolf: Grrr, I guess. And I guess you want me to tell you what Project: COSMOS is?

Elec: Well, yes.

Wolf: They told me that it is supposed to be a great outlet for stress relief! You know that I’m going, AND YOU ARE COMING ALONG IF YOU KNOW WHAT’S GOOD FOR YOU! *charges towards the door*

Elec: (holding a dog’s leash) Not without this, you’re not going.

Wolf: Oh? Just TRY and force that thing on me.

Elec: Will do. *grabs Wolf by the scruff of the neck*

Wolf: GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! *barks*

After much struggle, Elec gets the leash around the alien’s neck. Afterwards, they head on out for Warehouse 1313666.

Outside, along the way…

Wolf: *sniffs the air* …!!

Elec: What is it, boy?

Wolf: First off, STOP TREATING ME LIKE A DAMNED DOG. Second… somebody’s coming.

Elec: Quick, pulse into my transer—

At that moment, Wolf took off, leash and all, instead of hiding himself in the transer. Elec palmed her face as the alien took off into the surrounding woods. No sooner, though, did a figure approach…

???: Hmm… I am picking up some strong Z-wave activity from around here…

Elec slowly backs away, hoping not to be spotted by the stranger. However, it was already too late, as she found herself face to face with an odd man in a trench coat with a blinking light on his head…

Copper: (holding out his badge) Inspector Bob Copper of the Satella Police. I have been detecting immense Z-wave activity within the vicinity for quite some time. So I ask you, young lady… have you seen any… aliens recently?

Elec: …Aliens? Oh, come on, you can’t be serious.

Copper: Don’t be ridiculous now, missy. The alien race known as the FM-ians threatened our whole world not too long ago! You can’t say you weren’t there at the time.

Elec: …You have issues. Later. *walks off*

Copper: Hold it right there! According to my equipment, you are practically a magnet for Z-waves! Now fess up. Have you been around any aliens?

(Elec ignores the eccentric detective and continues walking. Copper then runs up to her, and blocks her path forward. He then looks her in the eye, and begins inching uncomfortably close…)

Copper: I am going to need to see your transer, missy.

Elec: Really now, you dirty old coot?! *she then delivers a punch to Copper’s face!*

Copper: (pushed back) OW! YOU NEARLY KNOCKED MY TEETH OUT, YOU LITTLE- *he then looks around, but Elec is nowhere to be seen*

Copper: …So the brat escaped. Oh, but this is not the last you’ve seen of Bob Copper, little missy. *He takes out a walkie talkie* This is Agent Copper, requesting backup, over…

Further up the road…

Wolf: (emerging from the bushes) Ooh, so you punched a cop now? Heh heh!

Elec: Cop? More like some random sicko who was trying to get his hands on my personal information. Now come on.

-Avi and Xima write-

…Anyway. We now cut to… a haunted house!

*DRAMATIC THUNDERCLAP!*

*RAIN POURS DOWN HEAVILY!*

*THE WIND EERILY ECHOES!*

*RAVENS CAW!*

Crown: So noisy out there… HEY YOU.

(A ghost emerges from the shadows…Wait, what in the Hell? What's a haunted house doing in the high-tech metropolis?)

Ghost: What is it, Crown?

Crown: Close the damn window.

Ghost: What, are you kidding? I'm a ghost. Ghosts can't touch real things. *He phases his hand through the window for effect*

Crown: (sarcastic) You’re a what now?

Ghost: …Why don’t you close the window?

Crown: Nope. Too busy with… stuff. *reading what appears to be a dirty magazine* Kekekekekekekeke…

Yes, the logistics of this situation are lost on us too.

Ghost: What’s that? Can I see?

Crown: Not until you close the window.

Ghost: Screw you and give me the freakin' porn!

Crown and the ghost come together in MORTAL KOMBAAAAAAT, only to accidentally fuse into Crown Thunder, the creepy skeleton with a flasher coat made of metal!

Crown Thunder: KUKUKUKUKUKUKUKUKUKU!!! *hops on over to the window, and shuts it*

Crown: There we go. Now back to whatever it was I was doing.

Crown Thunder: About that, I want porn.

Before the FM-ian can answer, beeping is heard. Crown Thunder takes a look around the haunted house, and sees a small, flashing light to accompany the noise, in the darkness…

Crown Thunder: Kekeke! Shiny thing!

He then followed the light, to find a skeleton lying on the floor. (hey, it IS a haunted house!) On the skeleton’s wrist, is a transer – the source of the light and sound, naturally.

Crown Thunder: SHINY THING! I’m keeping it.

Crown Thunder opens his cloak, where many shiny things are stored – from jewels, to silverware, to jingle bells (LOTS of jingle bells. Like, enough for Christmas in Reindeer Town. JINGLE BELLS EVERYWHERE, MAAAAAN.). He picks the transer off the dead guy, and shoves it under his cloak. All the while, it remains beeping.

Crown: Meh… shut that thing up.

Crown Thunder: Fine… *he takes the transer out of his cloak, and answers it.*

What’s his name again?: Howdy, buku! I am the almighty CANCER BUBBLE! And I’m sendin’ this message out to all participants of Project: COSMOS, buku. Come to Warehouse 1313666 at 37 Pegasus Place, where we shall hold a meeting. Hope to see ya there! *a moment passes* ... Food and refreshments will be provided.

Crown Thunder: That crab has shiny things on his claws. …I’m gonna steal them and add them to my collection, KEKEKEKEKEKEKE!!!

In a flash, Crown Thunder is out of the spooky place and on his way to the warehouse. Along the way…

Wolf: *growls*

Elec: …What is it this time?

Crown Thunder: *Leaps out of the bushes* HEY BABY, RIDE WITH ME AWAY. MY GREEN COAT IS TIGHT, AND ONTO MY LOVE ROCKET, CLIMB.

Elec: ... *Stares vacantly, not entirely sure what's going on*

Crown Thunder: *Flashes Elec, tearing off his coat, myriad shiny things making an intense light* CLIIIIIIIIMB!

Elec: *Stares vacantly for a moment longer, before promptly smashing him in the face, knocking off his skull! She then grabs what would appear to be an expensive wrist-watch from Crown’s coat, and runs towards Crown's head, stealing his… crown, before disappearing.*

Crown Thunder’s Head (Crown): ...Well, now that worked, didn't it? Over here, body. To my left. No, not your left, MY left. OVER HERE YOU RETARD.

Crown Thunder’s Body (Ghost): Shut up, you try seeing without eyes.

After a bit of hit-and-miss, they manage to pull themselves together, Crown pulling out another crown, from... somewhere... and putting it back on.

Crown Thunder: Kekeke, much better.

-Xima writes-

And finally, at Warehouse 1313666, we have the catalyst for all of this madness, Cancer Bubble, sitting in a comfy-looking leather chair, looking bored.

Cancer Bubble: Buku, what's taking everyone? It's almost meeting time, buku!

And indeed it was, with only a good 15 minutes between them and the appointed time.

Cancer Bubble: And this DJ's getting payed by the hour, buku!

Wait, what? A DJ? Yes, it would seem that upon closer inspection, this warehouse appears to have been freakin' decked out with all sorts of swanky stuff, ranging from furniture, to a table covered with food, and to said DJ and plush carpeting! And said DJ came with a pair of huge speakers which had a good old time of blaring an interesting little song by Rick Astley called Never Gonna Give You Up.

Speakers: WE'RE NO STRANGERS TO LOO-KSSSSSHHHHH

Said KSSSSSSH-ing had to do with the DJ getting strangled by one Queen Ophiuca, the poor DJ falling to the floor, a victim of her magic hands.

Cancer Bubble: Opheliaaa! Why'd you strangle the DJ!?

Ophiuca: Because that song makes me want to kick puppies. And it’s “Ophiuca.”

Cancer Bubble: *blink blink* But everything makes you want to kick puppies, despite your apparent lack of legs, buku.

Ophiuca: Want to change that to EM Crabs?

Cancer Bubble: Uhhh, right. Where's your partner, buku?

Ophiuca: ... She's currently relieving herself.

Cancer Bubble: Of what, buku?

Ophiuca: *facepalm* She's in the bathroom. I refuse to deal with such silly human tendencies.

Cancer Bubble: Uh, okay then? Do you know where all the others, buku?

Ophiuca: I don't know. I didn't see head nor tail of any of them on the way.

-Avi writes-

Elsewhere, at the docks, a small crowd of EM creatures, along with their respective human hosts, were beginning to form a crowd...

Cygnus: Why look, Gram! If it isn’t the other members of Project COSMOS!

Martyr: …

Elec: …Who are these freaks?

Wolf: YOU FORGOT ALREADY, GOLDFISH BRAIN?! Grrrrrrrraaagh! They are our “teammates” or whatever the hell we are supposed to call them.

Crown Thunder: I call you BESSSSSSSST FRIEEEEEEEEENDS! *embraces Martyr, Cygnus, Elec, and Wolf in a rather painful, unrelenting bear hug, not soon letting go*

Elsewhere…

Copper: (the light atop his head glowing brightly) Eh?! I am detecting an intense Z-wave reading approximately 259.86 yards north of Pegasus Place! It’s almost as if the waves are compressing violently against one another… oh my. Whatever this means, it can’t be good…

Officer #1: Durrrrr, maybe it means the Z-Waves are hugging each other!

Copper: You, that is the fourth stupidest thing I have ever heard in all my years as a paranoid paranormal activities investigator! I cannot stress enough how serious this situation is… men, move out, now!

Officer #2: Um, okay, but-

Copper: …You are supposed to say “YES SIR” like a normal officer, Officer!

Officer #2: Yeah, but, unlike normal officers, um, sir, we weren’t given handguns. Wouldn’t handguns work better against aliens than these big, bulky… vacuum-looking… things?

Copper: These Suckbuster 3000™ devices are designed specifically to take in and contain any EM life form in range, so that they may no longer be a threat. And guess what we are going up against? EM life forms!

Officer #3: “Suckbuster…” TEE-HEE!

Officer #2: I still think guns would work a lot better.

Copper: Well too bad, you don’t have any guns. You are using the suckbusters, and you will like it! NOW MOVE OUT!

Officer #3: If there’s something strange in the neighborhood, WHO YOU GONNA CALL?! SUCKBUSTERSSSS!!!

Officer #2: Ugh… *sigh*

Approximately 259.86 yards north of Pegasus Place…

Crown Thunder: (still squeezing his teammates ever tightly) Hug hug hug, HUG HUG HUG! Hug hug hug, HUG HUG HUG!

Cygnus: Can’t… breathe… life… fading… alas, I am too beautiful… for this world…

Martyr: … *twitches violently, eventually breaking free*

Cygnus: *also free* SWEET FREEDOM!

(However, Crown Thunder managed to keep Wolf and Elec trapped in his embrace)

Wolf: GRRRRRRARFARFARFARFARFARFARFGRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrARFARF!

Elec: You…!!!

Crown Thunder: Hello again, gorgeous. Lose the pooch, and climb with me. Up to the starry sky, CLIMB.

Elec: Urk… that’s it. No mercy.

Wolf: Grrrrrrahahahahahahaha!

As Crown Thunder continues his “hug of death,” a bright flash blinds him! When the light dies down, he finds that Wolf and Elec have merged into Wolf Woods! Shakily, Crown Thunder releases the enraged werewolf from his grip.

Crown Thunder: …oh… kay… suddenly I’m not interested in you any more.

Elec: DIE. *begins slashing furiously at Crown Thunder*

Crown Thunder: EEP! You meanie, mean, mean… MEANIEHEAD OF MEANINGLESS MEANNESS! *summons two ghostly spirits, each wielding a dangerously sharp object or two* Go, my ghastly minions, and cut down the accursed pooch monster! Kekekekeke!!!

Cygnus: Ooooooh, a heated argument between teammates! Gram, get me a bag of popcorn. This, I command!

Martyr: … *doesn’t do anything*

Cygnus: What are you doing just standing there?! I need popcorn to enjoy the show! Do you want me to die of starvation here!?

Martyr: …Yes. I do.

Crown Thunder and Wolf Woods’s “heated argument” raged on. Bolts of lighting rained down, spirits attacked, slashes slashed, and an EM Wolf Pack summoned by Elec made a mess of the place. All the while, poor Cygnus didn’t get any popcorn! Many trees fell in the process, yet their “argument” showed no signs of stopping. That was, until two figures arrived on the scene.

Avi-B: Um… hi? Yeah… you two should really stop fighting, we don’t want to draw any attention to ourselves… not yet… please?

Avi-W: Translation: STOP WHATEVER THE HECK YOU ARE DOING THIS INSTANT! If you don’t, we’ll just have to make ourselves a nice, blue fur coat and a skeleton mask… hehehehe.

Avi-B: Except, skeleton masks aren’t very fashionable, and I don’t like harming animals… so please… don’t make us have to do this…

Avi-W: (at Avi-B) Mwehehehehe. You’ll be the one wearing the highly unfashionable skeleton mask, while I get the fashionable fur coat.

Crown Thunder: OOH. I want to wear a skeleton mask too!

Elec: (at the twins) Ugh! Look, I’ll deal with you two later. (at Crown Thunder) But I would gladly take their idea of making a skeleton mask… *brandishes her claws in a most menacing fashion, and glares at the ghostly alien’s face, bearing fangs at him*

Crown Thunder: You’ll make a skeleton mask? Just for me?! THANK YOU THANK YOU! I’m not even mad at you any more! *shakes Elec’s claw/hand* PEACE, BABY.

Elec: I didn’t mean… bah, sure, whatever. Anything to stop you from being annoying.

Gemini: Ugh… now that we are done behaving like children, let’s just find the damn warehouse…

Cygnus: Well well well, Gemini, someone’s in a little mood! Oh, did the big bad playground bully make fun of you for having two faces again?

Gemini: …Be quiet…

Cygnus: Hmph. Now, I wonder, when will the others arrive? Snake chick, roast beef, and balance boy?

Gemini: Either they are already at the place with Cancer, or they took other transport routes… like, the wave roads, or, the car roads or whatever they’re called that the earthlings ride on in their little horseless wagons…

Wolf: “Horseless wagons?” I know you don’t know jack about this worthless planet, but it’s the 2Xth century for Pete’s sake! GET WITH THE FREAKING TIMES.

Soon afterward, they continued onward towards the warehouse.

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