--Satan, quoted by John Milton
BUT ANYWAY! More! I enjoy these!
sigpic courtesy of This Guy, original modified by me
Scene opens on a street in a cold, dark city of neon green and black. Rain pours down in buckets from the heavens as a nerdish man in a leather trenchcoat and sunglasses walks down the street. On every sidewalk and in every window of every building are hundreds upon hundreds of fat prairie dogs dressed in business suits and wearing dark sunglasses, each one watching the man carefully as he strides down the street.
Suddenly, a single prairie dog steps out from the crowd and faces the man. They stare down each other for a moment.
Delphi: Agent Parce. You have grown out of control. It ends tonight.
Fantastically charged music begins to play as Delphi charges the prairie dog. Meanwhile, the portly rodent sits quietly and stares down his foe.
Suddenly, as Delphi goes into a flying kick, the prairie dog leaps up and bashes a fire extinguisher against the nerd's head, sending him crashing to the ground before the prairie dog turns the hose on him and blasts him with frost.
Delphi: Wait, that's not in the scrip-
Another clone of the prairie dog steps out from the crowd and cracks a rolling pin over Delphi's head.
Delphi: Ow, dammit!
Another clone emerges and brings a baseball bat to bear against the back of Delphi's skull.
Delphi: Where the hell do you get all this stuf-
A fourth clone smashes his kneecaps with a golf club.
Delphi: Who in their right minds would give you a gift certificate to BluntForceTraumaStore.com?!?!!
The next clone steps up and breaks his fingers with a crowbar.
Delphi: MORPHEUS!
A clap of thunder echoes overhead, drowning out the screams below, as the clones line up, each one eager to try out their early Christmas gifts on the unfortunate Mr. Aegis.
Possibly To Be Continued...
