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| Summary: This was a thing. A thing that happened. Who: Cosgrove, Freakazoid, Guitierrez, "͐@ͤ͊̋̔[̓=͂̿͆ḡͮͧ͊ͥ3͑́ͣ̉̓,̏ͨ̆8̄dͧ]̋ͥ̿͊ͨ\ͣ̔̋̒͋ͯ&͛ͦ̓f̆̿b̈́̎ͫ̍ͪ̅͛ḃ́̉͂̀̋=-q͛͐]̉̔̓/́̇͗͑ͧh̍̃ͦ͌͌̾ͪk̄̐͒%ͨf́͊ͭͬ̌ğ̈̈̔̍"̆ͫ̉̋ͩͮ̋ When: May 19th, 2009 Where: http://charis.servegame.com:4240   |
Guitierrez cackles, "I shall get my revenge, Freakazoid.... laugh with me, HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!!" Freakazoid screams, "Guitierrez! No!" Cut to dramatic battle scene, Freakazoid jump kicks his enemey causing him to fall off of a cliff and plummet to his doom. "AHHHHHH!!!! SCREAM WITH ME! AHHHHHHH!!!" Cut to Freakazoid walking along with police buddy Sgt. Mike Cosgrove and the kilt-wearing Roddy Mac Stew, "I searched and searched and I couldn't find him anywhere. It's like he vanished..." Cosgrove ponders, "Y'know what I don't understand? In that movie Congo, how do you tell the real monkies from the guys in monkey suits?" AND NOW, THE THRILLING CONCLUSION... Freakazoid marches through the inky-blackness of the internets on a telnet client looking... searching... "I-I just don't get it. Guitierrez shouldn't have just died. He had to go SOMEWHERE..." Suddenly a faint light flashes in the distance. Freakazoid squints his eyes as he approaches it. "G-Guitierrez? Izzat you?" Standing before him is a young girl in a school uniform. Her hair has been cut short except for one long pigtail that is tied and hanging over her left ear. "...hello, Freakazoid..." Freakazoid doubletakes and leaps before her, "Ow WOW! Aren't you... I mean, your your Lain aren't you?" The young girl glares, "I'm the guardian of the wired, Freakazoid. I've been watching you for some time now." Freakazoid crosses his arms and hmphs. "Wait, wait. So your like the God of the Internets then? Does that mean your like a big dump truck? Or... does that make you a series of tubes? I'm kinda confused here." The girl sighs, rolling her eyes as she shakes her head. "I've come to grant you one request. Whatever you like, if it is within my power I shall grant it." The hero ponders this offer. The enormity of it. "So... one thing, huh? One thing in the whole of the internet and I can have it? No matter what it is? So if I asked you to turn me back into drab old Dexter Douglas and never be Freakazoid again you could do that, huh? You could probably make me a millionaire or end world hunger, right?" The young girl nods, "One must simply rewrite the record and create things anew..." Freakazoid snaps his finger, "Okay! I got it! Can you make it so I can call long distance for free? I really hate all these roaming charges." The girl blinks, astonished. "Wait... that's it? Um.... sure." There's a brilliant flash of light this time and suddenly Freakazoid's phone beeps. "AWESOME!! Now I can make prank calls to Tokyo!!" The girl shrugs and disappears leaving Freakazoid alone in the vastness of the internets once more. Freakazoid pauses, "Ahh... nutbunnies. I bet she knew where Guiterrez was hiding at. Oh well." Beep-beep-beep-bloop-beep-ba-beep. "Hello? Moshi moshi? YOU SMELL LIKE CHEESE!!!!" Click. "Ahhh... the simple joys of life..." | |
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