The Creature Calamity Club

[Misskermie]

*flies to Robots R Us, humming single ladies*
OOH!
*Presses face against window*
Titanium rocket boots with platnim rinestones...
Must have it...

 

[Yuna Leonhart]

That's the only disadvantage of you being on tour, huh? But at least I know it's still you.

 

[Sgt Floyd]

Yep...I just look totally different I look more like Mom...

 

[Yuna Leonhart]

And a different outer appearance doesn't change the fact that you're really Johnny Blaze, a married bat demon
People just think you're a different person altogether.

Yep, but I think your mom looks pretty

 

[Misskermie]

*runs in the store*
*sees an android cussing out a Gamecube game*
My people.
*walks to one of the employees*
Excuse me sir, but how much are those boots in the window?

???: Not for sale. You gotta have a talk with the boss if you want those.

Alright, where's his office?

???: Right through there.

Thanks. Say, what's your name? You've been a great help.

Ryan: I'm Ryan. I'm 4 years outta college, and now look at me... :|

Aw... That sucks... Well thanks for everything.

Ryan: No problem.

*skips off into the boss' office*

Hey, uh, excuse me... I wanted to know about those boots you have for display in the window...

???: Oh, really...?

... You sound familiar...

Tracey: *spins around in his chair* Well, I think I should.

TRACEY!?

Tracey: So, you want those boots...?

What are you doing here?

Tracey: Managing this trainwreck of a robot store.

Yeah, but shouldn't you be dead in a ditch somewhere...?

Tracey: Hm... Cute... *Gets up in my face* Just like I remember...

Don't look at me.

Tracey: Anyway beautiful, I know a way you can get those boots...

How much you want?

Tracey: Oh, I don't want money... I want... *whispers something in my ear*

O___O
WHAT?
NO!
NO WAY IN ****!

Tracey: *smirks* Hmmm... I suppose you don't want those boots then...? Or perhaps... You wish to return to prison?

O__O
You wouldn't.

Tracey: I think we both know I would.

*runs out the office, bumping into Ryan, knocking him down*
Ryan, I'm in danger, got any place I can hide from your boss?

Ryan: Why do you need to hide from my boss?

Tracey: *runs over to me, seizing me so I can't escape*

This is impossible! I'm very powerful! You can possibly hold me!

Tracey: Hmmm... You ARE a cyborg...

ALRIGHT! I AM! NOW RELEASE ME!

Tracey: Rather not.

I warned you...
Inner Warrior Queen, awaken within thyself.
Show this fool what you're REALLY made of.
Eliminate all underestimations...
WITH THIS!!!
*Transforms into Queen attire, that is tattered and massive missle and guns, fire at Tracey, leaving him injured... Possibly dead...*

Ryan: Whoa... Hate to get on your bad side...

I'm actually quite nice. Trust me. I was just threatened, and my instinct was to attack...

Ryan: Well... Looks like I don't have a boss... Thanks...

Oh, I'm sorry, I... I had completely forgotten that... Oh, well now I feel terrible...
...
...
HEY! I have an idea!
Come one!
*I drag Ryan outside, and start to fly, holding him like Superman does Lois Lane*

 

[Sgt Floyd]

(What did I just read? ^_^)

Well, I'd rather people think I was a different person than hound me all the time

 

[Yuna Leonhart]

Me too; I don't wanna share you with other people 24/7

 

[Sgt Floyd]

And you won't have to

But at least its making us money.

 

[Misskermie]

(You read something from the windmills of my mind. )

Ryan: Uhhhh.... Y-You should know I'm afraid of heights!

It's ok, we're landing now.
*lands near a vault in the sand*
If I let you go in here, you have to promise not to tell anyone about it.

Ryan: Cross my heart, and swear to die.

Good... I hope...
*opens vault*


Ryan: Whoa... What is this place?

Welcome to the land of the techys.

Ryan: Is that what it's called?

No. The city's un-named. It used to consist of cyborgs, androids, and robots, but now, since the cyborg race is demolished, all that's left is androids and robots...

Ryan: Ah... I see...

 

[Yuna Leonhart]

Yep

*nod*
Yeah, and neither of us has to work a hard or a boring job that will leave us exhausted at the end of the day.