Give him his Credit

Crash and Aku Aku were on another fantastic, golden adventure. Somehow, they ended up back at that stinky junkyard where they left N. Brio, the sad and failed scientist who never got any thanks for his evil contributions to all things diabolical. They just never expected to see him there still. That was strange and led to an awkward meeting.

"Stop! Stop right there!" N. Brio sobbed, sounding much like a dying dog. "I have something to say to you, you, you… evil plan destroyer!" Both of our lovely heroes noticed how vile he smelled, and how hideous and disgusting he looked. I mean, imagine N. Brio with a beard. It's horrible, I tell you.

Crash grimaced at the foul sight as the magical mask started, "Oh great…" Sometimes he really wished he had hands now he can face palm himself. He continued wearily, "What is it you want N. Brio?"

N. Brio wiped his eyes before continuing his rant, "You killed me! I am the ghost of something great! Something that was about to receive his credit for everything he had done for that giant headed mackerel! And you had to stop me…" Crash had to stop himself from laughing at Dr. Cortex's new insult.

Aku Aku sighed, "Can you get on with this sad story of yours? We kind of have things to do today and-"

"As soon as you ended my reign of this foul place, Neo dropped me like a clingy girlfriend that won't leave you alone and always wants to go to guys' night. It was horrible! And I never got my credit for creating those stupid NV's…. How I hate that man…." N. Brio broke down, sobbing even more violently than before.

He perked back up to conclude his raging tirade of a rant, "But I have survived in this wasteland! Even if it means my hygiene is worse than yours Crash!" He morphed into his monster version and sipped a bit of whatever that was he always drank to cure himself. And then he looked continued to look pitiful.

Crash sniffed himself and shrugged. He couldn't smell anything out of the norm. Just a lot of pizza and… well… stuff. Wasn't that how everyone smelled?

"Well that's sad and all, but we have to go. So… see you later N. Brio." Aku Aku turned to leave but was quickly stopped by a sympathizing bandicoot. They shared a few harsh whispers before the mask groaned, "Fine. You do what you want. If you get brain blasted with whatever he has hidden in his beard don't complain to me."

So Crash curtly walked over to the bawling sack of filth and gently patted his shoulder in a caring way. It quickly pacified him. Then he walked off with the magical mask, hoping to find the big headed man who was causing all this trouble.

The bandicoot had a feeling he might need to clean that hand twenty times over, but at least the scientist wasn't disturbing whatever sick and twisted peace that junkyard might've had.