Adam sat at the table, seething. His fists clenched tight, the super hero
contemplated the past few weeks with an unabated rage. He thought he was
the only one to love the green uber-conservationalist. But no, Captain
Planet had stared at the floor only a fortnight prior and informed He-man
of his affair. With the Toxic Avengers.
All of the Toxic Avengers.
In one night.
...and the almost-admiral was carrying their baby.
He-man refused to cry though, that's just what Captain Planet would want. Their love had never been the steady, all consuming sort. Adam usually complied with whatever his lime love machine wanted. A memory surfaced...of the pair strolling hand-in-hand down the boulevard. Adam had pointed out a yellow silk chiffon gown he found ravishing. Sneering, Captain Planet picked it up and held it against the Aryan.
"Little small for you, don't you think?"
"I...I could let out the seams, but it doesn't look that small Captain." He stuttered.
"Pfft." Said CP dismissively. "With your ass? With your hips? You're joking. Lose a few pounds of muscle first and then maybe if you lose that retarded helmet."
Adam put it back on the rack submissively and stared at the planks of the walkway. "You're probably right." You're always right...
Well no more! He was He-man after all! In his possession lay the power of Grayskull itself. Resolutely he pushed the chair away from the marble table. Its screech upon the steel floor seemed fitting for what he was about to do. The pine-green tree hugger was in the observation room, asleep probably. 'After all, he does need his rest now, baby makes three.' And then, bitterly, 'Baby makes a bloody mess after tonight...'
The huge double doors opened with a swift shove. As he had predicted, Captain Planet was curled in the command chair, fetal position. He-man lifted his helmet from the shelf nearby and put it on. Teeth gritted, he marched over to sleeping man. Mustering all his passionate anger, he straightened up and took a deep breath. In one sudden movement, Adam lifted his fist and punched Captain Planet as hard as he could in the stomach. Before he could see his lover's face, he turned and fled the room.
THE END.
All of the Toxic Avengers.
In one night.
...and the almost-admiral was carrying their baby.
He-man refused to cry though, that's just what Captain Planet would want. Their love had never been the steady, all consuming sort. Adam usually complied with whatever his lime love machine wanted. A memory surfaced...of the pair strolling hand-in-hand down the boulevard. Adam had pointed out a yellow silk chiffon gown he found ravishing. Sneering, Captain Planet picked it up and held it against the Aryan.
"Little small for you, don't you think?"
"I...I could let out the seams, but it doesn't look that small Captain." He stuttered.
"Pfft." Said CP dismissively. "With your ass? With your hips? You're joking. Lose a few pounds of muscle first and then maybe if you lose that retarded helmet."
Adam put it back on the rack submissively and stared at the planks of the walkway. "You're probably right." You're always right...
Well no more! He was He-man after all! In his possession lay the power of Grayskull itself. Resolutely he pushed the chair away from the marble table. Its screech upon the steel floor seemed fitting for what he was about to do. The pine-green tree hugger was in the observation room, asleep probably. 'After all, he does need his rest now, baby makes three.' And then, bitterly, 'Baby makes a bloody mess after tonight...'
The huge double doors opened with a swift shove. As he had predicted, Captain Planet was curled in the command chair, fetal position. He-man lifted his helmet from the shelf nearby and put it on. Teeth gritted, he marched over to sleeping man. Mustering all his passionate anger, he straightened up and took a deep breath. In one sudden movement, Adam lifted his fist and punched Captain Planet as hard as he could in the stomach. Before he could see his lover's face, he turned and fled the room.
THE END.