The day starts like any other day in New Tronic City. The sun rises, some
new alien or robot threatens the city, Big Guy and Rusty go to save the
day. But today's battle doesn't fair the usual results. Let us join our
heroes just as the Big Guy signal alerts them of their city's newest
threat. Rusty, enjoying his favorite video game, Final Fantasy XXXVIII,
jumps from his seat in excitement. "The Big Guy signal" he shouts! "Save my
game for me Dr. Slate." And with extreme enthusiasm shouts "Hyper-Fat-
Sonic" as he flies away.
At the same time, deep inside the All American Slave Cave, Duane hears the roaring sirens from the signal, jumps up from the bed, quickly pulls on his flight suit and hauls ass to the Big Guy. His latest sex object for the week pulls the covers up over her naked boobalies and cries after Duane, "Aw, do you have to go?" A voice replies, but not Duane's, "Sorry sweetheart, America's tax dollars aren't paying me to hump your fat ass all day. Duty calls." A tear forms from her eye and is quickly lost in the mass that is her face. "Fine then, leave. I'll just take my business elsewhere." She quickly collects the ten dollar bill from the bed side dresser, and leaves through the huge opening for the Big Guy, barely sliding through. "Can't win them all," bellows Big Guy. With her gone, Duane press a few buttons and the monitors around him flash on. "Damnit Lt. Assface, what took so long," screams an enraged General Thorton from the center screen. "Sorry sir, I was... uh... er... signing some autographs for... uh... Dr. Slate... yeah." "Well whatever son, we need you down at the New Tronic Super Mall," replies the General. "Right away sir." "Yo, hey, um, Asshead." "Face" "Yeah whatever man. Can you pick me up the new Poop Daddy CD and also, stop at the local Circle J and pick me up a pack of Zig-Zags." "Sure thing Garth," sighs Duane. Briefing said and done, Big Guy crashes through the wall next to his meant to be opening, and flies towards the mall.
Arriving on the scene minutes later, Big Guy stares in disbelief at the horrific new menace attacking the mall. Rusty appears seconds later at Big Guy's heel. "Golly Big Guy, what do you call that thing?" Big Guy remains motion- and speechless. What seems to be a giant ball of flesh, covered in various appendages, is hovering over a mound of bodies, sifting through them, pulling out the biggest ones and stripping them of their skin. It then proceeds to fling the skinless carcasses against the outside wall of the mall with tremendous force, destroying numerous shops. "It's called a Degzu son, and it looks like it's hungry for some candy." He then proceeds to open his elbows, weapons protruding, and unleashes a hell-fire swarm of piping hot lead. The alien turns what appears to be his head towards the robotic duo just in time to receive a face full of bullets. Unblinking, the alien, through a thick cloud of smoke, extends one of it's many arms/tentacles towards Big Guy. Rusty eye's the extension and quickly shoots at it. The Degzu retracts the arm, but remains unscathed. "Gosh Big Guy, what should we do?" "Let's try the Tampa Rip-off son!" "A classic! Great Idea!" Both robots fly to either side of the Degzu, who becomes confused of who to attack first. Big Guy and Rusty each grab an arm. "Full speed in opposite directions. Now kiddo!" "Hey Hey Fat Sonic," cries Rusty, and takes off at full speed. They both fly off, and after stretching the arms, they finally rip from the Degzu's body. It lets off an ear-splitting scream, destroying more constructions in it's wake. Rusty swiftly dodges the powerful sound wave, but Big Guy, his back turned, receives the full blunt of it. He comes crashing down, torn alien arm gripped tightly in his hands.
"Big Guy!" Rusty hurries over to the downed hunk of metal. "You'll sure-as-shootin' pay for that!" With that, he flies over the weakened alien and unleashes a frenzy of nuclear-protonic blasts at it's center. Unharmed from the blast, with the exception of the lost limbs from the previous attack, the Degzu extends forth 20 or so arms at Rusty hovering over-head. Not knowing which to attack, Rusty shoots randomly at the oncoming group of arms. "Wahoo," Rusty cries after hitting a few arms, but more come his way. Unable to fend off the many arms, the Degzu grabs the hunk of metal and slams him into the ground. Shaken, Rusty hesitates, leaving the Degzu time to make his way over to the downed Big Guy. Towering over Big Guy, the fleshy alien extends arms from all over. Big Guy remains motionless, yet Duane inside pulls levers and presses switches blindly. The voices of his pit crew scream various things his way, but he can't see a thing for the last blow slammed him into the controls, leaving a gash on his forehead, leaking blood into both eyes. Blind, but not deaf, he picks up random sentences from his crew. "Our systems show a major powerloss!" "Hurry, Duane, get that heavy hunk of shit in gear!" "Damnit Asshead, did you get my shit yet!" On the outside, the Degzu begins to pull at Big Guys "skin." Tearing many pieces for the Big Guy, it hears some slight sounds escaping from a small tear in the center. Intrigued, it's arms make their way towards the tiny hole, just as Rusty regains his bearings and flies over to Big Guy's aid. But he is too late.
The Degzu has pulled open the cockpit and revealed the truth behind the BGY-11's workings to the on-looking Rusty. An eerie silence ensues, yet a slight sound can be heard. The sound of Rusty's mind snapping. Duane, unaware of Rusty's presence, yells various obscenities. "Mikedamn you, you piece of American shit! You never hold together..." "Duane...?" A scream louder than the Degzu's now tears through the air, this time emitted from Rusty. With a maddened fury, he flies full force towards the alarmed alien, slamming into him and sending him yards from the heap of metal the was once the BGY-11. Dazed, the Degzu tries to regain balance, but it is too late. Rusty, aiming at the aliens head, unleashes yet another fury of protonic blast. This time, the Degzu is unprepared, and receives numerous shots to the brain, which is exposed in the back. Eye's rolling back in head, the once deadly Degzu slumps harmless to the ground, it's pink blood pooling at it's feet/arms/whatever. Rusty, warped and enlightened, lands and turns towards Duane. "Let's get you back to Dr. Slate..." spoken in a voice colder and less peppy than usual. Rusty scoops up the blinded Duane, flings him over his back, and takes off towards Quark Industries. The return trip is quiet, each one unsure of what to say. Arriving moments later at QI, they are greeted outside by a very nervous looking Dr. Slate. As if trying to answer the look on Rusty's face, Dr. Slate responds, "Don't worry Rusty, he'll be fine." "Oh, I'm not worried about him, Dr. Slate. I was just wondering if you saved my game." "Rusty, it's hardly the time for silly questions. Can't you see Assface needs medical attention?!" "Whatever you say Dr. Slate..." We fast foward to hours later. Duane lies bandaged on a bed in Dr. Slate's lab/office. Rusty sits in a dark, quiet corner, knees to chest, arms around knees, rocking back and forth slowly. Neither Dr. Slate nor Duane are aware of Rusty's state. Big Guy was picked up after the battle and is currently being repaired. The evening drags on, uneventful. Duane returns to the All American Slave Cave where a healthy looking Big Guy awaits. He lays down on his pull-out couch/bed and quickly falls asleep, unaware of Rusty's presence.
At the same time, deep inside the All American Slave Cave, Duane hears the roaring sirens from the signal, jumps up from the bed, quickly pulls on his flight suit and hauls ass to the Big Guy. His latest sex object for the week pulls the covers up over her naked boobalies and cries after Duane, "Aw, do you have to go?" A voice replies, but not Duane's, "Sorry sweetheart, America's tax dollars aren't paying me to hump your fat ass all day. Duty calls." A tear forms from her eye and is quickly lost in the mass that is her face. "Fine then, leave. I'll just take my business elsewhere." She quickly collects the ten dollar bill from the bed side dresser, and leaves through the huge opening for the Big Guy, barely sliding through. "Can't win them all," bellows Big Guy. With her gone, Duane press a few buttons and the monitors around him flash on. "Damnit Lt. Assface, what took so long," screams an enraged General Thorton from the center screen. "Sorry sir, I was... uh... er... signing some autographs for... uh... Dr. Slate... yeah." "Well whatever son, we need you down at the New Tronic Super Mall," replies the General. "Right away sir." "Yo, hey, um, Asshead." "Face" "Yeah whatever man. Can you pick me up the new Poop Daddy CD and also, stop at the local Circle J and pick me up a pack of Zig-Zags." "Sure thing Garth," sighs Duane. Briefing said and done, Big Guy crashes through the wall next to his meant to be opening, and flies towards the mall.
Arriving on the scene minutes later, Big Guy stares in disbelief at the horrific new menace attacking the mall. Rusty appears seconds later at Big Guy's heel. "Golly Big Guy, what do you call that thing?" Big Guy remains motion- and speechless. What seems to be a giant ball of flesh, covered in various appendages, is hovering over a mound of bodies, sifting through them, pulling out the biggest ones and stripping them of their skin. It then proceeds to fling the skinless carcasses against the outside wall of the mall with tremendous force, destroying numerous shops. "It's called a Degzu son, and it looks like it's hungry for some candy." He then proceeds to open his elbows, weapons protruding, and unleashes a hell-fire swarm of piping hot lead. The alien turns what appears to be his head towards the robotic duo just in time to receive a face full of bullets. Unblinking, the alien, through a thick cloud of smoke, extends one of it's many arms/tentacles towards Big Guy. Rusty eye's the extension and quickly shoots at it. The Degzu retracts the arm, but remains unscathed. "Gosh Big Guy, what should we do?" "Let's try the Tampa Rip-off son!" "A classic! Great Idea!" Both robots fly to either side of the Degzu, who becomes confused of who to attack first. Big Guy and Rusty each grab an arm. "Full speed in opposite directions. Now kiddo!" "Hey Hey Fat Sonic," cries Rusty, and takes off at full speed. They both fly off, and after stretching the arms, they finally rip from the Degzu's body. It lets off an ear-splitting scream, destroying more constructions in it's wake. Rusty swiftly dodges the powerful sound wave, but Big Guy, his back turned, receives the full blunt of it. He comes crashing down, torn alien arm gripped tightly in his hands.
"Big Guy!" Rusty hurries over to the downed hunk of metal. "You'll sure-as-shootin' pay for that!" With that, he flies over the weakened alien and unleashes a frenzy of nuclear-protonic blasts at it's center. Unharmed from the blast, with the exception of the lost limbs from the previous attack, the Degzu extends forth 20 or so arms at Rusty hovering over-head. Not knowing which to attack, Rusty shoots randomly at the oncoming group of arms. "Wahoo," Rusty cries after hitting a few arms, but more come his way. Unable to fend off the many arms, the Degzu grabs the hunk of metal and slams him into the ground. Shaken, Rusty hesitates, leaving the Degzu time to make his way over to the downed Big Guy. Towering over Big Guy, the fleshy alien extends arms from all over. Big Guy remains motionless, yet Duane inside pulls levers and presses switches blindly. The voices of his pit crew scream various things his way, but he can't see a thing for the last blow slammed him into the controls, leaving a gash on his forehead, leaking blood into both eyes. Blind, but not deaf, he picks up random sentences from his crew. "Our systems show a major powerloss!" "Hurry, Duane, get that heavy hunk of shit in gear!" "Damnit Asshead, did you get my shit yet!" On the outside, the Degzu begins to pull at Big Guys "skin." Tearing many pieces for the Big Guy, it hears some slight sounds escaping from a small tear in the center. Intrigued, it's arms make their way towards the tiny hole, just as Rusty regains his bearings and flies over to Big Guy's aid. But he is too late.
The Degzu has pulled open the cockpit and revealed the truth behind the BGY-11's workings to the on-looking Rusty. An eerie silence ensues, yet a slight sound can be heard. The sound of Rusty's mind snapping. Duane, unaware of Rusty's presence, yells various obscenities. "Mikedamn you, you piece of American shit! You never hold together..." "Duane...?" A scream louder than the Degzu's now tears through the air, this time emitted from Rusty. With a maddened fury, he flies full force towards the alarmed alien, slamming into him and sending him yards from the heap of metal the was once the BGY-11. Dazed, the Degzu tries to regain balance, but it is too late. Rusty, aiming at the aliens head, unleashes yet another fury of protonic blast. This time, the Degzu is unprepared, and receives numerous shots to the brain, which is exposed in the back. Eye's rolling back in head, the once deadly Degzu slumps harmless to the ground, it's pink blood pooling at it's feet/arms/whatever. Rusty, warped and enlightened, lands and turns towards Duane. "Let's get you back to Dr. Slate..." spoken in a voice colder and less peppy than usual. Rusty scoops up the blinded Duane, flings him over his back, and takes off towards Quark Industries. The return trip is quiet, each one unsure of what to say. Arriving moments later at QI, they are greeted outside by a very nervous looking Dr. Slate. As if trying to answer the look on Rusty's face, Dr. Slate responds, "Don't worry Rusty, he'll be fine." "Oh, I'm not worried about him, Dr. Slate. I was just wondering if you saved my game." "Rusty, it's hardly the time for silly questions. Can't you see Assface needs medical attention?!" "Whatever you say Dr. Slate..." We fast foward to hours later. Duane lies bandaged on a bed in Dr. Slate's lab/office. Rusty sits in a dark, quiet corner, knees to chest, arms around knees, rocking back and forth slowly. Neither Dr. Slate nor Duane are aware of Rusty's state. Big Guy was picked up after the battle and is currently being repaired. The evening drags on, uneventful. Duane returns to the All American Slave Cave where a healthy looking Big Guy awaits. He lays down on his pull-out couch/bed and quickly falls asleep, unaware of Rusty's presence.