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It was a slow night at Danger HQ. DM and Squawkencluck were walking on the Mayfair streets. "Look at that," said DM as the two stopped in front of a fashion outlet. "That's a very unusual name for a store..." He then tried to pronounce the name on its signboard. "...Gucky."
"It's Gucci." she corrected. They then encountered a comedy club and decided to enter.
Upon entry, they found out that it was open mic nite. Squawkencluck noticed DM looking at her. "Seriously? You want me to go up there and perform a stand-up routine?"
"I'm sure you could come up with something, Squawks."
She sighed as she signed up.
Later, when it was her turn, she went up on stage and introduced herself. DM was by a table in front to lend support. "...salt is a compound, known as Sodium Chloride, is made up of two elements. Sodium, which is a soft metal, and Chlorine, a poisonous gas." She then upped the ante. "Don't you realize where this is going? You have all been putting poisonous metals into your bodies all this time!"
The crowd then went into a mass hysteria, running around in circles and knocking over tables, chairs and anything on them. DM and Squawkencluck just stood where they were, in absolute shock.
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