Title: The 12 labors of Heracles

Rating: Unknown. Derp.

Author: Moronic-Muffin

Description: Hmm…well, I did give up writing for a while, with finals and all. Anyways, I got back to it after I read the myth the 12 labors of Heracles at school. I noticed that most myths were senselessly violent. Reminded me of Superjail. So…I made this. There's one chapter where Star Trek will be intertwined (Good Lord, I crossover the most random things) but that's it. I'm just bored and my account looks boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooring…

CHAPTER ONE: The Beginning of Madness

The Warden quietly entered the Twins' laboratory with Alice, his lovely prison guard, and that…little…midget man. With the big forehead. Warden didn't like to think about him, and usually pushed his existence to the back of his head. Oh yes, Jared. Jared. And his trusty floating, refrigerator-sized robot. Jailbot.

Warden had never been in here, and was quite impressed. Originally, he felt like the Twins were a nuisance, and decided that locking them in a chamber underground with a toothpick would kill them. But they built a laboratory with that toothpick.

This proved that the Twins were actually smart nuisances.

After waiting for 5 minutes, Warden felt his patience boil. Tapping his cane impatiently, he waited longer.

"No sense in annoying me. I'll be over there in a few seconds." The twin said from his chair. He then swiveled to face the Warden and cringed at Jared's ugliness.

"You fags are wasting my fucking time." Alice said. "Get on with it."

The Twin cleared his throat and looked at his brother. His brother shrugged.

"Warden of Superjail, Jailbot, Miss Alice, and Sir Midget, we've decided to make a deal with you. You complete 12 tasks for us, we leave you alone."

"No more mayhem?" Jared asked eagerly. "Sir, we must take this opportunity. This would increase the budget and--"

"Jared! Shut up, will you! I need to deal with more important things than our budget."

Jared fell silent.

The twin continued, "As I said before I was interrupted by that ugly midget,"

Jared pouted.

"My brother and I are willing to leave Superjail peacefully if you complete them. You can have as much time as you like, but you cannot bring anything."

The twin glanced at his brother, thin lips curling into some kind of smile or smirk.

"If you don't, you owe US half of Superjail's profits, more space, another toothpick, and we'd like a Jailbot."

"I want to name it Combaticus Jr."

"Shut up, brother."

"No."

Warden didn't hesitate to think. "Sounds splendiferous! We'll be on our way then. Right Alice?"

"Whatever, douche."

"Right Jailbot?"

"Bleep."

"Right, Jared?"

"Sir, I'm not sure about this…"

"I'm glad you all agree with me! Because you should!" Warden grinned gleefully, making the Twins cringe.

"So…?" One twin asked his brother, grasping his gloved hand.

"Your first task is to

Haha I stopped. No moar until the next chapter.

Cliffhanger yaaaaaay