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You can have Cyborg 009, he's not mine. (But he's not yours either. Sad, neh?)
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Missing Breakfast – THE CONTINUATION
Jet woke up with a jolt in his bed, as if someone had screamed in his ear. Or, more specifically, Albert Heinrich had started singing the Sesame Street theme song in his ear. It was all that darn Heinrich's fault, ever since he had done that little, er, thingy in his room, Jet had been hearing his cursed voice all over the place. And he, unlike Heinrich, was complaining about it. (He can't sing very well.)
Jet flopped back onto the bed. Sundays were always boring. Sundays were always days to sleep in…in the same bed as your loved one. That made Jet spring up again, as if Albert had just poked him in his inner thigh as well. (That was another souvenir of the wake-up call as well.) He grinned. Albert. Asleep. Jet. Awake. Perfect. Revenge. Now.
Tomato ketchup in the kitchen. Could be useful. He grabbed it and went to Albert's room, grin almost sliding off his face at the speed he was going.
"Whooyeah." He muttered breathily upon entering the room. "This guy snores like a chainsaw."
Walking over to where Albert was letting loose vibrations so large Jet was surprised the room was still intact (otherwise known as 004's bed), he unscrewed the cap of the ketchup bottle and tilted it over Heinrich's nose. It slopped down like what 006 claimed was meant to be orange juice. (To which the cyborgs had pointed out 'if it's orange juice, why is it red?')
There was a cough and a splutter, to which Jet yelped 'Oh boy', left the bottle there and ducked under the bed.
Albert clambered out of bed, and wiped the ketchup off his face, coughing all the while. There was a moment of contemplation, possibly spent thinking about the various fates that would meet the ketchup culprit, then-
"JET LINK! Get your ass in here right now!"
Under the bed, Jet giggled, which gave away his location. Albert looked under the bed, and smirked.
"You die, Link."
Jet tried to look brave, and said:
"You can't do anything to me, you know." Albert laughed, picking up the bottle of ketchup.
"Oh boy. Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh –argh!"
I leave it to the imagination what happened after that. Thank you for reading and the button's right there, kindly review. If you liked it, thank you. If you don't like it, please leave comments and I will rewrite it. Once again, thank you and have a nice day. XD