Pardon My Dust.
A Slagpit Production
A TransFormers…oops, sorry, that's wrong…
A Pokemon Fanfic
(We find Slagpit wandering down a hall in Slagpit/LunarFormer Productions Studios. He's switched outfits from wearing a white long sleeve shirt with the Autobot logo to a white T-shirt with a large red R on it. Other than that, it's still basic blue jeans, black work shoes, blue baseball cap facing backwards, and black sunglasses. He looks over some documents on a clipboard)
Hmmmm, this seems much more lucrative than the TransFormers stories. Look at this…more board members reading, at least one of them reviewed…
(He stops dead in his tracks reaching one of the pages)
NO! IT CAN'T BE! I just can't get away from that screwy 'Con, can I? Albedo follows us no matter where we go.
(he then resumes walking)
Well, no matter. LF is bothering her for now…
(he passes a picture depicting The Wreck, Albedo's research craft {see The Wreck in the TransFormers subheading under Cartoons for further explanations of all this} which is now painted part in paisley, part in plaid, part in polka dots, part in a checkerboard pattern, and part reflecting the surroundings. Albedo can be seen in the picture, strangling LF, as the 12 eevees that caused this start painting just about anything they can find.)
And two unknown people responded as well…humans evolving into Mews? Never occurred to me, really. I'm not taking anyone's ideas, I don't think…
(passes by the Nintendo logo, the GameFreak logo, the Hasbro logo, the TransFormers logos…)
and I'm glad to see people outside of the FanFiction.Net are reading this….
(walks by a computer, where Sparksmasher has pulled up the TRHQ2 message board and is busily looking around for reasons we can only speculate)
Well, I planned on this being the next chapter, but we seem to be experiencing technical difficulties…
(Wolfbane runs past screaming, as he is being chased by several Houndours, Houndooms, Growlithes, Arcanines, the legendary dog trio, Eevees, the various Eevee-lutions, Vulpixes, and Ninetails.)
Not all of my crew are adjusting well to the Pokemon theme…while some are adjusting too well…
(FlapSnap walks by, talking with some Zubats, Golbats, and Crobats, in Pokespeek.)
Ok, that's just disturbing. Well, at least it can't get much worse.
"WOLF! HELP!"
"DARK! HELP!"
Oh no, not the legend bird quintet again…can't those five leave the girls alone? Well, I better go make sure Wolf doesn't kill them, if he can lose his fanclub of canine types…
"LIFE! HELP!"
Hoo boy. I'll update on Friday. Promise! And I promise to try to keep as close to character as possible with the J. J. M. team. See you all then! Slagpit out!
A Slagpit Production
A TransFormers…oops, sorry, that's wrong…
A Pokemon Fanfic
(We find Slagpit wandering down a hall in Slagpit/LunarFormer Productions Studios. He's switched outfits from wearing a white long sleeve shirt with the Autobot logo to a white T-shirt with a large red R on it. Other than that, it's still basic blue jeans, black work shoes, blue baseball cap facing backwards, and black sunglasses. He looks over some documents on a clipboard)
Hmmmm, this seems much more lucrative than the TransFormers stories. Look at this…more board members reading, at least one of them reviewed…
(He stops dead in his tracks reaching one of the pages)
NO! IT CAN'T BE! I just can't get away from that screwy 'Con, can I? Albedo follows us no matter where we go.
(he then resumes walking)
Well, no matter. LF is bothering her for now…
(he passes a picture depicting The Wreck, Albedo's research craft {see The Wreck in the TransFormers subheading under Cartoons for further explanations of all this} which is now painted part in paisley, part in plaid, part in polka dots, part in a checkerboard pattern, and part reflecting the surroundings. Albedo can be seen in the picture, strangling LF, as the 12 eevees that caused this start painting just about anything they can find.)
And two unknown people responded as well…humans evolving into Mews? Never occurred to me, really. I'm not taking anyone's ideas, I don't think…
(passes by the Nintendo logo, the GameFreak logo, the Hasbro logo, the TransFormers logos…)
and I'm glad to see people outside of the FanFiction.Net are reading this….
(walks by a computer, where Sparksmasher has pulled up the TRHQ2 message board and is busily looking around for reasons we can only speculate)
Well, I planned on this being the next chapter, but we seem to be experiencing technical difficulties…
(Wolfbane runs past screaming, as he is being chased by several Houndours, Houndooms, Growlithes, Arcanines, the legendary dog trio, Eevees, the various Eevee-lutions, Vulpixes, and Ninetails.)
Not all of my crew are adjusting well to the Pokemon theme…while some are adjusting too well…
(FlapSnap walks by, talking with some Zubats, Golbats, and Crobats, in Pokespeek.)
Ok, that's just disturbing. Well, at least it can't get much worse.
"WOLF! HELP!"
"DARK! HELP!"
Oh no, not the legend bird quintet again…can't those five leave the girls alone? Well, I better go make sure Wolf doesn't kill them, if he can lose his fanclub of canine types…
"LIFE! HELP!"
Hoo boy. I'll update on Friday. Promise! And I promise to try to keep as close to character as possible with the J. J. M. team. See you all then! Slagpit out!
