Yay
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Red X and Robin were in an intense battle, each sustaining heavy blows and dishing out as much pain as they could.
As Robin was going in for a fatal blow with his staff, Red X's spinning wrist blades extended and quickly gyred into a whirling vortex of death. They effortlessly sawed through wonder boy's magic extending metal phallic symbol and plunged into his stomach, causing his body to vomit blood and organs.
As he lay on the ground, choking on his own blood and struggling to fight back the encroaching darkness of unconsciousness, he hoarsely spit out a few final words.
"Red.. X.. that sounds.. like a crappy 80's hair-metal band.." he groaned as lights flicked in front of his eyes.
The thief stood before him, pondering what he had said.
"It does, doesn't it?"
Robin nodded from the pool of blood he sat in.
"That's a really sucky name then, isn't it?" he pouted.
Robin nodded again.
You could almost see the skull mask on Red X's face turn into a sad frown.
"Oh, cheer up," Robin hoarsely called out. "You're still everyone's favorite villain."
"That's true," interjected a nearby talking mynah bird.
Red X beamed. "Let me help you up there, Robin." And he extended his hand.
Robin's eyes sparkled with friendship and admiration and he grasped Red X's hand, causing a shower of rainbows, love, and magic to spray everywhere, and a soft pink border surrounded them.
"Let's go home," Red X said.
And they skipped home, hand in hand, Robin leaving a trail of vital organs as he went.
And everyone lived happily ever after. Except for Robin, who died soon after.
Sparkle sparkle.
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:D
