Chapter Architecture: Palindrome
"EYES!" screamed Metal Sonic. He fell to the ground and his gears died instantly.
"MY BROTHER!" wailed Jet. Just then, he felt a stinging sensation that was awful and tasted of peanut butter.
The green hawk dude looked down and noticed the deep hole in his rainbow-coloured sock. "This is abominable!" he cried in pain.
Metal opened his eyes weakly. "I am monthly…" he murmured as the darkness finally settled in.
"Shoot!" yelled Charmy, flexing all six of his arms in spider-like ways.
"They killed Metal and also Jet's sock!" said Ray Travolta. He feared in his heart like many ghosts inside. That was when he realised the totes horrible truth.
Banjo was a ghost warrior.
"He is already dead?" cried Charmy, also in immense realisation in his heart. "How do we kill a dead dude?"
"Yes, I died many, many, stinkin' years ago, bruhs…" said Banjo. He tapped his chin with his toenail clipper, the same clipper that had shot lasers at Metal and Jet.
"You are dead, but you kill?" growled Ray Travolta. "I've never seen anything more unholy, you dirty, rotten scoundrel."
"I know that, but you never understand true fate, see?" said Banjo. He charged up his toenail clipper. "Now I will shoot at you and you won't be able to dodge for you are a living soul!"
BOOM!
The shot hit Ray Travolta hard and tore apart his leather jacket. His abs now had no shield from the harsh sunlight. Sunburns were inevitable…
"Dead monsters are so uncool," snarled Charmy. He picked up his mayo jar and finished every last drop. "I guess it's my turn to step in and seal the deal!"
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