Welcome back, everyone. For the adventure referenced, read "The Space Conspiracy of McFist." Enjoy and review.
Impossibilities
No one ever expects to see the dead speaking before them. It just does not happen.
And yet for Randy Cunningham, the Ninja, it did.
Hannibal McFist was deader than Julius Caesar. It was a completely different adventure, one that all of Norrisville knew, and the fact that he was alive was something that left Randy very baffled. The last time he had seen McFist, he had been crushed by a bunch of junk and had long since been buried.
The Ninja could only stare with wide-eyes. McFist was not looking very crushed, not even his robotic arm. He wasn't even looking very ghostly, or zombie-y… Was that a word? Randy wasn't sure. Zombie-like? Maybe, zombie-like. That was a word, Randy believed… Or two words? If it included a hyphen, was it still two words? He wasn't sure.
"Hannibal M-McFist… Uh, you look… Well… All things considered." Said the Ninja. What the juice was going on here?"
"Yes, I do, don't I?" inquired McFist, taking a few stews forward. "And then you are still looking like yourself and I got to thinking, I never did get to see how you looked when you were alive. How about taking off your mask to show me how you looked?"
That was oddly specific and not like McFist at all. In life McFist never would have been so cordial.
"Alright, what is going on here?" The Ninja inquired. "Who are you really?"
"I'm Hannibal McFist!" the man answered, sounding less McFist-like and more like someone else the Ninja knew. But who?
"The real Hannibal McFist would never be so friendly towards me!" Would he have? The Ninja was currently drawing a blank, so quickly added: "Not that I remember!"
"Oh, I was friendly towards you all the time, Ninja, even if we were enemies."
Randy could not help but stare. He could not remember a time, unless he was mistaken, that Hannibal McFist had ever been friendly towards him, even if they were enemies. And what was it about his voice? It was beginning to sound less and less McFist-like, like it… It belonged to someone else, someone doing an impression of McFist.
The voice was deep, smooth, and a baritone and lacking McFist's suspiciously New Jersey-esque accent. Deep, smooth and a baritone… That matched only one other person that the Ninja knew and he wasn't around anymore… But then again, neither was McFist.