Sorry it took me so long to finish this! Please forgive me...
Turtles-not mine, X-Men-not mine, nothing is mine!
X-Men Vs. The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II-Secrets Revealed
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In the Danger Room:
"Whoa, dude! Check out this machinery! All this technology is totally warped, man. Dude, Donatello, you dig this kinda stuff, check it out!"
"Uh, yeah. Sure. Dat is da weirdest vocabulary I ever heard! Where ya'll be from, California?"
"No, man, New York. And the rat dude is from Japan. Where you from, Morocco?"
"Alight, let's just get to this whole fighting bit." Cyclops tried to get things moving so he could get to bed-his headache was increasing exponenentially by the minute. They all just kind of stood together, the turtles were facing the X-Men, and the X-Men were waiting patiently to begin the fight. After a little while of just standing around, Storm spoke.
"If you are all so eager to fight us, why do you not start?" The turtles looked at one another before Leonardo spoke up, his eyes downcast and voice low.
"Well, we really didn't want to. We just kinda wanted to slit a pizza with you guys, but he-" he motioned towards Splinter "-told us we had to fight you to get popular again. And, well, to get some hot chicks."
"Yeah" began Michaelangelo, "We just, like, were thinking maybe it'd be fun to hang out with you dudes-and chicks, too of course."
All eyes went to Splinter, who just kind of twitched a little, then spoke up in a weird metallic voice. "*kikt* Do not try to defy me, mutants. I will *kikt* reign supreme."
"Oh, gahd!" Cried Rogue, rolling her eyes. "How many times do we gotta beat ya'll up b'fore yuns just give up trying to take us over!"
"AHH!! Splinter... I... when did you... whoa, gnarly..." Michaelangelo wasn't making much sense at all. Raphael tried to help him out, "Yeah, like, you are *so* not Splinter!"
"They are..." started Gambit, pausing for dramatic effect, "-the PHALANX!"
Suddenly Gladiator burst through the wall. "Did somebody say the Phalanx?"
"Uh, what are these Phalanx things all of you dudes are talking about?" asked Donatello.
"The Phalanx are an oddly borg-like group of intergallactic... things... bent on universal dominance." Stated Beast.
"How do you people know them?" Donatello questioned.
"Well, we've fought them many times before." Gambit began to tell them. "They tried to take over the world, then they tried to take over the Shi'ar Empire. We beat dem good, dough."
Gladiator spoke up, and everyone finally noticed him. "They are very dangerous. But we always beat them, everytime we fight. They're not supposed to be back here."
"What are the doing here then?" asked Raphael. All eyes turned to Splinter.
"Well, *kikt* you see, not only are we borg-like in our tendencies, but the borg are our cousin species! We've come here to get revenge on the captain of the Starship Enterprise, Jean-Luc Pikard, who has beaten many of our dear family borg." He looked around the room, the began again. "Uh, *kikt* speaking of which... where is he?"
"WHO?" They all asked in unison, all looking equally confused.
"Oh, you must know him by his alias... Charles Francis Xavier."
"The professor?" Asked Scott. "Umm... he's out of town. Sorry."
"Damn." Said "Splinter" dejectedly. "Oh, well. Tell him I came by. Make it sound scarey. The rest of the phalanx'll be angry if I didn't even scare him. *Sigh* Well, see you guys later. Sorry, turtles. Oh, by the way, Splinter is in your summer sewer on vacation. Sorry I forgot to tell you." He shrugged. "Here's a $100. Buy some pizza and cokes. Later."
"No, wait! Phalanx, why don't you join us! It'll be fun!"
So, Phalanx conceded. They all ordered some pizza and sat down in front of the multiple TV's of the sitting room to play games on their Playstation 2, watch some satelite TV, or check out some DVD's. Phalanx popped in "X-Men" and they all bugged Gambit about how he wasn't in it. "What a loser! Hee hee! Couldn't even get a part in your own movie!" "Yeah, Gambit, Wolverine even stole your girlfriend!"
Rogue just rolled her eyes. "Like Ah would evuh hook up with Logan-not that there's anything *wrong* with that." She tried to save herself, but still got a vicious glare from our favorite feral mutant. They all just sat around having a gay old time, watching TV, playing old LP's of ABBA and Gambit's Best Of The 70's album, as well as Wolverine's Billy Idol and Culture Club albums (Which he'd never admit he had in public).
THE END
I'm sorry... that bordered on Sillyfic. I didn't mean to! My writings just generally reflect my mood. Like this one. Ah, well. I don't own Star Trek, either, nor Gladiator, or the Shi'ar Empire, or the blatant Seinfeld reference. Or the Borg (although that would kick), or anything else. This stems from too little sleep (6 hours in the last 3 days-no kidding), reading the whole Phalanx thing today (#342-345) today, and listening to my 70's album non-stop. Has anyone evr heard of the song Amos Moses? I LOVE that song... don't ask me why. Anyways... OH! BTW, I *NEED* Uncanny X-Men #350. If anyone wants to sell it, contact me!! Please... zeyf@hotmail.com. I love ya lots. Please review my peeps.. Love ya lot's!
Turtles-not mine, X-Men-not mine, nothing is mine!
X-Men Vs. The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II-Secrets Revealed
--------------------------------------------------------------
In the Danger Room:
"Whoa, dude! Check out this machinery! All this technology is totally warped, man. Dude, Donatello, you dig this kinda stuff, check it out!"
"Uh, yeah. Sure. Dat is da weirdest vocabulary I ever heard! Where ya'll be from, California?"
"No, man, New York. And the rat dude is from Japan. Where you from, Morocco?"
"Alight, let's just get to this whole fighting bit." Cyclops tried to get things moving so he could get to bed-his headache was increasing exponenentially by the minute. They all just kind of stood together, the turtles were facing the X-Men, and the X-Men were waiting patiently to begin the fight. After a little while of just standing around, Storm spoke.
"If you are all so eager to fight us, why do you not start?" The turtles looked at one another before Leonardo spoke up, his eyes downcast and voice low.
"Well, we really didn't want to. We just kinda wanted to slit a pizza with you guys, but he-" he motioned towards Splinter "-told us we had to fight you to get popular again. And, well, to get some hot chicks."
"Yeah" began Michaelangelo, "We just, like, were thinking maybe it'd be fun to hang out with you dudes-and chicks, too of course."
All eyes went to Splinter, who just kind of twitched a little, then spoke up in a weird metallic voice. "*kikt* Do not try to defy me, mutants. I will *kikt* reign supreme."
"Oh, gahd!" Cried Rogue, rolling her eyes. "How many times do we gotta beat ya'll up b'fore yuns just give up trying to take us over!"
"AHH!! Splinter... I... when did you... whoa, gnarly..." Michaelangelo wasn't making much sense at all. Raphael tried to help him out, "Yeah, like, you are *so* not Splinter!"
"They are..." started Gambit, pausing for dramatic effect, "-the PHALANX!"
Suddenly Gladiator burst through the wall. "Did somebody say the Phalanx?"
"Uh, what are these Phalanx things all of you dudes are talking about?" asked Donatello.
"The Phalanx are an oddly borg-like group of intergallactic... things... bent on universal dominance." Stated Beast.
"How do you people know them?" Donatello questioned.
"Well, we've fought them many times before." Gambit began to tell them. "They tried to take over the world, then they tried to take over the Shi'ar Empire. We beat dem good, dough."
Gladiator spoke up, and everyone finally noticed him. "They are very dangerous. But we always beat them, everytime we fight. They're not supposed to be back here."
"What are the doing here then?" asked Raphael. All eyes turned to Splinter.
"Well, *kikt* you see, not only are we borg-like in our tendencies, but the borg are our cousin species! We've come here to get revenge on the captain of the Starship Enterprise, Jean-Luc Pikard, who has beaten many of our dear family borg." He looked around the room, the began again. "Uh, *kikt* speaking of which... where is he?"
"WHO?" They all asked in unison, all looking equally confused.
"Oh, you must know him by his alias... Charles Francis Xavier."
"The professor?" Asked Scott. "Umm... he's out of town. Sorry."
"Damn." Said "Splinter" dejectedly. "Oh, well. Tell him I came by. Make it sound scarey. The rest of the phalanx'll be angry if I didn't even scare him. *Sigh* Well, see you guys later. Sorry, turtles. Oh, by the way, Splinter is in your summer sewer on vacation. Sorry I forgot to tell you." He shrugged. "Here's a $100. Buy some pizza and cokes. Later."
"No, wait! Phalanx, why don't you join us! It'll be fun!"
So, Phalanx conceded. They all ordered some pizza and sat down in front of the multiple TV's of the sitting room to play games on their Playstation 2, watch some satelite TV, or check out some DVD's. Phalanx popped in "X-Men" and they all bugged Gambit about how he wasn't in it. "What a loser! Hee hee! Couldn't even get a part in your own movie!" "Yeah, Gambit, Wolverine even stole your girlfriend!"
Rogue just rolled her eyes. "Like Ah would evuh hook up with Logan-not that there's anything *wrong* with that." She tried to save herself, but still got a vicious glare from our favorite feral mutant. They all just sat around having a gay old time, watching TV, playing old LP's of ABBA and Gambit's Best Of The 70's album, as well as Wolverine's Billy Idol and Culture Club albums (Which he'd never admit he had in public).
THE END
I'm sorry... that bordered on Sillyfic. I didn't mean to! My writings just generally reflect my mood. Like this one. Ah, well. I don't own Star Trek, either, nor Gladiator, or the Shi'ar Empire, or the blatant Seinfeld reference. Or the Borg (although that would kick), or anything else. This stems from too little sleep (6 hours in the last 3 days-no kidding), reading the whole Phalanx thing today (#342-345) today, and listening to my 70's album non-stop. Has anyone evr heard of the song Amos Moses? I LOVE that song... don't ask me why. Anyways... OH! BTW, I *NEED* Uncanny X-Men #350. If anyone wants to sell it, contact me!! Please... zeyf@hotmail.com. I love ya lots. Please review my peeps.. Love ya lot's!