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Machinedramon: As I said before, if they used parts I provide, this wouldn't happen.
Beelzemon: But you're too afraid about the consequences of going out in public. Whatever.
Machinedramon: Why don't I just blow you're head off? The world could do without you.
Beelzemon: Crap.
(Then a black robot blows a giant plasma hole through Machinedramon.)
Forte: Let me guess. for once, you're glad I'm around.
Beelzemon: Yup.
Chapter 4 - The Government takes action.
"Gary??? What on earth happened to you?"
"I don't know."
Tessa stared at Gary for a while longer. Then she grabs his hand, and leads him out the back way.
"Hey! What are you doing???"
"Trust me, you don't want to wind up under the knife, do you?"
Gary was somewhat confused by the figure of speech, but kept his mouth shut. Tessa took him outside, and they left to places unknown.
"Gentlemen, this DNA sample you see here is from that hero Justimon that showed up around April.."
The board of people looks at the projector screen.
"But that sample has only traces of human DNA. WHAT THE HELL IS HE????"
"We're presently working with it to create performance enhancers to make for better soldiers. We've found a willing test subject."
Then a man in a leather jacket walks in. When he removes his sunglasses, you can see he's actually around eighteen. His blonde, spiky hair seemed somehow out of place, since it was clean. His tan skin showed how often he was outside.
"I'd rather be called by my name. It's Tyrone."
"Right. Anyway, his background as a bounty hunter helps test the performance enhancer's effects."
"Whatever, as long as I'm paid if I'm still breathing after you get me high on whatever you called it. And DON'T try to kill me after you have your fun. Colton taught me how to deal with people like that."
". Why would you even THINK we'd do that?"
"Gotta be careful." Tyrone said as he had his hands ready to grab his sawed off shotgun if he needed it.
". Anyway, Tyrone has given us data to compare with after we use the enhancer on him. Also, the enhancer is nearing completion. From what I heard, it should be done today." The general continued.
Then a scientist walked in.
"Sir, we finished screening it, but we can't guarantee anything without a test."
"Looks like I came in time." Tyrone said, "What do I do? Bend over while you stick a needle in my @$$?"
"A-HEM!!!!" A woman said.
"What?"
"Ugh. For your information, it's a simple injection in your arm. We're not sure how long it'll take, but I don't think it'll take longer than a week."
"A WEEK OFF DUTY?????? I had BETTER be getting paid a lot for this. So. when does it happen?"
"You were just injected."
"HUH???"
Tyrone looks at his arm, and notices the scientist placing a band-aid on part of his arm. Tyrone tears it off as soon as he's done.
"I'd rather get an infection then get caught with a band-aid covered with bunnies on my arm."
"Suit yourself."
Tyrone takes a bandana out of his pocket, and ties it around his head.
"So. how 'bout a date, good looking?"
". I'd rather stick to men MY age."
"HEY!!!!"
We find ourselves in a target range. Tyrone's firing at targets with his sawed off shotgun, while the others are recording the data.
"Is he doing better?"
"No."
Tyrone continued to fire, until his forehead began to hurt. He held his head in pain. It felt like his forehead was being torn open. A scientist ran up to him.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. just give me some Tylenol."
The scientist gives him two pills, and Tyrone swallows them. Then he resumes his practice.
"General. He's actually getting WORSE."
"WHAT??????"
Meanwhile, Tyrone decided to take his bandana off. He figured that it was too tight, and he'd put it back on when he was done. Then he resumed firing.
"WHAT THE HELL?????? Now he's getting all his shots dead center."
Tyrone felt pleased with the results of this exercise. He picked up his bandana, and tied it back up before the General walked in.
"Tyrone. I'm not sure how to rank your new results. at first, you matched the previous test, then you dipped down, and finally, you went up. What happened?"
"Got a headache."
Tyrone felt kind of odd. like he accidentally tied the bandana over one of his eyes. but he was certain that it only covered his forehead. Also, he felt like his skin was kind of. different somehow.
"Can I go take a nap? I'd like to get rid of the headache."
"Certainly. you might need the rest. you look a bit pale."
Tyrone would have laughed at that, but he didn't feel like laughing. He headed toward a bathroom, and was surprised by his reflection.
"What on earth???? My skin IS pale. wait a second."
He looked harder. He could swear that it was a very pale blue.
"I must be hallucinating from that shot."
Tyrone took his bandana off to tie it looser on his head, and got another shock.
"I'm going to talk to them about these hallucinations. I see a third eye right there."
He didn't honestly think it was an illusion though. When he took the bandana off that eye, the feeling that one of his eyes was covered left.
"Don't tell me that."
Tyrone closed his left eye, then his right. Then he closed the middle eye. The mirror showed that it was closed.
"If I may borrow a line from Agent Hobbes, 'Aw crap.'"
Tyrone put his bandana back on, and prepared to confront the General about it.
If you can't guess what's happening to him, then you're probably hopeless.
Machinedramon's head: OH GREAT. YOU FOUND THE LOOPHOLE IN THE BET..
Beelzemon: Yup.
Machinedramon: As I said before, if they used parts I provide, this wouldn't happen.
Beelzemon: But you're too afraid about the consequences of going out in public. Whatever.
Machinedramon: Why don't I just blow you're head off? The world could do without you.
Beelzemon: Crap.
(Then a black robot blows a giant plasma hole through Machinedramon.)
Forte: Let me guess. for once, you're glad I'm around.
Beelzemon: Yup.
Chapter 4 - The Government takes action.
"Gary??? What on earth happened to you?"
"I don't know."
Tessa stared at Gary for a while longer. Then she grabs his hand, and leads him out the back way.
"Hey! What are you doing???"
"Trust me, you don't want to wind up under the knife, do you?"
Gary was somewhat confused by the figure of speech, but kept his mouth shut. Tessa took him outside, and they left to places unknown.
"Gentlemen, this DNA sample you see here is from that hero Justimon that showed up around April.."
The board of people looks at the projector screen.
"But that sample has only traces of human DNA. WHAT THE HELL IS HE????"
"We're presently working with it to create performance enhancers to make for better soldiers. We've found a willing test subject."
Then a man in a leather jacket walks in. When he removes his sunglasses, you can see he's actually around eighteen. His blonde, spiky hair seemed somehow out of place, since it was clean. His tan skin showed how often he was outside.
"I'd rather be called by my name. It's Tyrone."
"Right. Anyway, his background as a bounty hunter helps test the performance enhancer's effects."
"Whatever, as long as I'm paid if I'm still breathing after you get me high on whatever you called it. And DON'T try to kill me after you have your fun. Colton taught me how to deal with people like that."
". Why would you even THINK we'd do that?"
"Gotta be careful." Tyrone said as he had his hands ready to grab his sawed off shotgun if he needed it.
". Anyway, Tyrone has given us data to compare with after we use the enhancer on him. Also, the enhancer is nearing completion. From what I heard, it should be done today." The general continued.
Then a scientist walked in.
"Sir, we finished screening it, but we can't guarantee anything without a test."
"Looks like I came in time." Tyrone said, "What do I do? Bend over while you stick a needle in my @$$?"
"A-HEM!!!!" A woman said.
"What?"
"Ugh. For your information, it's a simple injection in your arm. We're not sure how long it'll take, but I don't think it'll take longer than a week."
"A WEEK OFF DUTY?????? I had BETTER be getting paid a lot for this. So. when does it happen?"
"You were just injected."
"HUH???"
Tyrone looks at his arm, and notices the scientist placing a band-aid on part of his arm. Tyrone tears it off as soon as he's done.
"I'd rather get an infection then get caught with a band-aid covered with bunnies on my arm."
"Suit yourself."
Tyrone takes a bandana out of his pocket, and ties it around his head.
"So. how 'bout a date, good looking?"
". I'd rather stick to men MY age."
"HEY!!!!"
We find ourselves in a target range. Tyrone's firing at targets with his sawed off shotgun, while the others are recording the data.
"Is he doing better?"
"No."
Tyrone continued to fire, until his forehead began to hurt. He held his head in pain. It felt like his forehead was being torn open. A scientist ran up to him.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. just give me some Tylenol."
The scientist gives him two pills, and Tyrone swallows them. Then he resumes his practice.
"General. He's actually getting WORSE."
"WHAT??????"
Meanwhile, Tyrone decided to take his bandana off. He figured that it was too tight, and he'd put it back on when he was done. Then he resumed firing.
"WHAT THE HELL?????? Now he's getting all his shots dead center."
Tyrone felt pleased with the results of this exercise. He picked up his bandana, and tied it back up before the General walked in.
"Tyrone. I'm not sure how to rank your new results. at first, you matched the previous test, then you dipped down, and finally, you went up. What happened?"
"Got a headache."
Tyrone felt kind of odd. like he accidentally tied the bandana over one of his eyes. but he was certain that it only covered his forehead. Also, he felt like his skin was kind of. different somehow.
"Can I go take a nap? I'd like to get rid of the headache."
"Certainly. you might need the rest. you look a bit pale."
Tyrone would have laughed at that, but he didn't feel like laughing. He headed toward a bathroom, and was surprised by his reflection.
"What on earth???? My skin IS pale. wait a second."
He looked harder. He could swear that it was a very pale blue.
"I must be hallucinating from that shot."
Tyrone took his bandana off to tie it looser on his head, and got another shock.
"I'm going to talk to them about these hallucinations. I see a third eye right there."
He didn't honestly think it was an illusion though. When he took the bandana off that eye, the feeling that one of his eyes was covered left.
"Don't tell me that."
Tyrone closed his left eye, then his right. Then he closed the middle eye. The mirror showed that it was closed.
"If I may borrow a line from Agent Hobbes, 'Aw crap.'"
Tyrone put his bandana back on, and prepared to confront the General about it.
If you can't guess what's happening to him, then you're probably hopeless.
Machinedramon's head: OH GREAT. YOU FOUND THE LOOPHOLE IN THE BET..
Beelzemon: Yup.