That was an exciting last chapter, wasn't it? With any luck, this one should be just as good. We'll finally get to see Stitch back in action, where he belongs! But first some reviews:
Mimic12355, Gantu would actually fall asleep from so many weeks staying awake if it weren't for the inhuman amount of coffee he's ingested and his sheer force of will to kill Stitch once and for all.
Mostextremeprincess, Ban-Kar isn't an experiment; he's the god of a stupid overzealous religion. And I wouldn't even try comparing him to 552! There is no villain I could ever concoct who could rival or even equal that twisted creature of pain and malevolence VOID99 has created. Hats off to you, VOID99!
Nukerisr, I'm glad you liked the last chapter. 627 is so powerful because that's how I perceive him. The cartoon only showed us a fraction of his strength, so we can only imagine what he's like at full power. He could very well be as strong as I have made him out to be. Also, thanks for the offer, but I don't really feel any need to use your fancharacters. They'd probably be ill suited for what I plan in future stories.
Piewolvesandsuch, I'm glad you liked my rendition of 611 and 628. Sorry about Bonnie and Clyde.
DanMat6288, I'm afraid I can't use your suggestion, but I am hoping to make magic an important part of the next story. And Ban-Kar didn't form his religion to demean Ophis; he's just a big fat jerk of a deity. Ophis happens to be one of those demons that's not really into the whole 'eternal torment' thing that much. (Not to say she doesn't still have her evil side, of course.) Not all demons are totally bad, and not all gods are totally good, as my story has demonstrated. I might be able to arrange for them to pop up before the story's over, though…
By the way, if anyone has trouble understanding Stitch, check out Story Weaver 1's Turian Index.
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The ship shook again. Jumba frantically checked his scanners. "Ah, of course. It's Gantu!"
Stitch pulled away from Angel, who had grabbed him when the ship rocked from the first shot. "Gantu?"
The ship shuddered once more. The lights flickered on and off. Jumba looked worried. "Feels like he's upgraded his cannons."
"Is that bad?" asked Lilo.
Jumba sighed. "It means we can't be winning in a firefight. And his ship is also faster than ours is, so we cannot be escaping. This could be the end."
Stitch's eyes narrowed. "Naga. Have to save cousins," He growled. Without a word, he ran down the length of the ship.
"Where's he going?" asked Angel, a little hurt.
Lilo gasped, understanding. "Gantu captured a whole bunch of experiments while Stitch was possessed. He must be trying to get them back!"
Jumba nodded. "Well then, we are having nothing to worry about. If anyone can do it, 626 can."
Stitch kicked open the door to the airlock and leaped outside of the ship. As he fell, he pressed a button on the wristband he was still wearing. In seconds, his slick red police cruiser came screaming out of the stratosphere towards him. Stitch landed in the driver's seat and buckled up. He glared at Gantu's great black ship, which was still firing plasma blasts at Jumba's cruiser. "Tooki bah waba!" He fired his engines, rocketing towards his old nemesis.
Gantu was about to fire a plasma blast that would destroy one of the big red ship's engines and force it to crash when a small red object zoomed across his line of sight, pelting the glass dome of his cockpit with plasma shots. They splashed off harmlessly, but Gantu could already tell who had done it. "626," he growled. He smirked and pressed a button. "It's a good thing I ordered all these new weapons along with those teleporter parts. Let's see how you like my mine web, trog!"
Stitch shot past Gantu's ship, did a U-turn, and headed back for another pass at the cockpit. As he did, a hatch on the rear of the black ship opened, launching a spiked orb into the air. The orb spun several yards, stopped, and suddenly expanded. Hatches opened up all over it, shooting out smaller spiked balls attached to the bigger one by thin cables. Each small ball then shot out smaller balls, and those sent out even smaller ones, and so on until Stitch found himself flying into a huge maze of orbs and cables. "Crabba Snabba." He quickly swerved under a cable, not sure what would happen if he hit it or a ball. He had to slow down drastically to keep from running into the walls of the maze. He saw Gantu's ship speed up after the one his family was in, firing more plasma blasts at it. He growled and decided to throw caution to the wind. He hit the accelerator and started flying straight towards Gantu's ship, clipping a cable and severing it. The orbs it was attached to blinked three times then exploded. Every orb attached to those orbs or in close proximity to them exploded as well, and Stitch found himself stuck in the center of an expanding cloud of death. He floored the accelerator, going as fast as he could and shot out of the web as the whole thing exploded, sending fire in every direction. He grinned. "Akka tiki baba!" He caught up with Gantu and found he had disabled the big red ship and was trying to use a tractor beam to pull the roof off, so he could pick up all the experiments on board at once. Stitch didn't see that happening anytime soon. He flew close to the underside of the black ship and fired one of his few plasma torpedoes into the beam. The tractor locked onto the torpedo and pulled it up into the ship, causing the beam generator to explode and release the ship. The red ship flew off, tilting to the side and waving a wing as a sort of thanks.
Gantu pounded his fist on the control panel. "Blitznag! He destroyed my tractor beam!" He scowled. "My mine web was useless, but let's see how he fares against my new guns…"
Dozens of hatches opened up on the hull of the ship, and plasma turrets of varying sizes emerged. They all began firing at Stitch immediately. He flew his cruiser up the side of the black ship, barely scraping the surface and causing a few turrets to fire at each other and explode as they missed him. He flipped the ship upside down so he was facing the hull, pulled out his four trusty plasma guns from the glove compartment along with a couple of holsters to hold them in, and leaped out of his seat as he reached the top of the ship, landing near Gantu's cockpit. He extended his extra arms, antenna, and spines, and began blasting away at the glass dome with his plasma guns. The shots splashed off the dome harmlessly. Gantu grinned and pressed a button, causing several large plasma turrets to pop out of the hull. They aimed at Stitch and started firing. Stitch dodged the initial blasts and jumped on top of a nearby cannon. All of the other cannons reoriented their targeting systems and fired. Stitch jumped off, and the cannon exploded. He repeated the process with the other cannons until there was only one left. This one he ripped off of its mount and hurled at the cockpit dome. The gun exploded, but the dome was still unscratched. Gantu frowned and pressed another button. A gigantic cannon rose from behind the cockpit and aimed at Stitch. He jumped out of the way as the cannon fired, blasting off a portion of the ship's hull and revealing wiring and stuff. Stitch strafed the cannon, firing his guns uselessly at the weapon as it continued firing, blowing up portions of the hull. Gantu was laughing too hard to notice. Suddenly getting an idea, Stitch put away his guns and jumped on top of the cockpit dome. Gantu blinked. "Wait, what are you doing?" He gasped as the cannon started charging up. "Oh no!" He jumped out of his elevated seat, landing hard on the floor of the ship several yards below as the cannon fired, blowing up the cockpit. Gantu groaned and clutched his chest. He had hit something painful when he landed. He got up and saw he had landed on the crate of replacement teleporter parts, crushing it. "Blitznag."
"Meega nala quista!" shouted a voice from above. Stitch jumped down from the smoke around the destroyed cockpit, firing his guns wildly. Gantu quickly rolled out of the way, hiding underneath a console. He grinned when he saw the plasma gun he had strapped to its underside.
Stitch ran over to 625, who was leaning against a wall, eating a sandwich. "Where cousins?" he asked, pointing a gun at 625's head.
"Why the hell should I tell you?" Stitch snatched the sandwich from 625's hands and made to eat it. "Okay, okay, I'll tell you!" 625 stammered frantically. "They're in the cargo bay. Now give me back my sandwich." Stitch was about to when he heard the telltale whine of a plasma gun about to fire. He whirled around and hurled the sandwich in the direction of the sound. Gantu fired, and his plasma shot obliterated the sandwich, dissipating harmlessly. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" screamed 625. He fell to his knees sobbing as Stitch dashed for the big elevator to the cargo bay. Gantu saw his destination and chased after Stitch. Stitch leaped into the elevator and pressed the button to close the doors just as Gantu was about to get in, causing the giant alien to slam into the doors and leave a dent shaped like his face in it. Stitch snickered and pressed the button to make the elevator descend.
A few seconds later, the elevator doors opened, revealing the cargo bay. Stitch stepped out and saw his cousins, imprisoned within capsules lining the wall. 625 was not nearly as proficient as Gantu, but he had managed to add about a dozen more experiments to the collection while Gantu was going through his paranoia. The captives noticed him and started begging and screaming for him to release them. He grinned and started speaking in Turian. "Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Stitch, and I'll be your rescuer today." He whipped out his guns and started firing rapid shots all across the wall of capsules. He continued firing until he heard the definite click indicating he was out of ammunition, put the guns back in their holsters, and snapped his fingers. Every capsule shattered at once, spilling the experiments to the floor.
As the freed prisoners struggled to recover their bearing, Pinky suddenly recognized who their savior was. "Hey, wait a minute! You're the jerk who let that fish head capture me! You didn't even lift a finger to stop that guy!"
Stitch paused. "Uh…I wasn't in my right mind at the time. It's a long story. I'm here to rescue you and take you to a better place."
"Why should we go with you? You abandoned us!" shouted a different experiment.
Suddenly, the elevator doors exploded. Gantu stepped out, carrying a massive plasma bazooka. "DIE!" he yelled, blue eyes blazing.
"Because if you don't come with me, you're stuck with him," said Stitch.
The decision was unanimous. "We'll go with you."
"Good." He jumped onto a crate. "I'll distract him. You head for the hangar bay, I'll meet you there." He beckoned to Gantu. "Naju jista!"
Gantu threw his bazooka away and rolled up his sleeves. "You want to fight? Fine! I've been waiting a long time for this, abomination. This time, you won't win!"
"Feeboogoo." Gantu leaped at Stitch, starting the fight. The big group of experiments quickly scrambled into the elevator, squishing themselves together to keep anybody from falling out of the open doors. Their weeks of captivity had made them used to really tight spaces, so they didn't mind being crammed in as much. Somebody pressed the button, and they went up the shaft.
Stitch continued to beat the tar out of Gantu until he was sure the giant was too dazed to move, then called back the elevator and headed back up to the bridge level of the ship. He got off and suddenly realized he didn't know where the hangar actually was. He walked over to 625, who had gotten a new sandwich. "Where's the hangar?"
625 grunted. "Your buddies just came through asking the same question. Down the hall and to the left."
"Takka." Stitch ran off.
A few seconds later Gantu came out of the elevator with a bleeding lip, broken teeth, two black eyes, and a limp. "Where did he-"
"Hangar."
"Right!" Gantu ran down the hall. 625 shrugged and continued eating.
Gantu spotted Stitch in the doorway to the hangar and charged. Stitch waited a few seconds, then closed the doors, causing Gantu to ram into them and leave a dent shaped like his face. He ripped out the control panel to the doors to keep them from opening and shoved a large crate in front of the doors to hold them shut. He turned to his cousins, who were clustered around Gantu's manta ray shaped excursion vehicle. "That'll hold him for a little while," he said in Turian as Gantu pounded on the doors furiously. Stitch shoved past the experiments, climbed into the ship, and programmed the autopilot to head for his house. "Okay, I've set this ship to take you to your new home. It's a tight fit, but I think you can all squeeze in." A few experiments looked dubious, but when the door shook ominously they decided to take their chances with Stitch.
All hundred-odd experiments crammed themselves into the cramped cockpit of Gantu's smaller ship. As Stitch was about to close the dome over them, one of them spoke up. "Why are you trying so hard to rescue us anyway? You let us get captured before. What changed your mind?"
The answer came to Stitch instantly. "You guys are my o'hana."
"O'hana? What's that?"
"O'hana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten."
"But you left US behind," a different experiment protested.
Stitch smiled. "Yeah, but I came back for you, didn't I?" The doors boomed as Gantu slammed into them again from outside. "Not much time left. I've gotta get you outta here!" He slammed the dome shut on his cousins and ran to the hangar door controls.
As he started messing with them, the doors exploded as Gantu finally remembered he had a plasma bazooka and used it. Gantu took one look at the experiments crammed in his ship and gasped in horror as the bay doors opened, creating a vacuum. "No!" he screamed as he fumbled for a grip on the door to keep from getting sucked out, losing hold on his bazooka. It was pulled outside by the suction of the vacuum.
The excursion ship's engines lit up, and it started moving down the track to the open doors. Stitch jumped on and waved to Gantu. "Bye-bye, Stupidhead!" The ship rocketed out of the door and into the sky.
"Blitznag!" Gantu ran from the hangar and headed to the secondary bridge, located in the main chamber beneath the destroyed cockpit. He sat down and started calling up weapons. "If that trog thinks he's going to get away that easily, he's got another thing coming!"
Stitch clung onto the excursion ship as they flew away from Gantu's vessel. He frowned when the black ship's engines ignited and started following them. Guess he doesn't know when to give up, he thought. He pressed the button on his wristband, summoning the police cruiser. He waved farewell to his cousins, jumped off the excursion ship and landed in the driver's seat of his cruiser. He hit the accelerator and flew back towards Gantu. A large Gatling gun lowered from the underbelly of the black ship and started firing huge plasma blasts at him. The plasma turrets from before were firing at him as well. Stitch masterfully weaved around the plasma bolts, firing a few of his one to take out guns and neutralize incoming shots, and launched his second plasma torpedo at the Gatling gun. It exploded, depriving Gantu of his primary weapon. The giant cursed as Stitch then started taking potshots at the smaller turrets, and decided to try a different tactic. He pressed a button, causing three dozen missiles to launch from tubes in the hull of the ship and begin homing in on Stitch.
Stitch saw the missiles coming towards him and wasn't the least bit worried. He floored the accelerator and flew away from the ship. The missiles followed him in a great cloud of deadly projectiles. He did various aerial stunts ranging from loop-de-loops to corkscrews and barrel rolls, watching as the missiles continued following him. When he had flown a certain distance from the ship, he started turning back in a long curve, leading the missiles back to the black battleship. The ship's plasma guns opened fire as he returned, but Stitch easily evaded the blasts, causing them to hit several of the missiles behind him and destroy them prematurely. He zoomed straight towards the nose of Gantu's ship and abruptly veered upward, causing many of the remaining missiles to hit the ship, causing a huge explosion which shook the whole vessel and caused heavy damage. Stitch flew over the top of the ship, leading the missiles to a few plasma turrets that still remained there. The guns fired as he shot over them, missing completely and striking the missiles. Most of the missiles were clipped instead of hit dead-on by the plasma guns and lost control of their engines and guidance systems, falling onto the roof of the ship and exploding. One missile fell through the gaping hole left by the destroyed cockpit, suddenly restarted its engine before it could hit the ground of the main room, lost power again and fell to the floor in front of the kitchen doorway. Its momentum carried it through the door and towards the fridge. 625 walked into the main room with mayonnaise and tomato pieces covering his face, looking very annoyed. "Hey fish flakes, I'm trying to eat here! Do you think you could-" He choked in mid-sentence as he saw the missile rolling towards the refrigerator. Everything seemed to go into slow motion as 625 waddled as fast as he could after the missile. As the weapon was just about to touch the fridge, 625 leaped into the air, screaming "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" in slow motion. The missile's warhead tapped the fridge.
There was a pause, followed by a huge explosion that obliterated the kitchen and ripped a giant hole in the side of the ship. Gantu had shielded himself from the blast with his chair, and was now trying to catch his breath in all the smoke and haze created by the explosion. 625, now blackened by soot, stared in disbelief at the empty space that had once held the center of his life. "He-he destroyed my fridge…." He started trembling. "HE DESTROYED MY FRIDGE!" Antenna, spines, and a second set of arms extended from his body. With astonishing speed, 625 ran over to the secondary bridge, shoved Gantu out of his chair, and started pressing buttons wildly. "HE'S GONNA DIE, YOU HEAR ME?! I'M GONNA KILL HIM!" He simultaneously fired every missile on the ship, sending a huge volley of projectiles at Stitch. "DIE! DIE DIE DIE!!!!!"
The sheer number of missiles coming towards him startled Stitch, but he wasn't worried. He flew away from the ship, using the same maneuver as before to lead the missiles away then double back towards the black vessel. As the missiles followed, Stitch rocketed towards the left engine nacelle of Gantu's ship in what looked like a collision course. At the last second, he veered under the ship, and the missiles hit the nacelle. There was a tremendous explosion as the plasma warheads reacted with the engine, vaporizing a third of the ship. Damaged beyond compare, minor explosions started occurring all over the ship, threatening to tear it apart. With a missing engine and irreparable damage, the black ship started losing altitude. Stitch whistled. "Bootifa!"
Gantu coughed and wheezed as he tried to clear his lungs from the smoke of fires that had ignited due to the explosion. The extinguishers appeared to be out of commission. All the lights had turned a dim red, and warning sirens were blaring at full volume. He knocked 625 out of the chair. "Now look what you've done! The trog's used our own weapons to destroy the ship!"
625, now back to normal, was dazed and confused. "I-I don't know what came over me. I just felt a sudden urge to kill him."
"Yes, I feel that way all the time. But never to this extreme!" Gantu shouted, waving his hands to point out the blaring sirens, small fires, and red lights all over the chamber. "Thanks to your sudden and completely unexpected bout of bloodlust, we're both going to die!"
625 paled. "W-we're going to die?"
"Probably. That explosion destroyed the escape pods, and the excursion vehicle is gone. Our best chance is a water landing, and we'll probably sink anyway."
"There's gotta be something we can do!" said 625. The ship rocked and more explosions broke out as Stitch began shooting at it from outside.
"There is ONE thing…" Gantu mused.
"Yeah?" asked 625 hopefully.
"With any luck, it'll save us and kill 626 once and for all! It's time to use the secret weapon!" Gantu walked over to a console and pressed a big blue button.
A hatch on the underside of the ship opened up. A large missile with a shark face painted on it fell out of the hatch and flew away. Stitch looked at it, shrugged, and prepared to deliver the final blow to Gantu's smoldering ship. Suddenly, his communication screen turned on, showing Gantu. "Aren't you going to go after that missile?"
He frowned. "Naga. Why?"
Gantu grinned. "I think you should. You see, that's no ordinary missile. I've loaded its warhead with enough plasma explosives to destroy the ENTIRE ISLAND!"
Stitch looked at Gantu in horror. "GABBA?!"
The evil captain snickered. "And can you guess where it's headed? I'll give you a hint: it's the place where you live with that little family of yours. Yes, that's right, it's heading for your home! I think you'd better go after that missile, you don't want it to blow them up do you?" He laughed evilly. "One more thing: It's completely plasma-shielded, so you can't shoot it out of the sky! Good luck solving this one, abomination!" He ended the communication
"Blitznag!" Stitch turned his cruiser around and sped after the missile at maximum speed. The missile was slower than he was, so he caught up to it quickly. He slowed down the cruiser, pulling it parallel to the missile. He jumped out of the ship, landing on the missile. He dug into its surface with its claws as his cruiser fell away, keeping himself from falling off. He crawled up the length of the missile, stopping near the warhead. He noticed a panel and surmised it was where he could find and defuse the missile's detonator. As he began to pry it open, cables with manacles on their ends shot out of the sides of the missile, clamping shut on his wrists and ankles! They retracted, forcing him onto his chest. "Gabba?!"
The panel flipped open, revealing a comm screen. It flickered to reveal Gantu. "Ha! You fell right into my trap, just as I knew you would, 626! Don't even bother struggling, because those bonds are too strong for even you to break!" He sneered. "I almost envy you. You're about to get a front-row seat of the total destruction of your family, and there's nothing you can do about it! Bwahahaha!" The screen switched off and folded back up.
Stitch pulled as hard as he could on his bonds, but they wouldn't budge. He struggled for a few more minutes then sagged, accepting the inevitable. He was going to die. And he was going to take his entire o'hana with him.
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Lilo was having the time of her life. When the manta ship had landed in her backyard, she had first thought Gantu had come after them. But when the cockpit opened and over a hundred experiments tumbled out, she knew there was nothing to worry about. She immediately welcomed them to their new home and started giving them names and finding places for them in society.
Angel was not having as much fun. She had not seen any sign of her gushi bu among the escapees. "Where's Stitch?" she asked Pinky in Turian.
"The blue guy? He jumped ship after we escaped from that ugly guy. Last I saw he was keeping the big fish off of our tails," explained the little elephant.
Angel looked up at the sky. "I hope he's okay…"
Slugger and some of the other more experienced experiments were telling their new cousins about the fine points of island living when suddenly all his senses went wild. He instantly flew into the air, looking for whatever was causing him discomfort.
He didn't have to wait long. Out of the blue, a huge shark-faced missile appeared and rocketed towards the house. Everybody panicked. Pleakley ran around in circles screaming, and Nani (Who had been just been complaining about how Stitch just had to send all of his cousins to her house) hugged Lilo protectively. Jumba was the only one not worried, and he had the right attitude. Slugger swung his tail at the missile just before it could hit its target, knocking it away. The rocket spun out of control and flew away erratically, its guidance system completely scrambled. Everyone cheered. "Great job, Slugger! Home Run!" yelled Lilo. Nani quietly resolved never to complain about Stitch's cousins in the house again. Perhaps they were more useful to have around then she had given them credit for.
Slugger happily took in all the attention until he heard a comment from Angel. "Was that Stitch strapped to the side of the missile?"
Everyone went silent. Slugger smacked himself on the forehead, grumbling something along the lines of "Blitznag!"
"I am thinking we should follow that missile," said Jumba. Everyone agreed.
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Stitch screamed and threw up as the missile swerved over the town, completely out of control. His vomit landed on the ice cream cone of the Sunburned Tourist, who threw it away in disgust. The missile gyrated wildly over the beach and flew out to sea, where its engine sputtered, flickered, and finally cut off. The missile plummeted into the water, dragging Stitch along with it.
The experiment panicked. Drowning had always been his worst nightmare, and now he was in danger of doing just that. He renewed his desperate struggle against his bonds, trying to hold what little breath he had in his lungs. The screen popped up again, and Gantu's disgruntled face appeared. "Well, this isn't quite what I was hoping for," he muttered, his voice distorted by the water. "But the end result is still the same. You have no hope of escape, trog. The missile is carrying you to your grave at the bottom of the sea. Already I can see you losing your hold on life." He sneered. "You will rot at the bottom of the ocean, 626. Fish will nibble away at your carcass until there's nothing left but bones, forever chained to my missile. Perhaps someday your skeleton will be discovered, and people will wonder what happened to you." His voice took on a cold edge as Stitch felt his strength faltering. "You are going to die 626. You will die, and I will be triumphant. You have taken everything from me, trog…my career, my reputation, pride, honor, dignity, courage…even my ship. You've taken it all away from me. But there is one thing I shall salvage from all this. Your death. And with your death, I will go after your family. With you gone, I doubt they will be able to fight me. I'll recapture all your cousins and send them all away where they belong, locked away in the doctor's lab forever. Do you hear me, 626? You have failed. I win."
Stitch could fight no more. His lungs were aching, begging for air. He looked up at the light on the surface of the ocean. Already it looked so far away. Something passed over the light, blocking it. Whatever the something was, it was coming closer. Stitch's vision was already starting to fade, but as the thing came closer, he started to make out a long, curved fin. A shark perhaps, come to devour his corpse?
Gantu gasped. "No! It can't be! Go away! Shoo!"
The thing came closer. If Stitch had any air in his lungs, he would have cried in relief. It was Sinker! The aquatic experiment smiled at Stitch, and made four slashes with its razor-sharp fin. Stitch's manacles shattered, and he floated free of the missile for a second before starting to sink again. Sinker grabbed him and tugged him upward, towards the light and fresh air. Stitch smiled inwardly. Thank you, cousin…
"No! This can't be happening! You were supposed to die! Come back! Nooooooooooo!" Gantu's voice faded away as the missile sunk deeper into the ocean, never to be seen again.
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Gantu stared in disbelief at the communications screen as 602 swam off with 626. This isn't how it was supposed to happen, he thought weakly. I was supposed to win… Gantu looked around. The ship had crash-landed in the sea, and was now only being kept afloat by a set of flimsy air bags that Gantu had forgotten he installed. The fires had gone out, but the room still looked like a desolate ruin, a wasteland hundreds of years old. He heard a creaking sound as another part of the ship collapsed, causing the vessel to rock a bit. Water sloshed onto the floor through a hole in the wall. I was supposed to win.
To add insult to injury, another comm screen switched on, showing the face Gantu least wanted to see at the moment. Dr. Hamsterviel took in the appearance of the shattered room behind Gantu with a stony expression on his face. He said nothing, just looking around at the horrid mess. After an eternity, his eyes rested on the ex-captain. "Gantu," he said in a slow, quiet voice completely unlike his usual screams and rants. "Where are my experiments?"
Gantu's heart sank. Blitznag.
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Was that cool enough for you? I'm sorry to say the epilogue won't be up for a couple of weeks, because I'm going to be spending spring break in the real Hawaii! How cool is that? I'll let you all know if I see any experiments, okay? Please review!