Omochao's Revenge
OK… one minor tidbit: I support Omochao in the pancakes vs. waffles war. I'm a pancake person. What do you like? Review and tell me! And now for our feature presentation!
They stared each other down. A lone piece of paper fluttered by. They stood in a subway station, and they leaped at each other, firing bullets repeatedly at each other. It was quite reminiscent of the first Matrix movie, actually.
Which wasn't surprising, considering that Eggman and Omochao were watching the first Matrix movie on TV.
"Wait one pea-picking minute!" roared Omochao, standing up so quickly that he stood up quickly. "What about our highly anticipated battle over pancakes versus waffles? Heavens to Betsy, are we all mad?"
"No," said Eggman indifferently. "But since this fic has no continuity whatsoever and the author's too lazy to include this, we're not fighting."
"Preposterous!" roared Omochao, shaking his fist to the skies. "I'll not have my life controlled by some foolish author!" Suddenly, Omochao's skin began to turn pink and he grew long, curly eyelashes. "I take it back!" he shrieked in a panic as the author, in some alternate universe, chuckled in glee. "Curse you Mecha Scorpion!"
"Oh, just sit down and watch the movie," said Eggman as Agent Smith held Neo in front of the train.
"Fine," scowled Omochao as his feminine appearance vanished. He sat down and began absentmindedly singing. "I'm so gutter, so ghetto, so hood. So gully, so grimey, what's good? Outside, the Benz on Dubs, I'm in the club with the snub, don't start nothin' it won't be nothing, uhhh…"
"What kind of stupid song is that?" asked Eggman in disgust. "What stupid guy would call himself 'gully' and 'grimey?' Who does he think he is, 50 Cent?"
There was a short silence.
"Oh," said Eggman, understanding. "So he is 50 Cent."
"Exactly," said Omochao, still humming.
Suddenly, a loud noise, like a train going through a tunnel, rocked the room.
Because the train was going through the tunnel in The Matrix on TV.
Eggman growled angrily, while Omochao foamed at the mouth.
"Sir!" said a robot, jumping into the room. Omochao subtly pulled out a flamethrower. "Sonic is attacking the base and has destroyed the Onion of Doom!"
"What?" roared Omochao, spraying flecks of foam all over the floor.
"Just kidding!" smiled the robot cheerfully.
Omochao foamed even more at the mouth. Pulling out the flamethrower, he (somehow) set the robot on fire.
"And… the Onion of Doom is 50 percent complete," gasped the robot with its dying breath. (Not that robots breathe, but…)
"Burn baby burn," laughed Omochao. "That's a disco inferno."
"Wait… that's not part of Disco Inferno!" said Eggman.
"Yeah, it is," explained Omochao. "You see, the Disco Inferno I was just singing was 50 Cent, and the Disco Inferno with 'burn baby burn' in it was Tina Turner."
"Oh," said Eggman, satisfied.
Just then, gunshots could be heard.
Eggman and Omochao jumped out of the couch, looking angry. They saw where the gunshots had come from.
Agent Smith was shooting at Neo on TV.
Omochao spat so much foam that he could have used it as bubble bath.
Not much happened in this chapter… but review anyway!