As Jonn descended, he heard the door opening.
"James Lafferty!" said a girl's voice tinged with pain inconceivable. "What a coincidence! Is that a broken-down limo I see outside?"
"Yeah, it is. Chad! I haven't seen you since, um, yesterday! I have missed you so much! Let's make out!"
Jonn tripped and fell down the steps. Suethour did not. Suethour also did not notice the sound of him falling down the steps. He gritted his teeth, picked himself up, and stormed into the living room, glowing green blasters drawn. He ignored the threeway, waited for her head to clear the TV stars, and fired just as her blackened lips were begining to form the word what.
It knocked her through the wall and into the kitchen.
"Who are you ?" said Murray.
"Some guy with a 16 year-old little sister. Would you please sign these pictures of you which shouldn't have been in Jaz's room in the first place?"
They did so, seconds before the Suethour came back.
"How dare you lay a hand on me!" she screamed. "Do you know who I am?"
"No," said Jonn, "and I don't care. " He fired again. This time she went through the roof.
He herded the teen (portraying) heartthrobs outside, while he still had the chance. He knew that most Sues were like the Borg; you get a few shots before they adapt, and then you'd better have a cool Klingon knife up your shirt.
The Sue came back, pissed.
"As I was saying," she continued, somehow managing to glow black, "I am Jazmine Evanescence Murray-Fenton th-"
"And as I was saying, I don't care," riposted Jonn, firing again. She had adapted, of course, but being interrupted in the middle of her purple prose really, really ticked her off. So much so, in fact, that she took out the entire top half of the Fentons'.
"Oh, snap," said Jonn, materializing. "They're going to kill me."
"Not so much," said Simmons brightly from his badge. "Canon Repair can clean all that up as soon as you take out the Sue. By the way, why did you engage her directly?"
Jonn was to busy to reply, what with the running for his life and all. The problem was, he had no idea how to beat her, and he couldn't hide behind anything she couldn't destroy. His hesitation cost him; the Sue took a strip off his pants leg, and the contents of his pocket flew out. A dollar, a tissue, the red pen-
The red pen.
In a remarkably cool move, Jonn swiped the pen out of the air and held it between himself and the Suethour. Just like her predecessor, she froze.
"It was simple," said Jonn, quietly. "Editing."
This one barely poofed.
Jonn took the opportunity to collapse onto the Fentons' debris-covered couch. He had a long way to go; in his rage, he had gotten pissed off, and nearly killed. He didn't know how real the damage was which could be inflicted upon him here, but he would have to find out.
"Who are you and what the expletive have you done to my house?"
Jonn turned, and found Jack and Maddie Fenton, holding bags of groceries. Behind them, a truck labeled "Canon Repair" was pulling up. He smiled and pulled a small silver tube from his pocket.
"Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, I'm from your homeowners' association. Please look right here."
Next up; Star Wars: Episode III