Gosh I just love Teen Titans... (sobs) Please write the letter if you haven't already…
I caught "Things Change" fairly recently… man… those producers really just cater to us…I hope you guys realize that… we should be grateful.
Happy Sun: Hopefully this chapter will enlighten the names of the Gordonian twins. BTW, Gordonians are the alien race that pretty much does bad things like take over planets and sell Tamarans as slaves. They showed up in this season's "Go" and were mentioned in "Sisters." They look kinda like fish/alien/ishypeople.
Xerxes93: Can never have too much sugar.
Chapter 7 A Peculiar Niche
AgentM: (blasts some aliens) Yeah! Yeah! Die! Die! Die! OH YEAH! Want soma dis? Here! MUAHAHA! DIE DIE DIE!
P'anka'yke: Okay, practice is over now so shut off the "Halo 2" and prepare for the real thing…
AgentM: Awww… (turns off X box)
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(the real thing)
P'anka'yke: I can not… believe it…
AgentM: Say no more…
P'anka'yke: I shall repeat it. I can not believe it!
AgentM: P'anka'yke…
P'anka'yke: I CAN NOT BELIEVE WE GOT CAPTURED BEFORE WE GOT TO KILL A SINGLE GORDONIAN!
AgentM: I'm sorry…
P'anka'yke: You are the worst rebel ever.
AgentM: (mopes)
P'anka'yke: Oh. I am so sorry if I upset you. Please forgive me.
AgentM: Thanks P'anka'yke. I'm sorry that I ditched you to find a vending machine.
P'anka'yke: You do not even have Gordonian currency.
AgentM: Darnit.
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GordonianGuard: Hello, Earth scum!
AgentM: Say… aren't you that Gordonian guard that tortured me?
GordonianGuard: Yes.
AgentM: So how are the wife and kids?
GordonianGuard: Oh, she's fine, and the twins are beautiful. We are both so proud.
AgentM: That's great! What are their names?
GordonianGuard: Well, we're both discussing it together but haven't come up with anything yet.
AgentM: Try a one letter name with a really cool back-up name!
P'anka'yke: Or P'anka'yke! P'anka'yke is always a good name! Very noble and strong!
GordonianGuard: Well… we'll think about it.
AgentM: Say, do you know what they're going to do with us?
GordonianGuard: The Gordonian leader, Trogaar will see you!
AgentM: Trogaar?
P'anka'yke: Not if we can escape first!
AgentM: Why's his name Trogaar…?
P'anka'yke: You will never succeed in your evil plans!
AgentM: Really now… Trogaar?
P'anka'yke: We will put an end to your slavery and dictatorship!
AgentM: Trogaar's even worse than P'anka'yke's name… even worse than Fruit…
P'anka'yke: Right, AgentM?
AgentM: Trogaar… hm… Trogaar…
P'anka'yke: AgentM? Um… back me up here…
AgentM: (tastes sound in mouth) Trooogaaaar… TroGAR… TrOgAr… TrrogaaaAar…
P'anka'yke: Ugh… so hopeless…
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Trogaar: …trooogaaar… TroGAR… TrOgAr…. TrrogaaaAr…. TroGaaaaR…
GordonianGuard: Um, Lord Trogaar?
Trogaar: …trOOOgaar… TROgar…
AgentM: What's a matter with him?
GordonianGuard: (whispers) Bad childhood.
Trogaar: (repeats name for few minutes before realizing he had visitors) TroGaAaA- WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!
GordonianGuard: (bows-y) Lord Trogaar, I bring you the strange/freakish Earthling and the Tamaran rebel.
AgentM: Shoelaces!
Trogaar: Yes, she is most certainly strange and freakish. And she looks like an Earthling.
P'anka'yke: You cannot keep us here! I spit on all of you! Your government! Your leader! (spit) (spit) (spit) (spit-ity) (SPIT!)
Trogaar: Well, he sounds like a rebel to me. And has the distinct coloring of a Tamaranian, although he is not all that buff.
P'anka'yke: Hey! On my planet they used to call me P'anka'yke the Brave!
Trogaar: P'anka'yke? That's a stupid name…
P'anka'yke: (sniffles) named after… (sniffles) Okaaran… (sniffle) …warlord…
AgentM: Hey! Don't make fun of his name! It's a good name! Who hates pancakes? I'll tell you! No one! No one does! That's because they're not that hard to make! And if you buy the store brand at the supermarket, they're pretty cheap too! And you, Trooooogaaaar? Are you named after a breakfast cake? Huh? Are you? Are you? Don't think so!
P'anka'yke: (is in awe)
Trogaar: I hate pancakes. They give me gas. I like bobas better, personally. Even though my nephew choked on one and died.
AgentM: Okay… one, how can you choke on a boba? If you get one lodged in your throat it's not that hard to push back down, and that's with a tiny Earth throat! Two… how can pancakes give you gas?
Trogaar: You talk tough for someone so small.
AgentM: And you talk random for someone who's not a fanfiction writer!
GordonianGuard: She's got a point there.
Trogaar: ARG! I had enough of this! Kill them both!
GordonianGuard: GRAAAH!
AgentM&P'anka'yke: AAAAAAAAAAH!
Cata'ryna: (suddenly appears) I have come to save you, in the nick of time! (pulls out a sword and hacks off Trogaar's head)
AgentM: WHA? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? MY FIC'S LIGHT RATING!
Cata'ryna: Huh? Oh… sorry…
GordonianGuard: Not to worry, Gordonian heads grow back!
AgentM: WHAT? EWWWWWW! THAT'S GROSS!
GordonianGuard: See?
Trogaar: (heads grow back) Yeah, it is a pretty nifty alien advantage!
AgentM: Still that's just… ew…. Ugh…. I'm gonna barf….
GordonianGuard: Don't worry! See? No blood on the floors! And the head grew back! Trogaar's not dead! See? You don't have to change the rating!
AgentM: Gee… Thanks you guys… so much… still, that's pretty sick!
GordonianGuard: It's a natural part of Gordonian life! An adaptation, a peculiar niche! No shame in that!
AgentM: Well… if you put it that way… I guess that's ok…
Cata'ryna: Wow! You learn something new every day!
P'anka'yke: I agree! That is pretty handy!
Trogaar: Thank you. But now, I will have to kill you.
Cata'ryna: (hacks off his head… again)
AgentM: EWWW! CUT IT OUT, CATA'RYNA!
Cata'ryna: What? They said it grows back again!
AgentM: Still! That's just… ugh… (shivers)
Trogaar: Pop! (head grows back)
Cata'ryna: See? No harm done!
AgentM: But, you could have saved him the trouble!
Cata'ryna: Well how else are we going to make our escape and defeat the Gordonians?
AgentM: Not hacking their heads, no!
P'anka'yke: But weren't we going to fry them with our lasers?
AgentM: Frying aliens with lasers doesn't count! It's pretty light! I mean, Starfire does it all the time, dancing and singing about frying people's heads with her starbolts!
P'anka'yke: Whoa. You are possibly correct. Cartoon Network does accept lasers.
AgentM: Yeah, you can't blow someone's skull with a bullet, but you can incinerate their flesh with a laser, WHAT'S UP WITH THAT?
Cata'ryna: It is because kids can get their hands on guns, but not lasers. At least… not on Earth… and not till you're eighteen…
AgentM: Oh. (is pleased) Now life makes sense again!
Trogaar: Then you wouldn't mind if I end it-!
Cata'ryna: (hacks off his head)
AgentM: CATA'RYNA!
Cata'ryna: Oh dear. We do have a dilemma…
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(somehow managed to escape)
AgentM: Yeah… we somehow managed to escape…
Cata'ryna: Somehow…
P'anka'yke: …we succeeded…
AgentM: Confused?
Cata'ryna&P'anka'yke: (nods heads)
AgentM: That's good! I can explain it to you! You see, Cata'ryna tried hackin' off Trogaar's heads which kept growing back. Of course, with this the scenario is endless and time consuming. P'anka'yke and I played cards and luckily the GordonianGuard brought his i-pod so we all listened to his downloaded tunes. Around maybe the seventy third song (which was Ready-Steady-Go by L'ArcenCiel) we noticed a fluorescent sign that said "Exit" in green. We packed up our stuff and left…
Cata'ryna: That is it?
AgentM: Pretty much.
P'anka'yke: And we did not kill a single Gordonian?
AgentM: Nope.
Cata'ryna: Huh.
P'anka'yke: How about that.
AgentM: Yeah.
Blackf: …finally we got you…
AgentM: Huh? (turns around and sees whole mess of Tamaranian army)
Blackf: Took us a while to find you, but we tracked down your ship and stow onto it. (turns towards P'anka'yke and Cata'ryna) You are all under arrest for treason against the Tamaran government.
AgentM: And me?
Blackf: For being strange and freakish.
AgentM: Ah.
Blackf: How do you plead?
AgentM: For more reviews and for readers to favorite this story? Like this! (gets on bended knee) PLEEEEEEEEEEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE FAVORITE THIS STORY!
Blackf: (kicks AgentM)
AgentM: Ow! Ok! Ok!
Blackf: YOU ARE ALL BANISHED FROM MY PLANET!
Cata'ryna: You can not banish us! Tamaran has been our home since we were younglings!
Blackf: Maybe you should have thought about that before you became rebels.
AgentM: Don't banish them! Please don't!
Blackf: Than what am I supposed to do with my spare time? I'm an empress. It is what I do. I have to boss people around and those who resist. It is my destiny!
AgentM: …you could be a lot easier on your people…
Blackf: Why should I?
AgentM: …they'll… like you better?
Blackf: They never liked me. Never cared, never gave the smallest, dismal amount of concern! So this is the empty result of a bad childhood, so this is what they deserve!
AgentM: No! No! You can't think things like that!
Blackf: I can't hear you! LALALA!
AgentM: Oh yeah? OH YEAH? BLABLABLABLABLA…!
Blackf: OOOH! I'm not LIIIIIISTENING! LALALALA! I cannot hear you! LALALA…!
AgentM: This is all I hear! BLABLABLABLABLABLABLA! You can TOO hear me! BLABLABLABLA!
Blackf: LALALALALALALALA…!
AgentM: BLABLABLABLABLABLA…!
Cata'ryna: STOP!
Blackf: La?
AgentM: Bla?
Cata'ryna: OMIGOSH! THIS IS CRAZY! AgentM! You really do not have to do this!
AgentM: I'm fighting for you!
Cata'ryna: No you are not! You are making a fool of yourself in front of the readers!
AgentM: Gasp!
Cata'ryna: Is there not a convenient, non-screaming and lalalala-ing way to settle this?
AgentM: I know! We'll all go to Earth!
P'anka'yke: Brilliant!
Blackf: One prob.
AgentM: What?
Blackf: I want to kill you three.
AgentM: Hm… this is a big problem…
Blackf: Huge… now, TAKE 'EM AWAY BOYS!
Blackf's Guards: (takes 'em away…)
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R&R