#39: Death by Story Resurrection
We find our three villainous cronies sitting within the den of James's luxurious mansion. Scouring over the mess-filled room littered with newspaper want-ads, they continue to seek out other means of employment to earn an honest (or dishonest) dollar.
After another session of unsuccessful searches, Jessie turns and notices the readers looking in on what they were doing.
"Hmm? What's this now?" Jessie spoke, blinking at the persons reading this chapter.
"Huh? What is it, Jessie?" Meowth questions, looking up from an old paper he had in his paws.
"Hey, you two, it appears that there are still people reading this fic even after our long absence," Jessie commented, tilting her head in much interest.
"Really? I thought they'd given up since the author hasn't made an update in years!" James responded, setting down his paper and joining Jessie in the spectacle, with Meowth following suit not too long afterwards
"So, what do you suppose they want?" James asks.
"What else, you dolt?! They want to see more of Team Rocket getting their asses kicked by the imaginations of the readers!" Jessie says with a sigh.
The three individuals all groaned at the thought. After a brief moment of silence, Meowth looks up at his two partners.
"But…you know…this could actually be kinda fun," Meowth states.
"How do you figure?" Jessie responds, sounding a tad skeptical at the idea of being on the receiving end of any more diabolical hijinks.
"Well, for one, there could be a silver lining to all of this chaos. I mean, what if the writer gives us a happy ending after one hundred instances of destruction and humiliation?" Meowth speculates.
Both James and Jessie look at one another.
"I hate to say it, but it's always possible. You never know, being that the author bridges each chapter in an ongoing saga, especially in lieu of us being magically resurrected after each incident," Jessie responds, placing her hands on her hip.
"That's a fan for you…you give a little, and take in a rocket launcher to the face," James responds with a shrug.
Meowth turns to the in the center of the lavish room and hops on the coffee table, raising his paws into the air.
Story Resurrection!
"Meowth! Here's the deal! Since it's been so long since the last update, there is so much new material to use in future chapters."
"Whew, now that's out of the way, now we can get on with our lives and set forth for more adventure, like the good old days," James says optimistically, picking up a newspaper off the ground.
SLIT!
…when he accidentally cuts his finger in the process.
"YEOW! PAPERCUT, PAPERCUT!" James yells hysterically as he starts bleeding to death all over the place.
Both Jessie and Meowth look at one another before face-palming at the scene.
"Well, we almost got away with having a chapter where we neither of us got hurt…" Jessie commented…
CRASH!
…when she and Meowth were unceremoniously crushed by the half-ton crystal chandelier above their heads, which snapped off for some oddball reason.
Well then…maybe they should look into some interior maintenance after they find themselves a stable job… See you next chapter!
