Chapter Jar of Box: Duty
"Hah! I did a move with ultimate requirements!" said Ella as she approached Blaze's catness. She was not hungry for any game, like deer or elk.
"No! Sm4sh was better! I swear Yoshi is top 10! Ban Bayo!" cried Blaze as she felt her exuding essence of perfect individuality echo across time and space.
"Just like a loser!" laughed Ella as her Omnitrix all-mighty powers wore off. She inserted her human arm into Blaze's ear and reached for the brain. She extracted Blaze's grey matter and broke it into two over her powerful knee like Bane did to Batman.
"Why did you do that to my brain?" asked Blaze, worried she would become a stupid person now.
"I don't know, homie," said Ella as she put a nametag on the first brain half. It read "Stu Pickles".
Why do that? asked Blaze without quotations.
"Wynaut?" said Ella Wobbuffetly. She then set the second brain hemisphere into a jar of pickles. "Do you see my anarchy?"
"Aye," replied Blaze.
Ella got out a hammer and broke the pickle jar. Much glass and vinegar went into Blaze's brain, causing it to become very sour and very sharp. Ella placed Blaze's brain back like this and then left with the Stu Pickles half.
"Give it back to me!" cried Blaze with the new sharp and vinegar-flavoured brain. She thought about her brain using her brain.
"No! Think about heroes, Blaze!" cried Ella as she did her evil powers again with the Omnitrix. She grew wings and flew off with the brain in her evil possession.
"Dartmouth!" growled Blaze. "At least she did not gleep my stinkin' rings." She examined the three rings on fingy 1, 2, and numero tres.
"I wish Silver, my smooching idol, was here tho," said Blaze to the sky with a singing Disney princess voice.
"Voicenotes…" said a voice behind her, notably existing.
Blaze turned and saw the one in charge of everything. "Is it really you?"
"Yes," said the man with the big buff chest, out in the wilderness, with the ruggedness. "Knock, knock! It's Captain Falcon!"
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