Chapter Wicked: Elphaba
"HASHTAG BUTTZ, DUDE!" screamed Jet and he wept into the ground over the dead robot. He loved Metal like a true bro, but now his true bro was truly a daisy-pusher.
"My kills are totes more righteous than that flying squirrel," laughed Banjo. He then put the toenail clipper into MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE!
"No," yelled Charmy quietly. He pulled his face out of his mayo jar and flexed his six thumbs like a professional cow-killer. He smashed his own knees in half and then took his secret rifle out of the patella.
Ray Travolta gasped weakly. "Is that…"
"Aye…" Charmy murmured as he flew with fluttering bee wings. "This is the rifle that our mentor Toto gave us before his passing. He used it for goodness and fortune…"
"Just like Pat Sajak…" Jet whispered to the dead Metal.
"He entrusted it with you?" Ray Travolta scoffed at the claim. "No way, bro! I was his star pupil! You must have stolen it!"
Charmy cocked the rifle and loaded it with his severed legs. "Believe what you want, ya mipsclip. This is where I become the successor to all beings. I am much more righteous, dude."
Ray Travolta was mad at the truth being spoken, but it was truth. He had to accept it. It was their only hope of defeating the most evil Banjo and Kazooie.
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