Chapter Dynamite: Dragons Ahoy
"What a splendid occasion!" cackled the blue cloak nasally. He sounded so slimy and rude.
Not good… Silver thought to himself with sweating teeth. Who the bloody waffle are these guys?
"We are here for one thing and one thing only," said the crimson cloak. "So, let's not make this take any longer than it has to."
"Party pooper!" scoffed the blue cloak. "Why not have a little fun and games before we turn them in? Besides… we only need the abdominal wonderboy!"
"I take offence to your labels, you rash buttheads!" Silver seethed. He clapped his entire ab collection together and a tree fell down from its shockwave. He then picked up the felled lumber and wielded it like a lance.
"Nice of you to flex in front of us, but neither of us have any interest in your abs' good looks, just their powers!" said the blue cloak. He drew his twin katana and revved up their chainsaw functions like a Bionicle.
The crimson cloak seized his partner's right wrist and told him to cease.
"DOOMERS just wanna have fun!" Cyndi Laupered the blue dude.
"We are not here for fun. This is for busy business only," said the crimson cloak with intimidation.
"We will fight you either way!" said Silver. "I am already in such a bad mood!"
"You don't even know what a bad mood is…" said the crimson cloak.
"Don't tell me how to live my life! You are not my dad!" roared Silver. He then remembered his anger towards fathers and charged towards the duo.
He slashed his tree trunk, but did not hit any dudes. They dodged with such elegance.
"We are provoked now…" said the crimson cloak. His tone seemed as anxious as a disposed lemon. "Our battle shall commence…"
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