Chapter Hercules: Dear Journal
"What you doin' with those abs?" asked Mighty as he screamed at the DOOMERS.
"We have DOOMER needs with them," said the crimson cloak.
"You ugly ones who believe not in charity!" cursed Vector. He charged with his Monado.
"No, you do not…" said the blue cloak. He removed his cloak finally and revealed his true form.
Da…
Da…
Da…
"No stinkin' way…" Vector whispered with bulging eyes as he skidded to a halt.
"Yes, it is I, Vector…" said the uncloaked madman.
"Who is that?" asked Mighty and Omega to Toto simultaneously.
Toto gulped. "I should have known…"
Silver winced in pain from his revoked abs. He clutched his tummy with his hand as he seethed. The sight of the reveal was enough to make his brain explode with horrors.
"Squilliam Fancyson!" cried Vector. He dropped to his knees and began to drop giant salty droplets from his dropping ducts.
Squilliam laughed nasally and took Silver's abs with his tentacles. He placed them upon his own midsection and thus gained his true hunkiness.
A harsh light shone from Squilliam's amazing transformation. Everyone shielded their eyes because it was blindingly attractive.
"I am reborn as a symbol of hot," Squilliam said with a sly grin. He stood amidst the battlefield denizens, hands in the pockets of his sleek black four-legged Levi jeans. He wore no shirt, just impressive abs exposed for all eyeballs to drool over.
"Oh no! He's HOT!" cried Omega.
Toto was so horrified. He never knew Squilliam had perfected the "Ab-Transfer Spell" from the ancient manuscripts.
"What do we do now that he has absorbed Silver's hunky appeal?" asked Mighty, nocking an arrow.
Toto bit his lip. "There is… no hope…"
Everybody gasped at the legendary music master's frightful claim.
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