Disclaimer: Don't own Shego, Drakken, Kim, Ron, or any villains. I do own all the rest of the villainesses, however. Nor do I own the Dixie Chick's "Good-bye Earl" song, though it is a variation.
Charchee: Hi, everyone this is Charchee speaking. Shegal92 came up with the song from our favorite (country) song that we sing a lot. Shegal92 is my favorite author and if you write to me you are awesome. I don't have a favorite character because it's a tie between Metaphor, Mischief, Golden Arrow, and War Hawk. Please write to me your favorite character and what you think of what I just wrote.
Shegal92: Well, that was Charchee talking. I asked her to write a note to the people at Fanfiction before the next chapter came up. What she's basically trying to tell you is that there will be a song near the end of this chapter, "Good-bye Drew", and it's a variation of our favorite country song, "Good-bye Earl". She also asks for more messages and who's your favorite character. Here we go with the chapter, R&R and send a message to Charchee.
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Shego flipped through a directory of home delivery food businesses, looking for something that they could order. Too bad Domino's had a zero policy for delivering to lairs. Shego couldn't so much as make toast without burning it, let alone a meal. Wait, didn't Kimmi take Home Ec? Nah, she wasn't that desperate. She even considered KFC, but they didn't deliver to lairs either. What good was a free directory for going to one of those boring villain conventions if nothing delivered to lairs?
"Chill, Shego. I have it covered." Shego's nails dug into the counter as the burning desire to hurt him returned. She turned her head to face Drakken.
"What did you get Derek's Landfill Take-Out or something?" Drakken made a clucking sound with his tongue and shook his head.
"Oh Shego of very little faith." Drakken's eyes dared her to ask what it was, but her pride refused to. But her lack of cooking ability struggled to comprehend. Eventually, Drakken's gloating habits kicked in.
"Monkey Fist told me of this really cool delivery service, the only one that delivers to lairs, and I took the liberty of calling for you. Just to show you how good a sport I am." Thankfully the counter was metal…and fire-proof. Shego took a deep breath, knowing this was going to hurt her pride more than anything else.
"Thanks." She muttered between clenched teeth. Shego had never seen Drakken smile so wide.
"No problem." He said slowly, letting the words sink into Shego's mind. He sauntered to his room, his head held high.
When Shego came stomping back, it didn't take a genius to figure out Shego's pride had just taken a major nose dive. Shego flicked her long black hair over her shoulder and glued her hands to her hips. Her emerald eyes went even darker and the girls scooted closer together.
"Drakken already took care of it." She spat and Kim swore she saw smoke coming out of Shego's nostrils.
"Do you think it's a trap?" War Hawk asked carefully. Shego started taking deep breaths. She glared at the kitchen, towards the boys.
"I'm not sure." She answered just as precariously.
"But I smell a rat." Shego sat down and tried hard to become calm. The storm was on the way.
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"Are you sure that's an actual delivery service?" Dementor questioned Monkey Fist.
"Dead sure. I've even got a frequent users club membership." Every one stared at him. Who in their right mind (even a villain) would be a frequent user of that business?
"Believe it or not, bananas aren't everything a monkey eats. They need a balanced diet including…"
"Shut your yap, the girls'll hear ya!" Killigan clamped his hand on his mouth. Drakken looked down at the scrap of paper, pressing every button precisely, making sure he got none of it wrong. He put the receiver to his ear and he listened to a guy on the other end. Drakken gave the others thumbs up and they knew he had the right number.
"Hello, my name is Dr. Drakken, perhaps you've heard of me?" Pause.
"No, you're thinking of Dementor. Anyway, I have to say I'm a huge fan of the show and just have to try some "grub" for myself. What is possibly the grossest thing on your menu?" Drakken nodded as the guy rambled on.
"Yes, the Madagascar hissing cockroaches. Six, please." Short pause.
"Alive, please. The banana slugs sound delicious. I'll have a dozen. And one cow heart with a side of pig intestine. Anything else you might suggest? We're having a party." Longer pause.
"I'll try some of the spicy red ants. You sell them by the hundred? I guess two will be enough." Gemini mouthed something and Drakken nodded his head.
"Any spiders? Perfect! Five tarantulas, please. What's on your dessert menu?" Drakken nodded his head as the guy talked a little more.
"A batch of ladybug cookies will do nicely. That will be all, thank you. Deliver it to this address and make sure to deliver it to the back door. It's…um…a surprise." Drakken read the coordinates to the other man, said good-bye, and hung up. The boys broke out into laughter.
"Wait until Shego sees what she agreed to!" Drakken thought out loud.
"We'll be hearing them scream like the girls they are." Gemini concluded. Everyone ignored Motor Ed's invisible guitar solo.
"They won't see it coming!" Dementor cackled. Unknown to the avenging men, a spy was listening to them in the hall hidden by shadows. Artica's frown deepened as her stomach threatened to heave. This was wrong! She had to warn the girls! She walked regretfully back to the girls. Why was she the barer of bad news?
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"They ordered from where?" Shego screamed in the quietest voice possible. They were huddled together as Artica delivered the news.
"Fear Factors 'R Us." Artica repeated.
"That's an actual delivery service?" Kim asked and watched as Artica shrugged. I better not let my brothers get that number, she thought to herself. She shivered. As if they weren't gross enough.
"What are we going to do?" Metaphor asked, turning to Shego. Shego chewed the inside of her cheeks.
"We can't let them see how disgusted we are of the food choices." She concluded.
"That's the whole reason they ordered from there; our reaction. So if we give them no reaction…"
"There's no satisfaction!" Golden Arrow finished.
"Exactly. So we have to pull off the best poker face we have." All the girls nodded, agreeing to the plan. All except one, that is.
"No way! No way am I going with this heinous plan!" Kim pushed away from the group. Shego shrugged.
"You're right, Kim." Kim looked at Shego as though she had just sprouted wings.
"One of us has to detest it to make it more believable." Kim sighed in relief and watched as Shego smiled. But there was something beyond friendly in it. Did Shego think she was a coward for not eating it? War Hawk must have sensed some tension, because she spoke up.
"What are we going to do in the meantime?" Shego shrugged.
"I don't know. What do you guys want to do?"
"Let's watch a movie!" Mischief piped up and Kim was sure she was making fun of her by using Tim's voice. Or maybe it was Jim's. They got up and browsed through the movies. Good thing they had the TV. in their room.
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The girls watched as the end credits for Catwoman rolled down and the back door opened. Typical, Shego thought, for them to have the guy deliver at the back door. Mischief got up and pressed the rewind on the VCR. The other girls slowly got up, exchanging glances. They nodded, knowing what to do.
"It's finally here!" Metaphor yelled. The girls stampeded to the hallway.
"I'm starving!" War Hawk pitched in. The girls halted as they entered the boy's room. Drakken was forking over the cash while a few other boys picked up the boxes. The thick cardboard boxes were black with yellow letters that read, "Fear Factor 'R Us." There was something in smaller letters under it, but they weren't close enough to read it. The delivery guy looked around the room.
"Having a sleepover?" He asked.
"Yes." Drakken nodded as he signed a paper. Probably some release statement saying it's not their fault if you get sick and puke. The man laughed.
"Crazed villains. Always trying to one-up the villainesses." He said to himself as he walked away.
"Have a good night!" Drakken cried after him. He turned to the girls with a box with holes on the top in them and walked over.
"Well, here it is ladies. Take out!" The girls walked over and kneeled next to the guys. Kim made sure she sat next to Ron.
"This is getting out of hand." She whispered to him. He nodded in agreement.
"You're telling me." Kim read the smaller print on the boxes.
"Evidently, fear is not a factor for you." Shego read the words out loud, not wanting to know what was in the boxes. She couldn't believe what she was about to do, just for the sake of Drakken's opinion of her. She looked at the other girls, reading their looks of horror.
"Um, what exactly is in these boxes?" Golden Arrow poked at the biggest one, not betraying nervousness.
Drakken loved the expressions on the girl's faces. Shego was trying so hard not to look disgusted, but Drakken read beyond her tough outer skin. She was a major fan of the show and every Monday night they'd watch it together. She always told him, "I could do that. And I could do it much faster." Well, now here was her chance. He had no doubt she could do the physical challenges better than any wanna-be, but what about eating animal entrails? Here, she would prove that she had what it took to go on that show. Or that she really didn't.
Shego watched as Drakken set the box on the ground. It was hissing. Hissing cockroaches, they were going to eat hissing cockroaches! It took every fiber of her body not to scream. She wouldn't let Drakken get a reaction; she wouldn't let him see her fail. He opened the other boxes and her stomach did somersaults. Shego looked at her friends. She was grateful to see she wasn't the only one looking a little queasy. Even the guys, who Shego was sure had something else to eat, looked ready to add to the mess.
"The only delivery service for lairs." Drakken noted smugly. Shego gave him her worst glare, but it bounced off with no effect. Golden Arrow picked up a banana slug with little less emotion than if it was a biscuit and without hesitance, opened her mouth and dropped it in. Kim's eyes went wide as she chewed and swallowed with little more concern than as if it were an M&M.
"Funny, doesn't taste like a banana." She commented, reaching for another one. Shego almost laughed as she looked at the expression on the guy's faces. They had no clue what kind of woman Golden Arrow was or what she was truly capable of. Even Drakken saw that his plan was going up in smoke. Kim shivered.
"That is on so many levels of wrong!" She protested on cue. It didn't take much acting to "pretend" that she was horrified of the other girl's reactions.
"Did we get any forks?" Shego asked casually. She knew what she was going to eat. Motor Ed handed her a little plastic fork and she opened The Box.
"You are not going to!" War Hawk was in disbelief. She had known Shego for what seemed like forever and she still surprised her.
There were six of those big suckers running around on top of each other. They weren't normal cockroaches, they were Madagascar hissing cockroaches. Their length was from one of Shego's cheeks to the other and indeed they were hissing. She could do this, somehow. Deftly, she flipped a cockroach over and stabbed it. It was still alive. The cockroach was closing in, any second now. Through the teeth, past the gums, look out stomach here it comes. Its head was now in her mouth, but before she could bite it it bit her. Man that hurt so freaking bad! Almost worse than when she slammed her hand in the car door. Before she lost all courage, she decapitated it with her teeth, chewed, and swallowed. This was the most disgusting thing she had ever eaten. Liquid oozed into her mouth and the crunch of its shell sounded so repulsive. She chewed and swallowed a second time and then a third. The Madagascar hissing cockroach was now inside of her and she swore after this only a life or death situation would make her eat something that loved to eat garbage. Poker face, Shego, poker face.
"Crunchy." She announced. And disgusting, and repulsive, and an oozing walking pile of garbage… It was almost worth it to see the look on Drakken's face. She had pulled off the poker face.
"You want some?" She motioned over the boxes. His face was growing more and more pale.
"No thanks, I'll pass." He walked off towards the kitchen.
That was disgusting! It was enough for him to watch Shego gulp it down, but then she offered him some. Okay, she's qualified for Fear Factor. Qualified and would win! Shego knew he didn't have the best stomach. His stomach lurched as he thought of what was in hers.
"You barbarian!" Drakken smiled as he heard his nemesis yell at Shego. He watched as Kim backed up along with, um, err, Don Quitable? No, that wasn't right. Ston Ronnable? No, but he felt he was getting closer…
Shego watched as Artica held the dead tarantula in her hands. Artica had arachnophobia, how could she eat that? Shego watched, amazed, as she tore off a leg and took a bite. Wow, who knew Artica was so brave? Shego winced as she heard a sickening slurping sound.
"Slimy yet satisfying!" Mischief proclaimed, reminding Shego of Pumbaa from The Lion King.
Soon, contests started up. Who could eat what faster or who could eat what more of? On a few occasions, a girl would laugh so hard ants would come out her mouth. The boys were long gone. The girls sprawled out and had a serious giggle fit. But then, it happened. Artica knew this was going to happen, but there had been no reasoning in her mind after that first bite. She ran to the nearest sink, seeing they didn't provide the puke bucket, and prayed she'd make it there in time. The nearest sink that Artica knew of was in the kitchen and so upon arriving not a second too soon, the contents of her stomach made a U-turn in the digestive system. She turned away, the smell horrible. She straightened up and reached for a napkin to wipe her mouth off. Finding one, she saw the guys sitting at the table eating meat loaf. They were staring at her staring at them staring at her staring. She ran back to the group silently; she had just tossed her cookies in front of guys she barely knew.
"You okay?" Metaphor genuinely asked. She nodded and sat down.
"They're eating meat loaf." She growled. Fury shone in all the girls' eyes, except one pair. Her eyes shone darkly with trouble, barely stopping herself from laughing.
"What?" Whatever it was, it couldn't be good. Shego leaned in as did the others to hear her juicy secret.
"Let's just say there are seven boys, three bathrooms, and one empty bottle of laxatives." All mouths dropped wide open.
"Shego, you have the potential to be the greatest villainess in the world." Golden Arrow patted Shego on the back. Kim smiled, but inside she was scared. Golden Arrow was right; if Shego ditched Drakken she really could take over the world…again. But Kim had taken down Shego plenty of times. And she was probably worrying for nothing. Right?
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Ron finished his meat loaf guiltily, knowing Kim was being forced to eat bugs. They hadn't done anything that bad to deserve it. Why should someone be forced to eat something just because they had pride? Well, in truth Kim never touched a bug, but still… Ron smiled inwardly. Shego was eating bugs. She had never done anything kind to either him or Kim and now she was paying. Ron didn't see a hint of the thoughts going on in her mind, but he knew what he'd be doing. Throwing up just like that blue girl. Ha, ha Drakken had to clean up after her. After he was done, they rinsed their plates and put them in the dishwasher. Shego had to eat bugs while they ate meat loaf! The thought rightened the whole wrong.
As they walked back to their place, they found it was spotless. The boxes were gone, the sleeping bags were straightened, and Drakken had a note on his pillow. He picked it up and immediately recognized Shego's neat cursive. The signature helped, too.
"What does it say, dude?" Drakken pivoted on his heel as Motor Ed attempted to read over his shoulder. Clearing his throat, Drakken read it out loud.
"Going number 2, releasing the hounds, dropping the kids off at the pool, launching a beast, however you say it you'll be having it. Sincerely, Shego." The boys' pupils grew in size.
"Oh man." Ron whimpered.
"What is she talking about?" Dementor flinched.
"I don't know, but I'm about to find out!" Drakken stormed down the hallway and into the girls' room. Shego turned expectantly to Drakken.
"Shego, can I speak to you privately for a minute?" Shego stood up and followed Dr. Drakken into the hallway. Before she turned the corner, she gave her crew a wink and a thumbs-up. She wasn't afraid of whatever Drakken was about to dish out. She probably had it at one time or another. Drakken spun around as soon as they were in the center of the hall.
"So, I assume you found the note?" Shego crossed her arms in front of her.
"Hard to miss, but tell me what does it mean?" He waved it in front of her face, but her eyes showed no interest at all in the slip of paper.
"It means while you were busy ordering take-out, I put laxatives in your meat loaf. It should kick in about an hour from now." Drakken's jaw dropped open and Shego smirked. She was tempted to put something in it. Instead, she smoothly took a finger and closed it. Shego thought she might as well get stuck in fast-dry cement, because it looked like Drakken was getting ready for a lecture.
Drakken calmed himself, reasoning it would do no good if he got all worked up over what has already happened. There was only one way to change the trap and sadly it didn't include a time machine.
"Why don't you just give up? Boys are so much better!"
"Don't make me laugh. If girls weren't around to keep guys on their feet, they would sit around in their boxers drinking beer and watching football."
"That's your problem, Shego. You're so prejudiced about men. All men are not the same. Like all women aren't the same. I'm sure no other girl on the planet except you cries when a Disney villain dies in a movie." Shego glared at him.
"I have issues with Disney's portrayal of villains, I admit, I have to get over. And yes, I am prejudiced against men. I've seen too many stereotypes to think differently. I bet no other man on Earth steals my hair bands, speaking of which can I have mine back?" Shego tugged at his ponytail. Drakken swatted at her and she gave in…for now.
"You never know. I bet no other girl in this whole world loves to torture me as much as you." Shego considered this.
"What about your mother?"
"She doesn't even come close." Shego seemed pleased at this news.
"So, in the past two minutes we've figured out all men and women are different and no one in the world hates you as much as I do. That's what I call productive." Shego began walking back to her end of the hallway.
"I bet you've even written songs about how much you hate me." Shego froze.
"How do you know?"
"Let's just say I have my sources." Tigress is as good as dead, when I find her.
"Why don't you sing a song for us?"
"I don't sing."
"I've heard you." Shego snorted.
"In the shower, maybe."
"You have a lovely singing voice." Sarcasm dripped from Drakken's voice like venom from a rattlesnake's fangs after a kill.
"Either that, or I have something worse than bugs in mind." Blackmail, that was her trick! She shrugged like it didn't matter to her, but she was shaking inside.
"Ten minutes, our side. Be there, all of you." Drakken stalked off, leaving Shego to wonder how they got from laxatives to singing.
Shego tried in vain to look okay, but she was bombarded with questions.
"What did he say?"
"Did you tell him about the laxatives?"
"How much did he chew you out?" Shego knelt down next to War Hawk and whispered everything into her ear, from laxatives to singing.
"I don't see why you're so worried; you have a beautiful singing voice." War Hawk said after she was finished. Shego rolled her eyes.
"He wants me to sing a song that says that I hate his guts. How do I portray that nicely?"
"Serves you right."
"Whose side are you on?"
"Look, he didn't say anything about a duet, did he?" Shego shook her head.
"Would it make you feel better if I went up with you?"
"You're the greatest!"
"I know, but can you please stop hugging me?" Shego let go of her.
"What should we sing?"
"I don't know; I went into Drama Queen Mode." She confessed. And so, Shego and War Hawk entered their own little discussion. And so did the rest of the group.
"I do not look like a deer!" Golden Arrow protested against Metaphor.
"Come on! Your eyes look amazingly similar to a deer's. They're big and brown. Not to mention how agile you are."
"I don't run when I can fight." Looking at her, Kim agreed. She certainly didn't look like a wimp. Metaphor shrugged.
"True, but you are a vegetarian."
"Who just ate bugs. Can't we do someone else now?"
"Sure." Golden Arrow sized up Metaphor.
"You look like a blue snake."
"Gee, the scales don't help!"
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Monkey Fist helped Drakken set up the microphone and the stool.
"Do you really think Shego will show up?" He asked Drakken. Drakken shrugged his left shoulder.
"If it was anyone else I could say for certain. But Shego's as unpredictable as the weather without modern technology."
"I don't think she will." Monkey Fist stated as he adjusted the height of the microphone stand.
"She has the guts and probably the talent, but she is rather shy on center stage." He added. Drakken snorted.
"I think she will. She has too much pride on the line. Plus, I let her use her imagination as to what I'd do if she didn't." Drakken rolled up his sleeve and looked at his watch.
"Any minute now." He murmured.
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"Do I have to drag you in there?" War Hawk asked Shego. Shego wasn't nervous about her performance; she was mostly just stalling.
"Maybe." She replied slyly. The other girls had gone ahead and were waiting for the star (s) of the show. War Hawk looked Shego in the eyes.
"We've been best friends since we started school together. Even when we got our powers and did the whole super villain/hero role play, we still snuck out. Avarius never caught us and…" Shego covered her friend's mouth.
"You started monologue-ing again." She explained, uncovering War Hawk's mouth.
"Thanks, sorry about that. Summary: This is nothing compared to what we've done before." Shego nodded her head.
"I know, but I also know if I sing this song I'll be that much closer to actually getting fired."
"Shego, if he hasn't fired you yet he's not going to fire you over a stupid song. He'll just regret making you do this. Plus, he couldn't find a better lackey if he tried." War Hawk gave Shego's hand a reassuring squeeze.
"Thanks, I think I'm ready. Wait, were you being sarcastic about the lackey thing?"
"Nah, just making fun of you. It's time!"
"You daughter of a bird!" The first bird joke of the night, it would not be the last. They walked out of the hallway and into expectant company.
"Could you possibly take any more time to get ready?" Drakken groaned.
"She needed a motivation speech." War Hawk explained.
"If you could call that motivation." Shego muttered. They walked up to center stage.
"Only Shego is supposed to sing."
"You never said anything against a duet." Shego put her hands on her hips.
"Fine, whatever. We need another mike!"
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"Why do you get the stool?" War Hawk questioned a few minutes later.
"Because I'm wanted." Shego adjusted herself.
"You wouldn't even be up here if it wasn't for me." She growled.
"Do you know that for certain?" Shego turned her microphone on.
"Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." She let the vowel carry on and on.
"What are you doing?" War Hawk turned her microphone on and spoke into it.
"Testing it. You want me to test yours?" Shego leaned over.
"Nah, I'm good." War Hawk ripped it away.
"Hello?"
"Hi."
"We're, uh…"
"Going to sing a song."
"Yes, we are going to sing a song."
"And not just any song."
"Nooo."
"We're going to sing an I-Hate-Drakken's-guts song."
"Yay!"
"But I warn you, this song is filled with irony."
"Lots and lots of irony."
"And Shego would never try to kill Drakken, would you?"
"Unless, of course, I have a good reason."
"Let's not give her that reason."
"Let's keep Drakken alive for many years to come."
"So don't fire her because of this song."
"Because then I'd have to kill him."
"And that would not be pleasant."
"There would be daggers and guns and green fire involved."
"Yes, so let's sing this ironic song, shall we?"
"It's called, "Good-bye Drew"."
"Kind of like the Dixie Chick's "Good-bye Earl"."
"But different."
"Yes, so relax."
"Unless you're Drakken."
"Then you might want to listen."
"Here we go, singing this very ironic song called, "Good-bye Drew"." War Hawk started patting out the beat after Shego finished and already to audience looked uneasy.
War Hawk: Shego and War Hawk were the best of friends
Shego: All through their high school days
War Hawk: Both ex-members of the 4-H club
Shego: Both drop outs of ballet
After graduation, War Hawk stayed in town
Looking for a bright new world
War Hawk: Shego looked all around this Earth
And all she found was Drew
"I'm scared." Monkey Fist admitted.
"So am I." Drakken whispered back.
War Hawk: Well, it was two weeks after they got together
That Shego started getting abused
She put on dark glasses and full body suits
Shego: And make-up to cover a bruise
War Hawk: Well, she finally got the nerve to call for help
She let the law take it from there
Shego: But Drew walked right through that restraining order
War Hawk: And put her in intensive care
"This is ironic." Ron thought out loud.
"There is no way Drakken could beat up Shego."
Shego: Right away, War Hawk flew in from Massachusetts
On a red eye midnight flight
War Hawk: She held Shego's hand as they worked out a plan
And it didn't take 'em long to decide
Both: That Drewbie had to die! (wah na na na na na)
Good-bye, Drew
Those black-eyed peas
They tasted all right to me, Drew
You're feeling weak?
Why don't you lay down and sleep, Drew?
Ain't it dark, wrapped up in that tarp, Drew?
War Hawk: The cops came by to bring Drew in
They searched the lair high and low
Shego: Then, they tipped their hats and said,
"Thank you ladies, if you hear from him let us know."
Both: Well, the weeks went by and spring turned to summer
And summer faded into fall
And it turns out he was a missing person
Who nobody missed at all
Shego: So the girls bought some land
War Hawk: And a road side stand
Shego: Down on High way 109
War Hawk: They sell Tennessee ham and
Shego: Strawberry jam and they don't loose any sleep at night
Both: 'Cause Drewbie had to die (wah na na na na na)
Good-bye, Drew
We need a break, let's go out to the lake, Drew
We'll pack a lunch
And stuff you in the trunk
Well, is that alright?
Good, let's go for a ride, Drew?
Hey, hey (wah na na na na na na)
Well, hey, hey, hey (wah na na na na na na)
Well, hey, hey, hey
Well, hey, hey, hey
A deaf man could have heard a pin drop in the silence that followed. Drakken's mouth hung open, hoping this was all just a silly song they made up when they were bored and not actually a secret plan to get rid of him. Kim was doing everything in her power not to laugh. It wasn't humanly possible for Drakken to beat up Shego. And Shego bringing in the cops? Ferociously unlikely. And, she wouldn't have tried to hide it if she did kill him. She would probably want credit for it. Shego? Her cheeks were deep crimson.
"Thank you ladies and gentlemen, you were a terrific audience."
"Have a good night, tip your host, and drive safely." The duo ran into the next room and took cover. Drakken was about to blow.
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Well, everyone is probably wondering why in the song Drakken was beating up Shego. In fact, even Charchee asked me why. First of all, Drew went better with the rhythm of the original song than Shego, not that you can hear the song. I'm not sure if any one even knows the original song, besides Charchee and me (that is reading this). Second, this was an I-Hate-Drakken's-guts song, not an I-Hate-Shego's-guts song. Plus, it was funnier for me to picture Drakken beating up Shego and he's the one who dies in the ending. Any way, many critics are probably thinking, "That's not the night Fear Factor is on." Well, it's a very popular show and is on numerous times on numerous channels. I asked Charchee what night it was on and she just flipped it to a random channel with Fear Factor on it. Hence, Monday night. I'm not sure if banana slugs taste like bananas or not, I myself have never eaten one. Though I'm guessing they don't, looking at the contestant's faces. And I can't think of anything else you can nit-pick at me at this moment, so please review and drop Charchee a message as well. She's waiting anxiously for them.