In Which We Wish We Were Heading For a DIFFERENT Planet
Hallo, everyone, I'm back. I'm on a major updating spree today-might as well make the best of my FF time while I still can.....sigh. I won't be updating nearly as much anymore...
Que Sera Sera.
And guys-check Mark's eyes. They're RED! Not green!
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Quote:
With what a childish and short-sighted sense
Fear seeks for safety; recons up the days
Of danger and escape, the hours and ways
Of death; it breathless flies the pestilence;
It walls itself in towers of defence;
By land, by sea, against the storm it lays
Down barriers; then, comforted, it says:
"This spot, this hour is safe." Oh, vain pretence!
Man born of man knows nothing when he goes;
The winds blow where they list, and will disclose
To no man which brings safety, which brings risk.
The mighty are brought low by many a thing
Too small to name. Beneath the daisy's disk
Lies hid the pebble for the fatal sling.
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"I spy, with my little eye-"
"A rock." Timmy's head was still buried in his hands. Mark whistled.
"Duddddde, not bad! Not bad at all!"
That was it. Timmy groaned.
"Uh, Mark-are we going to be landing in the distant future....or like, I don't know....EVER?!"
"Yep! Right about....now!"
Well, that shut Timmy up as the boy stared at the dark maroon planet they were approaching.
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Kanone pleasantly smiled as he adjusted his propellers, still in pursuit of Chang's ship.
Turner's head was his own. Might as well get the alien's, too.
Apparently, they knew they were being pursued...by someone else.
Too bad. Kanone adjusted his revolver slightly.
They were in for a...slight disappointment.
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If it wasn't one thing, it was another.
That miserable, miserable, little brat had lied. Of course, he couldn't exactly blame him for running away....but all the same....
And to think he had gone to the pharmacy and everything! Bah.
The Darkness was becoming impatient. NOW he could see how the superior Eliminator felt.
Geez, this kid was tough to find. If he wasn't trying to thwart the Eliminators, he was running for his life. The Eliminator tightened his fist.
Stupid, stupid, stupid boy.
To his surprise, he was feeling a little anxious for the little-he shook his head.
Out of all the things the Master could want-money, power-awesome shades-but nooooooo. He had to have a little scrap of life-a tiny, insignificant, package of blood and bones-
Some rotten Ten year old boy!
They were making a land at Nervana- the Land of the D-
Oh, crud.
As the Eliminator shot into the sky, he had to groan.
They were being followed....
But by who?
"Dude....what are we wearing?"
Timmy blinked in his Crash Nebula space suit, looking annoyed. Mark Chang was still rummaging through his wardrobe.
"Uh-dude-you can't breathe out there."
"But I did it on Ve-" Timmy objected.
Mark chose to ignore this, as he grabbed a nearby brown bag, and stuffed it at Timmy.
"Dude....what you are about to see may horrify and shock you."
This could only mean something good.
As the door slowly opened, however, Timmy felt quite differently.
Timmy gasped, and turned a faint shade of green. Mark swayed slightly, burying his head in a tentacle.
"Dude....I'd only do this for you."
The ten year old just shook his head in sheer horror.
"OUT OF ALL THE PLACES YOU COULD'VE FOUND-YOU CHOSE THIS ONE?!"