Chapter EE: PLA
"Halt in the name of our abs!" cried Decoe and Bocoe, flexing on the approaching fools.
"Dagnabbit…" grumbled Vader as he pocketed his lightsaber. "We surrender."
"Are you out of your Sith mind, Darth?" cried Knuckles to his partner in time.
"I swore never to fight again after Jim died," Vader explained, choking on his own words like a tearful Force-choke. He felt like real cinnamon bun hourz.
"Blimey, then how do we expect to win when we got zilch Force energy?" spat Kelso. He charged up his quills and prepared to spindash like that 70's hedgehog.
Pal woofed in agreeance.
"I hate that we must stow our beliefs for this, Vader. I don't like fighting either, but it is the truth and we need to do this," said Knuckles with warrior eyes.
Vader knew this was a lie. He knew Knuckles was a rabid fiend when it came to fists and glory.
"Knuckles, I will not fight," Vader finally announced after 27 seconds of musing.
"You butthead…" grumbled Kelso. Then he spindashed and struck Bocoe in the silver abs. He bounced back kutcherly and coughed up blood and a week-old tuna fish. "He is so durable."
"Like a bloody Duraludon…" seethed Knuckles.
"I'm more of a well-built Duracell Battery," laughed Bocoe. "I just keep going and going like the pink rabbit with the drum."
He disrepects Energizer this harshly? Knuckles gasped in his mind. Bocoe is truly a vile substance that curses all of Italy!
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