There are precious few things in New Jersey that are actually worth one going there. No, this isn't a rip on Jersey. It's just... I mean COME ON. It's New freakin' Jersey. But even New Jersey has a few bright spots, especially for evil megalomaniacal villains. One: there's a notable lack of lunatic superheroes, vigilantes or mercenary groups with bats and guns. Two: there was a very nice little greasy spoon there that served Jell-O. Not just any Jell-O, mind you. Latverniaberry Jell-O. The best Jell-O flavor in existence. And that was the very reason why one Victor von Doom was gorging himself with spoonful after spoonful of the green-tinted goodness, smacking happily and making a mess of his table. Normally, this sort of display wasn't much of an attention-getter, seeing that there was always room for Jell-O, but the ruler of Latvernia had just polished off his seventeenth mold, and was busy chowing down on the eighteenth. "Mmmmph... damned heroes.... damned Violence Unlimited... damned chewing gum... if it weren't--mmmmph--for them, Doom would be busy at his penetrable fortress-- mmmmph, damn thassgood--watching those busty Dead or Alive girls doing pushups to ring bells with their jubblies." Doom paused, smacking thoughtfully. "Doom hears that they need an oil boy..." His thoughts of putting the oil to firm, curvy backsides were derailed as the door to the greasy spoon was kicked off its hinges. The regulars and employees casually assumed the position and waited to be robbed, apparently having been through this before. However, the door-kickee was no robber, Doom noted. He was a man. A strapping young man. A man clad in a dobok of truth and justice. A man with handsome looks and a glowing aura of tangible electricity about him. He was... "Kim Dong Hwan?" Doom blinked, a glob of Jell-O dribbling down his messy faceplate. The young practitioner of TKD sauntered over to Doom's table and looked at him. No, scratch that last bit. Dong Hwan looked at the Jell-O. Smiling, he sat down across from Doom and folded his legs on the table, picking his ear with a piece of broken glass. "So, son of legendary warrior of JUSTICE, Kim Dong Hwan... what brings you to see Doom?" Doom wiped his mask off, trying to look as dignified as possible. Dong Hwan opened his mouth. He paused, grabbing a cockroach skittering across the table with his toes before tossing it into his mouth and crunching it down. "Mmmm... Jersey bugs. So very tangy..." Naturally, Doom had no choice but to blink. "You see, Doom, there is a reason that I am here." Dong Hwan licked his toes clean of bug-bits. "The Jell-O. It calls for me... sings to me like a siren on the shore... its clarion call draws me to it like a magnet!" Dong smiled the smile of hunger. "I wish to partake of what lies before me!" "... eh. Doom is more-or-less full. Help yourself." Doom belched slightly, lying back to watch Dong Hwan dig in. And dig in he did, snapping up a spoon between his toes and taking a bite. As soon as he did, Dong Hwan shuddered almost as if he's said 'Hanzou'. ... whoa, fuck, that feels good. "This... this Jell-O... I've been in *orgies* that're less exciting than this delicious, sensual treat! And the flavor... tell me! Tell me more!" Doom grinned to himself. "It is the legendary Latverniaberry flavor, but sadly, this is a mere powdered mix, and is nothing compared to the true, homemade gelatin treat made by the hands on true Latvernians using only the finest ingredients and, most importantly, love." Dong Hwan pulled his face from out of the half-eaten mold, gelatin chunks dripping off of him. "... could you make some for me? I'd love you forever and stuff! Honest!" Doom thought about that for a second. "Doom could, but on one condition. If Doom were to make it, you would have to renounce your JUSTICE-tainted and join Doom's side as a cohort of evil in Doom's tireless quest for worldwide domination. Oh, and you'd hafta be a doll and do some house chores occasionally. It's hard for Doom to bend down in this suit at times." Dong Hwan thought about it. And thought. And thought. And thought and thought and thought. After a long, grueling one-tenth of one millisecond of conscious thought, Dong Hwan farted. After farting, he smirked. "I know now what I must do." He extended his foot to Doom. "You have a deal." Doom readily shook the foot, grinning victoriously to himself. "Doom has a feeling that this will be a very beneficial relationship, Kim Dong Hwan." Doom paused to say a bit more, then stopped, zapped a passing cockroach with a laser beam, then picked it up and chewed on it thoughtfully. "... hey. Doom finds this bug rather pleasing to Doom's taste buds." "See? Do I know my bugs, or do I know my bugs?" [-----] Forgot About Jae Chapter 11: JUSTICE, The World and Stuff Originally spawned from the unholy, three-night-long union of an innocent schoolgirl and roughly seventy tentacle demons by Shelby "Darkheart One" Scott, Tentacle Demon #34. For good tentacling, call 1-866-BUK-KAKE [-----] Previously, on FORGOT ABOUT JAE: -AIE! Kyo struck a deal with the devil's son. Dumbass. -WHOO! Pokey the Demon's on the loose and is looking for Jae! RUN, JAE! RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN! -SHOCK! Dio's got his pale, oddly sexy hands on Jae! NEG will kill him if he tries anything. -WOOT! Kain's showed up! Rock's helping him! Grant's really gay! No offense to gay folk, but the Deliverance connection's really spooky. -Undead! Vampires! Stuff! YES! -... anyway. [-----] Let's get the silly skits out of the way before we get to the meat and potatoes. First off... [-----] Being the busy demi-godling that she was, Athena didn't usually have the time to check up on her various followers, as well as her head priest Sie. Today had been an oddly slow day, however. Hell, Dan had only called her once today, and only to beg for some help with his little... incident. Naturally, he refused and returned to using her mighty Psycho Powers to press another batch of CD for her new album, "It's Be Really Neat If You'd Worship Me". Sales were going well, and soon she'd finally have enough cash to apply for full godhood status at the South Town Deity Center. Athena, after slapping on a suitably business-like skirt-suit, decided to multi- task a little and homed in on Sie's psychic signature. With a blip and a sound of a hundred thousand people saying "wop", she appeared in a bar. There, she saw Sie idly consoling Benimaru as he wept in his lap, blubbering like an idiot. Half-angry that he'd forgotten his duties and half-angry that he was half-plastered, she stalked over to him, fuming. Sie glanced up at her, idly smoothing Beni's hair out. "Sie Kensou." "Hey, Athena. Rethought the whole celibacy thing yet?" "*NO*." Her eyes flared really unfriendly colors for a moment before she calmed, just a bit. "You were supposed to be on the Kim Corn Karn Show three hours ago! What happened?!" Sie blinked, then smiled unsteadily. "Ooooooooooh, thaaaaaaaaat. Well, poor Benimaru showed up and he needed someone to talk to. I'm sure ol' Kay-Cee found someone to replace me..." [---] "WELCOME THIS KIM CORN KARN SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!" The audience cheered as their beloved Korean host walked onstage, in a double- breasted purple jacket, shirt, tie... and wrestling trunks and boots. "Kim Corn Karn show! We have new special guest! Called Regina White! Big dino hunter! But! She does not have KARATE KICK!" The audience laughed! "Music! Yes, Kim Corn Karn have good music guest! They called The Blood-Stained Murderers! Look femmy and girls like to stick hands down pants and grab wing- wang! But! They do not have MONGOLIAN CHOP!" The audience laughed again! And then a raptor burst from the stage setup and ate Kim Corn Karn's greasy head, ignoring the numerous MONGOLIAN CHOPS rained down on its neck. The audience laughed once more! [---] "Even still!" "Seriously, Athena..." Sie sighed. "If you were in the situation this guy was in, you'd be all mopey and shit, too." Sie patpatted. Benimaru cried. Athena groaned. "What could be so bad? I mean, it's not like he's the Chosen One of Dan or something..." Beni cried harder. "See, you've gone and made him all sad again, Athena. Do you know how many shots of tequila it took to get him calmed down?" Athena's eyes widened. "You mean... he *IS* the Chosen One of Danimism?! My me, let me put him out of his misery, and quickly!" On cue, her mighty sword appeared in her hand, and before Sie could protest, Benimaru's head rolled to the ground. Odd that Beni didn't bleed. Odder that he simply stopped crying, groped for his head, then put it back into place with a few squishes and loud pops. "That hurt, you know." Beni resumed crying a moment later. "The Curse of Dan... you poor, poor dear..." Athena's eyes watered. "If only there was something we could do for you..." Sie seized upon the opportunity. "Three-way?" Athena smacked him upside the head with the flat of her sword. "Ow. Just a suggestion." [-----] Somewhere far from South Town, there was a lake. Beside this lake there was a blanket. On this blanket were, aside from various other things, Chu-Chu and Bad Mr. Frosty, both down to average size. Chu-Chu idly puffed at a cigarette and sighed blissfully. "Was it as good for chu as it was for me?" Frosty just smiled the smile of a very sated, partially-melted snow-monster as he puffed at his own cigarette. "Damn skippy." What else was on the blanket will, for the sake of humanity, remain unmentioned. [-----] "Will he be alright, Brian?" One Moe Habana, partially out of her suitably clingy Battler Girl outfit, looked on at the Battler-Chamber, where one thoroughly nicotene-inundaned young boy lay, recovering form his trauma. Off to the side, Battler Man, or rather, Brian Battler, stood sipping on come coffee, watching on with a bored expression. "Eh, he's been through worse." "But to be captured and tortured by The Smoker and molded into some twisted mockery of that dastardly beast! Surely nothing can be more terrible than that!" Brian idly sipped more coffee. "Nope. You should've seen him after the last time the Wing Boys had cancelled their tour and we were stuck trying to reason with a few hundred thousand screaming fangirls." "Ooooh! I was there! Yeah, it was a shame that Wufei tripped and broke a strand of hair and had to have major reconstructive surgery to correct the glaring mar on his appearance..." "So you were probably one of the few hundred thousand that trampled over him as you rioted at the amphitheater." Another sip. "... I was wondering where those whimpers of agony were coming from." Moe scratched the side of her head, ki-generated cherry blossom petals wafting from her finger. No darkness, no posing. Just petals. "And you do realize that you're lusting over fourteen year-olds, right?" "But they're so cuuuuuuuuuuute! I just wanna take 'em all and hug 'em and squeeze 'em and dress them up real pretty and make them snuggle up against each other in vaguely compromising positions!" Moe blushed and tittered a little, looking all dreamy-like. "Have you ever heard of the term 'shotakon'?" "You make it should like it's a bad thing." "You're a freak, you know that, Moe?" "Am not!" [-----] "Whooooooooooooooooooo, Chinese Ninja Warrior..." "With your heart SOOOOOOOOOOO COOOOOOOOOLD!" All of the ninja tucked into the "This Is Not A Ninja Moving Van" moving van piped out "SUB-ZEEEEEEEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" in unison as they chugged down the road in search of a new headquarters. Well, all of them save for Sub-Zero, who sat in the corner, bottom lip trembling. "Whooooooooooooooo, your life is a mystery..." "Why do you wear thaaaaaaaaaaaat maaaaaaaaaask?!" "SUB-ZEEEEEEEEEEEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Sub-Zero shed a single tear that froze against his cheek the moment it left his eye. "I hate you all forever." [-----] "Wait. Let me get this straight." Dig Dug was honestly shocked. She expected Fygar's demands to be more, well... demanding. Instead, Fygar (who had more or less burst onto the scene with his cronies like a general badass) was now blubbering and begging for her help in exchange for... "Your cousin! You've got to keep him away from me!" Dig Dug blinked a moment, recalling her family tree. "... Driller?" Fygar wailed at the name, and his cronies cowered back in fear. "Yeah... he's been bothering me ever since I called him a round-headed punk sonovabitch... do you KNOW just how dangerous he is with that drill of his?!" "Rather." Dug couldn't help but grin. "That kinda stuff runs in our family. So... you want us to keep him off your back, Fygar." "YOU DAMN RIGHT!" "Hrmmmm..." Dig Dug mulled over that one. "Just how MANY of those little balloon- freaks do you command, anyway?" "Thousands!" "... is that so. I wonder how they'd all look in pink gis..." Fygar's eyes widened. "Ohno... anything but that! PLEASE!" Dig Dug just smiled the smile of victoly as she taunted in thanks for her sudden, rather unexpected boon. [-----] "There is one thing Doom wanted to know." Doom reclined in the back of his Doom- mobile, sitting across from Dong Hwan as the idiot prodigy scratched himself. "You are obviously not very... focused. How do you possess such amazing talent?" Dong Hwan sniffed his scratching hand. "Oh, that's simple! See, a long time ago..." [---] Jae Hoon and Dong Hwan were busy playing in the street, like all good little boys do, especially during rush-hour traffic when it was a much more daring, fun place to be. A strange little man with "PLOT DEVICE" on his shirt idly snuck up on what he thought was one Kim Jae Hoon, hefted a large stick, and repeatedly smashed it over the kid's head until it broke. Oddly, the tyke didn't even seem to notice it, even then the stick snapped over his iron-clad noggin'. Confused, but still successful as far as he could tell, the strange little man turned and walked right into the path of an oncoming semi, and was summarily smashed into boneless, meaty pulp. One Kim Dong Hwan idly turned, laughed and pointed, then picked up the broken stick lying next to him. Written on it were two phrases, one having been hidden by the grip tape wrapped around the handle. The first was "Raw talent". The other was "Stupid". "... I NOW KNOW WHAT I MUST DO!" With that, Dong Hwan, stuck both halves of the stick into his mouth and acted like a seal in the middle of traffic. [---] "... Doom should have guessed." "Cockroach?" "Don't mind if Doom does." [-----] Heehee, he said 'cock'. [-----] "Hey, K`-kun." Kula Diamond idly kicked her legs about, sitting on a bench as she methodically worked on a Bison Pop. K` (kay-dash, kay-prime, whatever) sat down next to her and patpatted her on the head, earning a giggle and a hug. "Long day, I assume?" "Kyo's a motherfucking slavedriver, Kula. I'm telling you, it's all I can do to keep from going insane doing the whole security thing." K` grunted angrily, flames licking from his gloved hand. "Weeeeeeeeeeell," Kula replied, oozing a bit more raw lolicon force than before. "I say that you get a new job or something like that. Y'know, you could join the Ikari Warriors! I mean, doesn't your sister work there?" "Nnnnnnngh." K`'s teeth ground together audibly. "Don't remind me of her, PLEASE." "Er... what? Last I saw her, she was actually pretty nice to be around." Kula smiled slightly. "She bought me candy and drove me around in her unmarked white van. It was fun!" K` teeth-gritted even more. "Well... let's just say that she's not quite... whole." [---] "Kaykaykaykaykaykaykaykaykaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!" With a mighty leap, one Whip pounced upon her brother and made with the wild snuggling, all while telling about how wonderful her day was and that she only needed seventeen time outs. "Isn't that cooooooooool?" "... can I get up?" Once Whip backed off, K` popped to his feet and regarded the rest of the Ikari Warriors, all of them looking rather sympathetically at K`'s dilemma. "Thanks for keeping an eye on her, Heidern." "Anytime. Give her enough sedatives and she's actually useful at times. Sadly, she's resistant to nothing save for the Ikari Special." Heidern rolled his eyes. "... Ikari Special?" "Boot to the head," Clark chimed in. "Wah hah!" Ralf added, lifting a boot and pointing to it. "..." was all Leona had to say. It was still enough to piss K` off and have him all up in her face. "Why I've got half a mind to kick your little riot-of-the-stupid ass for even HINTING that I'd do something like that to Whip!" K` pushed her back, just as Ralf and Clark held him back. "Dude, easy. She didn't mean it! Honest!" was all Ralf had to say before Clark suddenly pounced on him. "Fuck, man! I said NO!" "Put on the glasses, dammit!" As Clark and Ralf rolled off into the distance, Leona snorted and swiftly spat "..." at K`, quickly followed by "..." and "...". Naturally, K` had turned beet- red at this point and was ready to explode... Whip decided at that time to glomp onto her bro and giggle dreamily. "C'mon, Kay-kun... let's go to the basement back home and play that game you showed me when we were kids..." K`'s face went as white as his tan would allow as Leona, Heidern, and even Ralf and Clark, who'd stopped mid-asskicking, stared at him dumbly. "... dammit, so what if I play D&D?! HUH?! HUH?! You got something against that?! Am I a geek now?! *HUH*?!?! FUCK ALL OF YOU!" Before they could reply, K` Minutes Spiked Whip right on the temple, hefted her onto his shoulder and stalked off. "You're going in the motherfucking closet, y'here me?!" "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaai! I like the closet! Owmyhead..." "..." was all Leona could say as she shook her head. Ralf and Clack had long- since resumed fighting over the glasses, and Heidern found himself casting longing glances at Leona's backside. [---] Kula blinked. "Er... that's unfortunate." "Yeah." K` hung his head in shame. "Now you know my horrid secret... I hope you don't think any differently about me." "It's okay, K`-kun... we all have our secrets." She patted him on the shoulder, all innocent smiley-smiley. "Some are evil gods in human bodies, some are raving perverts, some are utter and total geeks who play various tabletop games. We all have our vices." "... and what're yours?" "Secret." Kula smiled around her Bison Pop [-----] "That's it, little girl... apply friction to the Bison Pop psycho-energy collector!" Bison cackled, watching a hand-held display showing his super meter as it slowly crept to MAX. "With enough time and enough lips, I will do something only a few in this world can do... stock more than 3 super levels! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA----JULI! JUNI!" Bison looked to the side and blinked. "... you're supposed to suck on the damned things, not shove them up your--" "We're sorry, Lord Bison." The Dolls quickly ceased their actions. "... on second thought, keep doing what you were doing." "Yes sir!" [-----] "You know something, Grant?" Grant kicked a vampire's head off idly, walking over to Rock. "I know you've got a cute little tookie, but we're in the middle of fighting for our lives." "Dammit, Grant, get your head out of the gutter... and move back!" Grant scooted aside just as one of the hungry dead charged at Rock... and right into a "RAGING STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORM!" Said vampire flew hella far and landed in an extremely painful-looking position. "Soak THAT, bloodsucking fucktard!" "Don't make me use my Presence on yo--" Rock stomped on the angst-puppy's head, smooshing it but good. "I hate undead." "Yeah, they're all skin and bones and moaning and 'BRAINS!' or 'BLOOD!' and that really pisses me the hell off. Totally un-sexy, if you ask me." Grant ripped another vampire into shreds after a moment's thought. "Looks like the last one... time to keep on trucking, little buddy?" "Fuck you, Skipper." [-----] "Erm, that's really nice, but I don't think I want a strand of your hair, Mister Dio." Jae smiled nervously, backing off from the gift offered to him by the faceless vampire. "Especially hair that seems much larger than it should be and... did it just wiggle?" "Look at it as a pet, my good friend. See, you can teach it to fetch and roll over?" Dio dropped the wiggling, massive hair follicle to the ground. "Here, boy!" It approached Dio. "Roll over! Play dead!" Done and done. "Gooooood boy... now, go over there and hop into the nice young man's nose and control his brain for me? GOOD BOY." Jae could barely act before the living follicle thingie leapt at him, only to be burned away by a sudden flash of flame as he flicked a foot up to kick the follicle... then Dio. Who was standing right behind him. Odd, he wasn't there a second ago. "Now, now, Kim Jae Hoon. Let's not be hasty. I could easily destroy you, but I wish to have you as an ally instead. So, being the nice man that I am, I will ask once more. Will you join me?" Jae looked at the ground, then slowly turned around, facing Dio. "I have done many things in my life... but I will NEVER willingly side with EVIL! As long as my heart burns with the fires of JUSTICE, I will stay on the side of liGHHHCKT!" The 'GHHHCKT!' part came when the massive Stand behind Dio decided to grab Jae by the throat and lift him a foot off of the ground. No amount of kicking seemed to be enough to free himself, and Dio kept his distance, watching somewhat indifferently. "If it is your choice to die, then... I guess I can easily facilitate that for you." At this point, the hero would either be mangled, or have his odds of survival worsen even more than they were presently. Apparently, whatever god was holding Jae's hand was deciding on the latter. With a shower of dust, stone and assorted zombie parts, It stepped into the open, approaching Dio and The Prey with flawless, methodical steps. It had finally drawn close, and soon Its hunting would be complete, so as long as the pathetic Stand-wielding creature holding his Prey did not interfere. "... The World." For Jae and just about everyone else, time ground to a halt. For Dio, it did not. Leaving The World holding onto Jae, he casually sauntered over to the odd Oni, arms folded and posture playful. "And to think that someone would dare interrupt my conversations. Even my oddly pantsless doesn't have the audacity to do as such." Dio sighed, walking around Garuda. "Nonetheless, I feel I shall have to destroy you. Shame, you made such a grand entrance." Finished talking, he took a powerful swipe at Garuda's body with fingers that could literally erase flesh and shred bone. He did not expect one of demon's spikes to extrude and puncture his hand before it could connect. "... how?! I control time! I am a god! You're nothing more that--" "... an eternity of suffering." Garuda's disembodied voice replied, just as time resumed its normal flow. Jae, suddenly dropped by The World as its grip loosened, looked on ins amazement to see the two where they were. "... I am finished playing with you, demon!" Dio, along with The World, seized upon the hunting demon... only to find himself flawlessly matched by something that could see him *and* his Stand, and seemed immune to The World's time- halting effect. All Jae saw of the exchange was herky-jerky position changes and the occasional bit of blood or armor or whatever flying. "... what... what is going on?!" "My master is dueling against the demon Garuda." Vanilla Ice dropped out of Cream's mouth and cracked his neck, spooking Jae even more. "And it looks... sadly even." "I... I see." Jae glanced over Ice, then to the fight, then back to Ice. "... what?" "Why aren't wearing any pants?" Vanilla Ice groaned to himself. [-----] "Zombies to the left of me!" WHAM. "Zombies to the right of me!" CRACK. "Zombies to the fore and zombies behind!" SMASH. POW. "Zombies every-fucking-where I stand!" KICK WHAT BATTOTHEFACE. "Hey! Where's Fuuma?" CJ wiped his brow, not very hurt but really fucking tired from the whole sea-of-zombies thing that was slowly leaking into the house proper. A pile of zombies suddenly dispersed, revealing a perfectly unharmed Fuuma in the middle. One of the zombies patted Fuuma on the shoulder. "Dooooon't forgeeeeeet.... union caaaaaaard... free BRAAAAAAAAAAAINS at the cafeeeee..." They went about looking for others to attack, the lot of them latching uselessly to Hugo and worrying at his steel-like wrestler-man skin. Sharon kept a-firin', but she only had so much ammo and so many super levels. "Dammit, they just keep on coming! We'll never make it out at this rate!" The Driver frowned and continued to apply bat to skull, even as the number mounted. ... and suddenly, the zombies started dropping like flies. CJ hopped onto Fuuma's back and glanced over the crowd to see two men wearing odd-looking backpacks and... keyboards. Their fingers were mere blurs... and the zombies were flying apart as if shot. "I am James Taylor!" "And I am Gary Stewart!" They stood close, eyes narrowed and keys a-clickin' at the zombies continued to drop like targets at a shooting gallery. Fuuma, under CJ's shoes, peered over. "... hey! I see words! Lookit, lookit!" The others paused and looked as well... before gasping in awe. They had been saved by true professionals. Perhaps the more effective, intelligent and well- mannered anti-zombie agents in the world. They were AMS agents... the Typists of the Dead. [-----] "Apparently, no one is winning." Ice idly stretched. "I suppose I shall have to aid my master in defeating this creature." He called forth Cream and took a step forward. He apparently forgot about Jae. "TENSHOOOOOOUKYAKU! MOERO!" A burned, crushed and generally unconscious Vanilla Ice crashed to earth, Cream blipping away. Clapping his hands free of imaginary dust, Jae fixed his eyes on the battle proper. It was, as it had been before, a stalemate. Demon matching vampire. But he had to find some sort of way to deal with one or the other... and then he remembered something. [---] "... Jae, dear?" Jae's mother dug him out of the room-filling sea of little square paper shreds, neatly cut and flowing like water, it seemed. Jae spat up a few and grinned. "I got 'em all! It took me a week and a few visits to the hospital, but I did it!" "That's nice, dear. Now be a doll and stop vibrating before your father gets home from doing good for the sake of mankind." "Awww, mom..." [---] He snapped his fingers and whistled loudly. "OH YEAH!" Another burst of dust and stone came from the ceiling right above the two overpowered fighters, followed by a giant be-smileyed pitcher full of strange red fluid and wearing a traditional dobok that landed atop the both of them, covering them both in a wash of super-sugared goodness. Seemingly unharmed, Kool-Aid Man hopped over to Jae Hoon and smiled. "Your bidding, my master?" "You know, I knew saving up a billion Kool-Aid points to have you become my personal servant would be worthwhile somewhere down the road." Kool-Aid Man only grinned and offered Jae some refreshing liquid joy as Garuda struggled against the suddenly glue-like substance... and Dio burned like an egg on the hot sidewalk as the sun ate him alive. Eventually, Dio vanished altogether, activating The World to save himself... and Garuda still lay there, all but glued to the ground. "... and it looks like the refreshing taste of Justice has left our friend over there floored. get it? Floored?" Jae laughed. Kool-Aid Man laughed. They both laughed. The Oni struggled, slowly cracking the ground underneath him in his attempt to reach the Prey before it could elude him... and slaughter the giant talking pitcher while he was at i-- They'd left already. Garuda was a very angry hunter. Angry and sticky. [-----] AUTHOR'S NOTES: ... fuck, I'm worn out. NEXT is... whoever. Too tired to bother finding out. [-----] "... I hereby will to my son, Rock Howard..." Rock paused. Read. Paused again. Read paused read. Then threw the will down and stalked off. "FUCK YOU TOO, OLD MAN!" Grant, after stealing a glance at Rock's keister, knelt and looked the will over... and his eyes widened. "What a cheap bastard. God, that turns me on."