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The Fan.dom met Damn Yankee at the counter. They paid for the merchandise

and left.
"TABLE HAS CRAFTED A FINE PLAN!!"
"Table? What's he got to do with this?"
"TABLE OBVIOUSLY CREATED THESE FIGURES!!! Beside REBEL YELL, LURKING GIRL,

and TYPO LAD, only HE WOULD KNOW OF my existence--afterall, he knows everybody. ALSO, there is no Table figure, or Chair for that matter. I WILL LET TABLE PROCEED WITH HIS PLAN. WE shall return to the cave and see what happens. BUT FIRST...." The Fan.Dom hit a button on a control pad and all of the FAN.DOM merchandise, except for the ones that he himself had bought, vanished from existence. "WE DON'T WANT TABLE THINKING THAT HE CAN GET AWAY WITH TOO MUCH,
DO WE!!!! BWAH-HAH-HAH!! NOW WE ARE OFF! HA-HA-HA-HA >caugh<"

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"Tie a yellow sword belt 'round that old ninja tree...."

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Table looked at his prototype toys. "Uh-uh."
Chair looked up, "What's wrong, babywabeykins?"
"Not only is there a LNH STRIKE TEAM (tm) outside, but the Fan.dom of the Alt.Ra is on to my plan."
"Gosh, what should we do, oh leaning tower of love?"
"I think I will go ahead with the plan. If the Fan.dom plans on doing something there is nothing that I could do to stop him. Make a note not to include the Fan.Dom in any more merchandising.
"Ok, love buckets. I wonder what that nice MANGA MAN is up to?"

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"....Where a ninja sits..Muching on a ritz!"

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Manga Man was about ready to launch the Akira Wave. After seemingly defeating PLOT KING due to some plot errors in chapter 3, he had rebuilt his machine, which had been smashed by an Oreo's truck. He felt a tap on his shoulder. "DID YOU KNOW THAT EVERY PLOT LINE WAS ADVANCED IN PART 5!?!"

WWW WWW AAA MMMM MMMM
WWW WWW AAA AAA MMMMMMMMM
WWW W WWW AAA AAA MMM MMM MMM
WWW WWW WWW AAAAAAAAA MMM MMM MMM
WWW WWW WWW AAAAAAAAA MMM MMM MMM
WWWWWWWWW AAA AAA MMM M MMM
WWWW WWWW AAA AAA MMM MMM
WW WW AAA AAA MMM MMM

Manga Man went flying into the Akira Wave Generator, irrevocably destroying it.
The Story-Finishing Fury wiped the dirt and blood off his blazing red Jumpsuit, accessorized by many wicked-looking spikes, and hurled himself, once again, at Manga Man.

And the fight continued....

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"Who can swing a nun-chuck, and job you up with glee? Who can carve you into bits and make you gory? The Ninja Man can....."

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Back at City Hall, the LNHers were gathered around the motionless, and quite mangled body of the ULTIMATE NINJA. The apparently villanous Z-TEAM was conferring in a corner.
"So what do we do now?" asked CHEESECAKE-EATING LAD.
HALLS JORDAN said, "I am just too shocked by this sick massacre to think of a plan now."
"Huld ohn, i tink i gaht wun."
And Typo Lad wove that funky voodoo that he do so well....
SICK MASSACRE -> SICK MESS ACRE -> SICK MESSER OGRE -> SUCCOR MESS AGE -> SECRET MESSAGE.
Typo Lad looked woozy from the effort.
"Good Job, Typo Lad. But what did the message say, and where did it go?" asked Halls.

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"It's a ninja-attack, ninja-attack on the floor. And he's slicing like he never did before....."

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Rebel Yell's strike team was gathered outside Table's safe house on Wood street.
"Ok y'all. I want suggestion on how to get Table."
"Hell, I say we march the hell in there and kick the hell out of Table's ass!" said CLICHE DUDE.
"Explain something to me," said KID FROTHING-AT-THE-MOUTH, "Why are you saying hell so much? It really isn't necessary. What are you hoping to accomplish?"
Cliche answered, "Uh, sorry. I'm just really excited about being back in an ACRAPHOBE book."
"Oh, please. That is just the sort of response I would expect from someone who lists Guy Gardner as one of favorite characters." sniffed COMICS-SNOB BOY.
"Let's focus, people." said Yell.
Lurking Girl asked, "OCCULTISM LAD, can you do anything with that magic of yours?"
"Nope, I'm still a bit worn out from my jaunt through the chapters."
Suddenly, a piece of paper appeared in front of Rebel Yell.
"What is it, Reb?" asked Lurking Girl.
"It's a secret message from Typo Lad, Luri. That's our signal that his team has hit a major snag." The Southern Sentinel grabbed his communicator and called Multi-Tasking Man at the base.
"What's up, Yell?" said MT-M's voice.
"The Ninja's team is in trouble. Send in some reinforcements to help em out. DADA DUDE, SARCASTIC LAD, FUZZY, MYK-EL, and OLD COMICS MAN should do. Anything new to report?"
"Well....if you really want to know. Let's see. Someone tried to blow up the base, but we took care of that. I'm attempting to figure out who. Uhm, we discovered that SideKick Man is some kind of evil being, probably working for whoever tried to blow up the base. He's off with Sidewinder, but we can't raise him to warn him. Also, we can't seem to get a hold of Sig.File Lad's team. Sig.lad has mutated again and vanished. Oh, yeah, it looks like the Crossover Queen has escaped. I think that's it."
"G-d, I hate cross-overs. The plots get so convoluted. See if you can transmat the Queen somewhere. And keep trying to find the others. Yell out."
While Rebel Yell was talking to MT-M, the still-dead OBSCURE TRIVIA LAD walked over to Lurking Girl. "Lurking Girl, Obscure Trivia Lad is worried about something."
"Oh?"
"Obscure Trivia Lad has been dead for some time. Obscure Trivia Lad knows dead. Obscure Trivia Lad also knows Marvel_Zombie Lad. Marvel_Zombie Lad is a friend of Obscure Trivia Lad's, and these clones, Lurking Girl, are no Marvel_Zombie Lads."
"Hmm, you're sure?"
"Well, as sure as Obscure Trivia Lad always is."
"That bad huh? Well keep your eyes on them and let me know at the first sign of trouble."
Rebel Yell hung up his communicator and turned back to his team. "So how are we going to get in?"
Just then, a Dominos guy walked up, "I'm looking for a Mr. PLOT ERROR MAN."
A gleam appeared in Rebel Yell's eye. "Luri?"
"Got it." Lurking Girl gave a nerve pinch to the pizza guy, who promptly fell over.
"NO!" pleaded Kid Frothing-at-the-Mouth, "You can't be serious. Please don't do what you're thinking. It's so.....cliche."
"And what's wrong with that?" said Cliche Dude.
"No," said Rebel Yell, "It is cliche. That's why you're gonna deliver the pizza, Cliche Dude."

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"Ninjas, crawling out of the moonlight....."

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Multi-Tasking Man looked at the assembled net.heroes. "Ok, I've transmatted the CrossOver Queen and her flunkies to REC.ORG.SCA. They should be stuck in the discussions there forever. Now, you guys are being sent to City Hall to help out the Ninja. Remember if you see SideKick Man, he is an enemy."
"Hmmph, in my day we didn't have any trans mats. If we needed to go somewhere, we walked. Or if we were lucky we knew someone with an invisable plane." said Old Comics Man.
"I'm not going!" said Sarcastic Lad.
"What!?!"
"Yeah, like I'm gonna go, risk my life for people who didn't even blink when FLATULANCE LAD died. Forget it."
"Uh look, Sarcastic Lad, This chapter is already really long. We don't have time for this. For what it's worth I'm sorry the kid died."
"Not good enough! Rebel Yell said we could have a moment of silence, but then he went and got killed in Sieze Dangerous, and it was forgotten."
MT-M sighed. "Ok, we'll have a moment of silence:










































"Satisfied?"
"It will do."
"Good. Now go!"
Before anyone could say anything else. MT-M transmatted them to City Hall.

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"Don't cry for me, Ninja-tina...."

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On board MR. MINISTER's satellite, SLAP.SIG rematerialized.
"WOO! WOO! I'm a wacky, siggy, kind of guy! WOO! WOO!"
He then vanished again.
The satellite didn't seem to notice.

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"Ninja-homa, where the swords come slicing up the plains...."

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SUFFERYNG brooded somewhere. He was having trouble getting out of his armor.

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"It's a good flip, Ninja's hop....."

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Damn Yankee brought some popcorn into the Entertainment room of the Fan.Dom's lair.
"GOOD, YOU'RE JUST IN TIME!!! SIT DOWN!!! IT LOOKS LIKE THE FUN IS ABOUT TO START!!!! HAH_HAH_HAHAHA_hahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH> caph-caugh-choke< ha


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This is an Electrocutioner's Song special because if I do not do this
now, I would have to in part 9, and that is going to be huge anyways.
;)
This will either help explain or confuse you more about the Z-Team.
:)


"This is my famous Super-Snooper Vision Room."
With his date, Bambi, Acton Lord boastfully shows his supreme
power and intelligence to her. She is in a state of wonder. She has
never seen so much audio and video equipment in one room, in all her
life, let alone the advancements Acton Lord has made on each piece of machinery.
"If I ever had any doubts before about you, they are all but
forgotten now. It seems you have a video screen for every aspect of
this cross-over. I can see all of the LNH teams on those screens to
the left, and to the right, I can see Mr. Minister, Table, and a few
others who I don't know."
"That's ok, Bambi. You will not need to know who they are
after my plan has been completed. Already, the most dangerous of the
players of my game seems to be eliminated."
"Who?"
Acton Lord walks up to one of the screens, and waves his hand
in front of it. The screen enlarges itself until it covers all of the
other screens. A masked figure appears on the screen, dodging bullets
at tremendous speed. Acton Lord, checking every detail of his nemesis,
says out loud, "The Ultimate Ninja!"
"Oh."
"Do not be fooled by him. He may look like an idiot. He may act like an idiot. But don't let that fool you. He really *is* an idiot...but a powerful idiot. He has foiled me time after time, especially during the Cosmic Plot-Device Caper. I knew he would be almost impossible to stop, so I did lots and lots of research."
"On what?"
"The only group that could stop the Ultimate Ninja."
"Who?"
"Do you like to say one to two syllable words alot?"
"No."
Frustrated that Bambi's intellect did not equal his own, or for that matter, that of your average member of the LNH, Acton Lord continued babbling to her, "The Z-Team, mercenaries for hire. I have acquired reports from the police, the C.I.A., the F.B.I., the K.G.B., and the P.T.A. that there have been

a huge number of ninjas killed in the U.S. I followed the times and the places

where they were killed, and found a distinct pattern to them. Whenever the Z-Team was in an area, ninjas from the area were found dead. The causes were similiar. Either they were shot dead, or they were cut up by some small animal. This was noticeable because of the small claw marks found on the parts that were left from battle."
"Wow."
Acton Lord continued, "This intrigued me. It seems that their
success rate at eliminating ninjas was, at least, near perfect. I
wondered how they were able to do this. Only one member of the team has even *minimal* skills as a ninja. So, I dug in a little deeper. I went into other systems to find out any information about them. I located their place of origin. It was in central New York, near the capital, Albany. I discovered this piece of information by doing a close-up of Coach's collar. I had to
go thru many spectral analyses just to find *that* out. The collar is photo- proof, but it couldn't keep *my* technology from finding out what it said."
"I wonder where they got all of that technology from."
"I thought the same exact thing. I sent one of my servants, Gopher, to retrieve one of the bullets that the Z-Team has been using recently.
You know, the ones they use to disable ninjas, instead of killing them.
When he brought back the rubber bullet, I decided to test it. I had
Gopher stand on the other side of the Testing Room, and I fired it
at him. I was aiming for his stomach, and it hit him there. So, I had
him start moving around towards me. Then, I had the shock of my life.
When he was moving, the bullet's trajectory changed and hit him. I was
not even aiming directly at him. I decided to aim away from him, while he
was standing still. The bullet stayed on its straight path. I took the
bullet to my lab, and dissected it. What I found was truly amazing. The technology for this was more advanced than anything I have ever seen
before. The secret is that it reacts to movement. The more you move, especially if you are a ninja trying to dodge bullets, the greater the
chance you have getting hit by it. Pure Genius. I have had my men work on this, night and day, trying to duplicate this technology."
"Well, yeah, but, where did they get this technology?"
"Don't interrupt me when I have not, as yet, finished my soliloquy. Anyways, in a frantic computer search, I was able to find some of this technology being sold at a computer company in Massachusetts. I sent over
some of my men to find information on this technology. After reading classified mail I had intercepted, I knew the Z-Team could handle the Ultimate Ninja. They had some connection with a group of people who have been around for centuries, but have never made a public appearance until recently. This group, a formidable nemesis, is the Intelligencia!!!!!!!"
"I never heard of them."
Acton Lord walked over to his terminal, and logged in at the CleveLand FreeNet, "Not many people have. They made their first public appearance on a public access television program about a year and a half ago over in the Central New York State area. A coincidence?? Not a chance. I suspect that at

least one of the Z-Team is a highly-ranked member of the Intelligencia. Most likely, it is their leader Z. One thing I was surprised to find out was that the leader of the Intelligencia, Rusty Williams, was the show's host. In fact, this show was supposed to be a comedy show. That Rusty must be brilliant
to think of an idea like that. Anyway, they were on for three weeks
straight, and then a new player entered the field. You see, they are in a century-old war with the Frat-Boys(tm), and.."
"I'm getting confused now. This is way too much information
to tell me, at one time, let alone in a lifetime", purrs Bambi, as she
puts her arms around Acton Lord, to unbutton his shirt.
"Ok, Ok. I know your pitiful little brain cannot learn so much,
so fast. Let's go to the Master Bedroom...."


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Next Week: Electrocutioner's Song Part THREE!!

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Arthur "Same Classic Channel. But Same Time? Probably not." Spitzer

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