And we're back in the past and can check the eyrie archive
once again.
And here's where you can find Electrocutioner's Song as well as other
LNH Crossovers:
https://archives.eyrie.org/racc/lnh/Crossovers/
And its the next parts of -- The Electrocutioner's Song!
The Writers for this Crossover are:
Jef "The KaTeFan(tm)" Kolodziej
Todd "Scavenger" Kogutt
Dave "Dvandom" Van Domelen
and Raymond "wReam" Bingham
First Off we have Ultimate Ninja #2 by Raymond "wReam" Bingham
(Part Seven)! Are there wedding bells in Acton Lord and Bambi's
future?! Will the Ultimate Ninja COMA singing hits CD ever
come out?! And will the pizza Cliche Dude is delivering to Chair
have extra sausage?!
And Finally we have CRISIS OF INFINITE CLONES #2 by Dave "Dvandom"
Van Domelen! Will Acton Lord Prime be able to stop the whole
Acton Lord/Bambi marriage?! Will Sufferyng ever find happiness?!
And can the complete roster of the LNH cause a Mall to bulge (I
mean there weren't THAT many members back in '92)?!
Find out in...
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|_| OF NET.HEROES
ADVENTURES #281
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Electrocutioner's Song Part Four
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| Marvel Zombie Lad in the | Come to the Caldron of |
| \\|// Nonsense | confusion catalyst of |
| +++++ Files!! | catastrophe! You shall |
| (X X) | make the make if you |
| < C > | take the take, but in |
| --| O |--- | finality you shall not |
| / \___/ \ | return from your state |
| oooo| |* \oooo | Until the shining day |
| \__O |* O__/ | when the fateful |
| | |* | | signature falls to the |
| ===MZL== | ending of endings and |
| | 5| | that one who side |
| | __ 0| | route takes shall know |
| | || 1| | thee in pure ecstacy. |
| | || s| | Imposter child of |
| / || \ | success make a notion |
| _[___][___]_ | and dance the dance |
| ( )( ) | of impending doom!! |
| ~~~~~ ~~~~~ | LNH (c) 1992 | +-----------------------------+---------------------------+
* * * * * * * * * *
Electrocutioner's Song #7
"A song for the REBEL CLEFF"
Bambi, Acton Lord's date pulled herself from the villain's side. He snoozed soundly, his shirt opened to reveal a scar about where a surgeon would have cut to remove an appendix. Bambi rose determined and much more directed than ever before. She moved with purpose, as if she possessed intelligence. She looked at Acton Lord as she opened the door to the main control center. A look of disgust swept across her face as he snorted, then moving into the other room she went about an entirely different business.
"Access files on Z-Team." Bambi scanned them studiously. All of Acton Lord's extensive research was here. "Where is that reference to the weapon. I need it, before Acton Love wakes from the toxin I stuck in his drink." Bambi obviously was no ordinary bimbo, in fact, who was she!? "Sure was nice of Acton Lord to disclose his plans to me. I'm sure my friends at LNH.HQ would love to know of his plans."
* * * * * *
"I'm turning Ninja-ese, yes, I'm turning Ninja-ese, I really think
so..."
Ultimate Ninja in an attempt to get out of the mess he had been put in
was on the edge of his repetoir, when he realized that all this time he had been singing the wrong songs, so he decided to take a different path.
The accompaniment was light and sweet, with an undertone of mystery.
"I need a place where I can go.
Where I can whisper what I know
Where I can whisper who I like
and where I go to see them.
I need a place where I can hide
where no one sees my life inside
Where I can make my plans and write them down
So I can read them
A place where I can bid my heart be still
And it will mind me
A place where I can go when I am lost
and there I'll find me
I need a place to spend the day
Where no one says to go or stay
Where I can take my pen and draw
the Ninja I mean to be."
The commanding COMA voice was quelled and in a curious voice asked,
"What exactly was that song?!"
Ultimate Ninja sat down on the bench beside Marvel Zombie Lad, he was exhausted beyond any other battle. Where was Sing-a-Long Lass when you needed her. Ultimate Ninja was too tired to respond to the voice and the two LNHers lingered in the darkness, for once it was quiet. Except for an occasional, "C'mon I need to get that CD!", "Please tell me"
The ninja answered him not. Marvel Zombie Lad just sat there.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Cliche Dude held a large pizza in front of his face, and walked up to
the door. Lurking Girl lurked in the background and Rebel Yell, the unconscious Pizza delivery boy, Frothing at the Mouth Lad and Occultism Kid were all scrunched in the little pizza delivery car. Obscure Trivia Lad and the Marvel Zombie Lads were all hiding behind and in and around the many trees on the lot. There were quite a few.
"You know this is crazy!" Frothing-At-The-Mouth Lad (from now on Frothing-At-The-Mouth Lad will be known as FAT-Mouth Lad for convenience) protested. "One well placed nuke and we're all toasted sardines in a can!"
"Listen, One well-placed Nuke and we're all toast in the county so
shut up!" Rebel Yell was losing his patience.
Cliche Dude rang the doorbell. "Pizza Delivery. For a Mr. Ploterror
Man. C'mon open up! I got another 3 pizzas to deliver and they're gettin cold, mister!"
"Pizza!" Chair ran to the door and opened it. "How much do I owe
you?"
Cliche Dude gave her the pizza and quoted Chair a price. Chair took
the pizza and closed the door and locked it. Cliche Dude walked back to the car, satisfied that he had done a nice job and was considering a serious career change. Rebel Yell stared in amazement.
"You idiot! You were supposed to attack and then keep the door open so that we could get in and get Table."
"Are you kidding!? Look at the tip she gave me!" Cliche Dude held up
a 5 dollar bill. "Besides, I think Lurking Girl lurked in while we were talking."
"Oh Great! Lurking Girl is in there alone!?" Rebel Yell began to pull his hair out. "If she gets hurt I'll wring your neck!"
* * * * *
List Lad was certain that all was under control, so he sat down to the console and prepared another lecture for the weak-willed less-experienced RosterwReam.
"Now RwR you need to follow these points if you want to succeed as my sidekick: First, your first responsibility is the Roster. How long has it been since last the roster was updated?! Why we will have non-stop continuity errors if the update doesn't get posted soon! You are to keep it current. Why can't you stay indoors and do nothing but the roster, like a good little sidekick..."
RosterwReam's mind began to wander. What was going on? Something
awfully weird was going on and well, that thingy Sidewinder did lacked a lot of sense. The computer screens whizzed in front of RosterwReam. What was that over there? It looked like someone was trying to establish another uplink with Drizztsat. RosterwReam wondered what would happen if he tried such a bold manuever with the LNH computer... He would have to get back to that.
"Fourth ... " List Lad rambled on. He liked to here the sound of his
own voice. "Loyalty! You must demonstrate unfailing loyalty to me! BLAH BLAH BLAH"
RosterwReam didn't want to sit down and listen to this. He had the universe to save, the roster could wait. He could do the roster some other time! SideWinder had some explaining to do. You just don't accidentally push the genescrambler button, you have to set it up and unlock the priority. RosterwReam realized that something fishy was going on, and he had best find SideWinder and make him explain. Now how was he going to get List Lad off
his case?
"Sixteenth. Oral Hygiene. BLAH BLAH BLAH..."
* * * * *
* * * *
Bambi flipped the switches that accessed the deepest secrets in Acton Lord's computers.
These computers are awfully advanced for this particular era. Bambi thought. But for me they are no problem.
She quickly accessed the information on the Zteam and then pulled out a silver disk. Write all files. She punched in the code words and bypassed the ultrafangled security multiplexer circuitry. This was easier than she thought it would be. She smiled at how things were going.
Just then she stumbled across a hidden director and being the
experienced hacker that she was accessed it with no problems. Hmmmmmm What is this file on? UNCOMAMZL.ZIP?? Ok so the compression routine was ancient but there was something about the whole thing that made her extremely curious. pkunzip UNCOMAMZL.ZIP... She read the contents and as she read her eyes widened...
"NO!" she said audibly. She then copied the file to the silver disk
and set up the computer for Ultimate FORMAT, destructo. Bambi arose from the computer keyboard and turned to see Acton Lord stumble into the room holding his head. Even with the room spinning he could tell what she was up to.
"Who are you!? And what are you doing tampering with my computer?"
Acton Lord demanded to know.
"Uh I wanted to play that Mario game. He's so cute... " Bambi said
in bimbo language.
Just then the computer voice went off. "Ten seconds to complete
systems annihilation."
"What's that mean Acton Love?" Bambi shrugged.
Acton Lord ran to the keyboard and Bambi scooted for the door and out
she went. "What! I can't override the command!? What is this!?" Acton Lord turned to the empty room and then in desperation blasted the keyboard.
"Systems failure halted. 95% Data corruption. 75% complete loss of files. 20% complete garbageonification factors on remaining data." The computer routinely rattled off.
"AAAAAAG! My ZTeam files are all gone! All my Hard Work?! But did
she destroy the most important file?!" Acton Lord frothed in desperation.
"Ahhh! Yes! It is still intact. The UNCOMAMZL.ZIP file is still complete. Good." Acton Lord smiled and unzipped the file. Looking in at the control structure. "What is that guy up to!? Oh. Well I am sure I can corrupt that!!"
"Now I guess I had best go dear hunting. More specifically BAMBI BLASTING!!!" Acton Lord pulled out a large gun. He reached into a smaller compartment as it to load it and to his dismay there was nothing inside.
"NO! She stole my Z-Team bullets as well!? Oh well, this energy blaster will have to do."
* * * * *
Ultimate Ninja sat there as the Electrocutioner prodded. There still
was no response. Ultimate Ninja sat carefully waiting, concentrating.
"I know!" he turned to MZL. "I will try to use my oriental telepathic skills to try and contact Rebel Yell. Perhaps I can link minds."
"It probably won't work." Marvel Zombie Lad said skeptically.
"You have been here too long." Ultimate Ninja said. He assumed the ancient chinese meditation pose and began to let his mind fly.
* * * * *
Table's fortress opened up. All the doors simultaneously. Rebel Yell
and the others took the chance to rush through. Quietly, but still as fast as possible.
Table sat at a table by his lover Chair. They snorkled the pizza when
all of a sudden he realized that one of the main windows had just opened.
"What is it Luvyshnookers?" Chair said innocently.
"The defenses just turned off," Table said arising and moving to the control room. "Passionplaymate, you had best stay here, but dont eat that last piece! It's mine." Table climbed the stairs to the control room. No one visible was there. "Lurking Girl," Table muttered.
Just then Lurking Girl materialized with a large lump of lurk on her
fist the shape of a knife, which she stabbed into Table's head. "Taste the Totality of my Lurking abilities focussed into one Lurking Knife." she said as she towered over the unconcious figure of the now disentegrating Table.
Rebel Yell leaped up the stairs to see Table fall to the might of
Lurking Girl. Lurking Girl smiled. "What took you so long?"
"I was worried, luri." Rebel Yell tried to sound official, and not
let his feelings flush through.
"Reb, You worry too much." Lurking Girl smiled as Occultism Kid and Obscure Trivia Lad brought up the prisoner Chair up to the others. "What have you done to my cutsey-wutsey-love-stud!?" She cried in anguish.
"Oh it won't last long." Lurking Girl assured her. "Just long enough
to get you two back to headquarters for questioning."
* * * * *
Parking Karma Kid pointed his finger at the Zteam's red pickup. Inconspicuously. Just then the parking break went out. The Red Pickup rolled out of the slot it was in and began to pick up speed. It was rolling wrecklessly down main street.
"Um is that your truck?" smiled CheeseCake Eater Lad.
"Oh my gosh! Our truck!"
The Trump, Tunes and Vince went running after the runaway truck. Z
and Mr. World stayed behind to keep an eye on the LNH group. Z looked at Halls Jordan and stuck his gun up his nose. "If I find out you are responsible for that, I will make you pay dearly."
Halls smiled. He had taken enough abuse and swallowing his cough drop
and then snorting it up his nose, he managed to lodge it in the barrel of Z's gun. Halls then kicked Z in the groin, just as the LNH preservist team began arriving on their flight-thingies.
"In my day when we had a gun up our nose we just took it like a man!
None of this confangled cough drop crap!" whined Old Comics Man.
"You don't suppose you would be willing to give up!" said CheeseCake Eater Lad grabbing Mr. World's gun away from him.
Mr. World was livid. He was going to swear! He yelled at CheeseCake-Eater Lad. "Why you GOT DOWN SAT ON A BENCH!!" Typo Lad pointed at Mr. World as the words came out a bit different than he had expected. CheeseCake-Eater Lad smiled and sat on a near by bench resting the gun on his knee.
"Don't mind if I do."
"Have some FUDGE?" Mr. World suggested as a plate loaded with Fudge appeared.
"Yew Cannut ssware on thiss comick! Thiss issnut ACROPUKE!" Typo Lad declared. Mr. World pouted vehemently.
Z began to recover from the groin attack and was immediately put into
a trance by Dada Dude, who blasted him with his chaoticizer rays.
Just then in the distance there was another large CRASH! the Red
Pickup had finally found a resting place in the middle of an intersection.
Vince was pulling himself out of a car. It had smashed him pretty bad
and Trump was weeping hysterically over her truck. Tunes was trying to
control traffic and comfort Trump.
Sarcastic Lad made an observation. "Oh! This was a challenging Fight! What is your problem!?" He looked at the comatose ninja.
"Well, I think it sorta depends on who is writing what." Myk-El
observed. "It has sorta varied like that."
"What? Now whaddawe do?" Fuzzy asked.
"In my time, when we had a guy bleeding on the ground in a coma we took him to a hospital!" Old Comics Man said in disgust. All the heroes looked at each other with the same why-didn't-I-think-of-that look and picked up the Comatose Ultimate Ninja and Z and headed for the LNH.Hospital. They grabbed the rest of the Z-team, with the exception of Coach, who never came out of orbit and locked them up for questioning. Fuzzy, Typo Lad and Old Comics Man ought to do a great job getting some answers out of the Z-Team, thought selfappointed leader CheeseCake-Eater Lad.
* * * * *
Bambi rushed through Acton Lords base. She hadn't had time to activate the LNH's Transmat system, but she had sent out the signal. She hid in an alcove waiting for it to respond. "C'mon grandpa! Pick it up!"
"GrandPa? " Acton Lord had found her. "I think you have some
exposition work to do." Acton Lord was fuming. He leveled the Energy Cannon at Bambi and said... "Come on, Tell me your real name! SING!"
* * * * *
Rebel Yell had the time to get Lurking Girl alone, and he had to talk
to her. This was the only way she could ever know his true feelings.
"Luri, Its time I told you..." Just then Rebel Yell's eyes went blank, and he continued, singing...
"I write the songs that make the young girls cry! I write the songs
that ..."
Lurking Girl looked at Rebel Yell with a raised eyebrow. As he
finished that song. She raised her hand. "You need to rest."
Rebel Yell hit his head, "Where did that come from," then it happened again. "MAAANNNDY!" he went into another Manilow song.
"Fine! My name is LURKING GIRL! Not Mandy, not Lass! What kind of
joke is this!?" Lurking Girl demanded a note of seriety, but he kept on.
After that song stopped he started another...
"Candles Burning.." Reb tried to sing, but let's face it, he is pretty tone deaf and was singing dreadfully offkey as well. And his choice of music... Manilow! YECH! Lurking Girl left Rebel Yell to sing alone.
* * * * *
Ultimate Ninja concentrated a bit and then he reached his mind. Rebel Yell I am caught in a weird dimesion... The communication was corrupted. Manilow songs?! Wait! I was not sending those thoughts! Something is interfering. After 3 songs UN gave up. About the same time, Marvel Zombie Lad shoved Ultimate Ninja. "Who is this guy?!"
Ultimate Ninja looked up, and sneered. "Z!" Ultimate Ninja challenged, "Now that your weapon is gone, face me in real combat!"
Z looked around for his gun. There was none. The chaoticizer beams
must have evaporated it. He smiled and said. "Now, Calm down here."
Nervously Z backed up. "We can work it out."
Just then the Electrocutioner cut in. "Tears for Fears! I know that one!"
Z looked up. "Who are you! Let me out of here! I will get you!"
Ultimate Ninja looked at Marvel Zombie Lad and clapped his hands
together. "That's what you think." both UN and MZL piped in unisom.
"OH Yeah! take this!" He pulled a knife out of his boot and flung it
at the voice. A bolt of lightning struck Z. "ouch."
"SING! SING AND DANCE!" said the voice.
Ultimate Ninja and Marvel Zombie Lad sat back for the show as Z began
to sing and dance.
"Charleston, Charleston, Made in Carolina..."
* * * * *
"I guess I owe you an explanation, after crashing your system. Not to mention drugging you and taking you for a complete idiot!" the once Bambi smiled. "I am from the future."
"Gee, big surprise there..."
"I am Miss Multitask! I have come to stop you from destroying the LNH!
In my time line you managed to destroy practically everything, and this time you will not succeed." Miss Multitask pointed her finger at Acton Lord accusingly. "My grandfather is Multitasking Lad!"
"Gee, I would have never guessed that either." Acton Lord leveled the
big energy cannon at Miss Multitask. "You don't seriously think I would let you live? I am afraid this is good bye. You shall never get out of here alive with that disk of my computer systems! And besides I never liked you Grandpapa! Anyhow! I am more brilliant than you and ..."
Acton Lord had gone a bit too long winded as the Transmatter picked out Miss Multitask and she appeared safely in the LNH.HQ.
"Drat! I have got to remember this always happens when I decide to
have a discussion before killing someone..." Acton Lord said dejectedly.
"I had best get prepared for a massive scale onslaught... I mean after the ZTeam and LNH see what I have done..." he smirked to himself. "And it was going to be such a beautiful day..."
* * * * *
Big.City Mall a crowd of children began to congregate. Sig.File Lad, Catalyst Lass, and Time Waster Lad were almost drowning in children. Each demanding an autograph. Organic Lass was doing Valley Girl impressions. Browsing Boy was browsing through the children deciding which to sign first. Kid Anarky was in the video Arcade. He had duped some fanchildren out of a couple of quarters and he had to play the new LNH videogame! (It had just arrived that day!) California Kid and Doc Stomper were hanging off of the weird ceiling decoration they always have in malls trying to avoid the clamouring children.
"We need reinforcements fast!" Doc Stomper Yelled across the com.link. "Send anyone to bail us out!"
* * * * *
Plot King slammed Manga Man. The Akira Wave generator was dead, but
who said he couldn't have a bit of fun. Manga Man Launched a barrage of missiles at the whole Plot King. Just then Parking Karma Kid drove up, with the rest of the LNH in the flight Van towing a totalled red pickup and a restrained Zteam.
"EXCUSE ME!" he yelled over the clamor. "Would you mind moving this
junk off the premises when you have finished here?" They waved the vehicle
on. Kids these days! thought PK Kid.
As they entered they were greeted by three characters. One was not familiar. She looked somewhat like Multitasking Lad, but different.
"Hi, Parking Karma Kid. Meet my friend, Miss Multitask." Said Contraption Man smiling.
* * * * *
"Stayin Alive Stayin Alive Ah Ah Ah Ah Stayin Alive...."
Disco wasn't dead in COMA.
For a second even Slap.Sig decided to join in. He had appeared there
and then disappeared. ******************************************************************************* *******************************************************************************
wReam...
+-----------------------+ +---------------------------------+
| LNH Action Figures | | Ah, little hunks of plastic, |
| in the nonsense | | who would have thought you would|
| file | | cause so much trouble? Not |
| o v _ | | since credit cards were invented|
| X A P o | | has so much strife been the |
| m e n L | | result of hunks of plastic. |
| H' `$' Z c r | | But the bill will soon come |
| b q _/^\_ P | | due.... |
| *I- M H ^ | +---------------------------------+
| ^ |\ |L |
| only $4.95!!!! |
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CRISIS OF INFINITE CLONES #2 - PART EIGHT OF ELECTROCUTIONER'S SONG
COVER: A veritable sea of Acton Lords and Marvel Zombie Lads, all looking rather confused.
"Guys, I'd like you to meet Miss Multitask. She's from the future too," said Contraption Man, grinning ear to ear. "I installed her Amiga 9000 neural interface computer....it lets her open up to 6 * 10^23 windows at once! Granted, there aren't that many systems on the net yet, but she has room to grow."
"Actually," Miss Multitask admitted somewhat shyly, "I upgraded with some new software and can do twice that now. Anyway, like Conty said, I'm from the future."
"What brings you here?" asked Parking Karma Kid, while in the background Reb could be seen with a disgusted look and the thought bubble "Barry Manilow?"
"Well, the history files show that Acton Lord managed to kill most of you for good sometime this month." She waited for the shocked gasps to die down then continued, "Y'see, I came back to try and stop him. I used false ID to get a job at Bimbos R Us, and mananged to alter the files so when Acton Lord put in a request for a Bimbo he'd get me."
"So, is he a goer, nudge-nudge?" asked someone in the crowd. Everyone else went "Ewwwwwww....." at that, and looked to see if Bad-Timing Boy was in this scene.
"Anyway, the history files show that we break for another plot right now, so while the readers check that out, I'll fill you in on what I did last issue," said Miss Multitask.
* * * *
Plot King had Manga Man on the ropes, and was plotting him in spherical coordinates even. Then a feral grin spread across the mad manga-er's face.
"Look over there, by the van," commanded Manga Man. "See her? She's FROM THE FUTURE!!!!"
"NO! Not that!" gasped Plot King.
"Yes, tool of the style manuals! And you know as well as I do what she's here for! She's come to change her past! And thus make a future come to pass in which she NEVER COMES HERE SO SHE DIDN'T CHANGE THE PAST SO SHE HAD TO COME BACK...."
"Lalalala...I can't hear you!" Plot King was getting desperate. Time Travelers had the ability to completely hash the rules of cause and effect that are the basis of a sequential plot.
Manga Man's grin spread as he stood and advanced on the reeling Plot King. "And did you know you can read manga forward and backward equally well?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...!!!!!!"
* * * *
Acton Lord looked over he trashed computer and sighed.
"Well, you've certainly screwed things up, my clone," said a voice behind Acton Lord.
He whirled about and pointed his Big Gun at the voice of...Acton Lord???
"Look at you! A disgrace to the GIF file! Carrying Big Guns instead of using your net.power! Hiring bimbos from temp agencies! Shame on you. It's a good thing I decided to intervene, or you'd cock everything up.
"Who are you? Why are you trying to impersonate me?" demanded Acton Lord.
"I'm Acton Lord. Or to be more precise, PrimeClone Acton Lord, one of the few backups of Our Father that wasn't corrupted by the Destroyer, Sig.Lad, after Our Father was destroyed in the Kinda Big Darkness Saga."
"Clones? What are you talking about? *I* am the one and only Acton Lord! *I* am the one who assembled the most futuristic computer system in the world..."
"And let some fake Bimbo trash it...."
"Er, and *I* found information inaccessible to any outside the Intelligencia about the Z-Team..."
"Which same 'bimbo' stole...."
"Um, and I hired the Z-Team to kill Ultimate Ninja..."
"Who is in a COMA while the Z-Team is on ice or otherwise out of action. face it, you've blown every plan you conceived of."
"I still have a copy of UNCOMAMZL.ZIP..." ventured Acton Lord weakly.
"Which really screwed up *MY* plans when Miss Multitask stole it! You stupid clone...."
"I'm not a clone, I tell you!" protested Acton Lord.
"Oh yes? Tell me, when was you appendix removed?"
"Er, back in Seize Dangerous...which I might add was a VERY successful plot! I corrupted wReam!"
"But you failed to follow up on it, fool. And the *real* Acton Lord had his appendix out when he was five years old!"
* * * *
In REC.ORG.SCA, the X-Over Men were having difficulty getting the attention of their Queen. "But madame! We must act now while the confusion is ripe and a crossover exists for us to exploit!"
"Just a minute, lemme finish this thread," said Crossover Queen as the thread she was reading lengthened exponentially.
Memor-X turned to Multipl-X. "This is dire. We lack the power to compel her to leave this place, or even to leave ourselves. What can we do? We're missing out on lucrative crossover opportunities!"
"I have an idea," replied Multipl-X. "Although Crossover Queen won't give us the Ring of Retconn, she's so engrossed by the postings that she'd never notice if we used it while it remained on her hand. Of course, she wouldn't leave here, since she wishes to remain, but we could escape."
"Good plan! Now concentrate, everybody!"
The X-Over Men concentrated and in a page of nifty FX disappeared, reappearing at the entrance of the Big.City Mall, in the forms of Rebel Yell, Parking Karma Kid, Sarcastic Lad, Lurking Girl and Marvel_Zombie Lad.
"Rebel Yell" called out across the mall, "Y'all call for reinforcements?"
* * * *
Sufferyng was not happy. He had completed his part in Acton Lord's scheme of vengeance, but had been unable to do anything about his *personal* vendetta against the LNH, destroyers of his past, present, future and subjunctive.
Sufferyng brooded. The brooded some more. Then amused himself opening cans of Spaghetti-O's with the spikes of his armor. But nothing helped his mood.
Suddenly (tm), there was a crackle of ozone and a glowing sphere appeared. Sufferyng instinctively threw the can of Spaghetti-O's at it, just as a figure emerged.
The orangey pasta struck Slap.Sig square on the shnozz.
"AAHHHH!!! At last! Thank you, Sufferyng! The preservatives in that can of noodles stabilized my condition slightly! Now I can concentrate on HURTING YOU REALLY BAD!"
Sufferyng yelped as he dodged a huge fist that stretched out from the former Slap.Sig. "What are you?" he whined.
"I *was* Sig.Lad, but I am now the instrument of your destruction... SIG.POCALYPSE!" And with that, he formed lots of spikey thingies on his fist and hammered on Sufferyng, unharmed by the horrific assembly of blades on that worthy's armor....
* * * *
"I know, I'll use my ninja skills to break us out!" beamed Tunes.
"Shut up! You're not a real ninja!" shouted Trump. "Damn heroes, broke my truck...I'll get them for that...."
"Did you know that the height of this cell in microinches is exactly the number of seconds of play time you get from the entire Pink Floyd discography?" mused Mr. World.
The other two proceded to pelt him with Fig Newtons (which were all they were given to eat in the holding cell).
* * * *
"So, that's about all you need to know about what I was doing before this issue," concluded Miss Multitask.
"Yeah, but to do that to Acton Lord while he slept? Even *he* doesn't deserve that..." started List Lad.
"Shhh.... The readers don't know about that. Any other questions?"
"Yeah," started Contraption Lad. "Do you still hate being called Taskani?"
Miss Multitask poured herself a cup of coffee, advanced to level three on Net.Man-The Video Game and about a jillion other things while she calmly poured the remaining coffee in the carafe in Contraption Man's lap. "Yes, in fact, I
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