Run #1331
Tricrapalete flexed his wounded
left hand and thought of his triumph over the Avengers in the Infinity
War. He stroked his purple nutsack
chin and smiled.
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On Earth, Tears of Semen, with
grim determination, picked up her shield and stared defiantly into space above.
[cue
fanfare and title card Avengers:
Gypsies in the Palace War]
Hello Tittie was the first to
answer TOSÕ ÒGypsies Assemble.Ó He
arrived at the Senior Center just in time to see 5150 put the finishing touch
on his latest armor. He tested the
suitÕs Maximum Absorbency Garment and knew he was battle ready. Golden Snowball asked if it had a
slushee function;
5150 made a note to patent the idea asap.
Obi On Wan trotted in and left
immediately; he
had forgotten he had died at the end of Avengers: Age of Rongjon.
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Back in space, Tricrapalete
looked upon his captains. The Cunt
Next Door was tipping last weekÕs keg of Czech Pils while waiting for Cockulus
Occulus to finish tapping the fresh barrel of Lagunitas Something Easy
Ale. ÔSaintÕ titty boo boo was too
busy admiring his reflection in a muddy puddle, but it didnÕt matter; Tricrapalete
included him in their number only because he knew his enemies would always
concentrate their fire on him. All
was in readiness. He gave
Tongueless the sign to prepare their vessel for takeoff.
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Lois Lame was next to
arrive. She wiggled her fingers,
said something about berry pie and out of the red special effect Dick Ass
Mother Fucker appeared. She
shrugged her shoulders and gave up on trying out her latest indeterminately
Eastern European accent.
Dr Kimble turned around to find
ManÕs Best Hole panting behind him.
Offhandedly he wondered why he never saw her and Manhole on trail. He lost the thought when he found his
jar of peanut butter.
ÒDonÕt fire until you see the
bloodshot of their eyes,Ó commanded TOS as she led her ragtag crew into the
Outbeer. Fits In was nestled in
the captainÕs chair. Tongue
Depressor and Qaeda Cunt growled as Fleshlight hopped into the back seat.
Just as the Outbeer was about
to blast off, Hand Pump came trotting out from the woods.
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Tricrapalete gave the command
to ÔsÕtbb to take them to their battlefield. He led them across Fulton to Balboa Village. He was confounded and confoozled when
they somehow returned to the Senior Center only to revisit Balboa Village. When he crossed over his path to drift
by the bison enclosure, he had had enough. Out the airlock ÔsÕtbb went. Cock Occ managed to get them there more or less on time.
TCND leapt out and threw a
keg. ManÕs Best Hole let loose a
roar and became an inarticulate brute; Manhole caught the keg, put it
in the back seat of his car and drove off.
Everyone became bored, so RJ
convened circle, said something vaguely anti-semitic and bragged about spending
his days chronically masturbating and having IHOP delivered by GrubHub.
Mercifully,
The End