|When last we left our heroes, they were staring down the seams of a giant, megalomaniacal pair of slacks intent on wiping out the RAU Gallery and conquering the universe. And now Robin Calypson, Dr. Preston Abirok, and Talon Kyradius must prepare for the fight of their life.|
|Robin: Okay, guys. That X-Strike attack that FO taught us was apparently ineffective against the pants. We'll have to try something else, so...Preston? Dr. Abirok, is something wrong?|
|Preston: ... Hmm? Oh, no...I just realized...The Overlord's Inner Sanctum has really strange decor, don't you think?|
|Robin: I suppose, but don't you think we should focus on our battle plan?|
|Talon: I've got it! I can't use magic, but if the two of you could charge my swords with magic, I could use my Cali Cross attack and it would deal triple damage.
|Robin: Okay, I'll charge your right blade with Earth magic, Talon.
|Preston: I'll get the left ones with Light magic.|
|Talon: Wow! That really took a lot off of him!
|ErniePants: Yo, Epileptic Boy! U SUX!|
|Talon: I'm allright, Robin. My medication prevents me from having seizures most of the times, but I'll fight blindfolded just in case..
|Robin: You can do that?|
|Preston: Let's use that triple tech again. That seemed really effective. Just a few more of those and he'll be down for the count...|
|ErniePants: Attention, you longhaired quack! YOU SHALL BOW DOWN TO ME!!!|
|Preston is hit with ErniePants's SEAL magic. Preston turns into a cake and his magic is frozen.|
|Preston: Okay, that's it. I am starting to get really aggravated with this guy. Someone should inform him that he's pulling spells from the wrong time-traveling RPG.|
|Talon: I don't think he gives a damn.|
|Preston: Then I suppose there's no point in telling him not to call me a "quack", is there? At least my physical attacks aren't frozen.|
|Robin: Yeah, but what can a cake do? Seriously, Preston, just step back until it wears off.|
|Preston: Gee, Ms. Calypson. Wish I could.|
|Robin: Allright, Talon, we're on our own. I'll get him with a Seismic Tremor.|
|Talon: Gotcha. I'll follow you with a Stork-Claw Strike.|
|Preston: Bravo, my friends! You're really socking it to him.|
|ErniePants: MWA HA HA HA HA!! You are all POOTYHEADS!! PUH-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTYHEADS!!|
|Talon: Sorry, Robin. *faints*|
|Preston: Robin, is there any way you can break this spell so that I can help you out?
|Robin: Sorry, Preston...I don't know how...|
|ErniePants: And now, Mortals, prepare to gaze upon my true form and become one with the void of the Astral Plane!!
|Robin: Oh, no you don't! I'm not through with you yet. You don't like sharp objects? How about tasting my Quartz Shard Blast!!!|
|ErniePants: GWAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGHHHHHH!!!! NOOOOooooooooo!!!
|Preston: Seems like you got him.|
|Robin: *huff* *huff*...that took a lot out of me...
|Preston: Talon seems to be okay. He's unconscious, but his vital signs are good and he didn't appear to have a seizure. I wish this spell would wear off already.|
|Robin: Why hasn't it? Shouldn't a spell break once the caster is dead?|
|Talon: That's what I thought, too. Ow. My head...|
|Robin: Talon, thank goodness you're awake. You don't think ErniePants is still...|
|ErniePants: HA HA HA HA! HO HO HO! HAW HAW HAW!! U ALL SUX!!! YOU CAN NEVER BEAT ME!!!
YOU SHALL ALL BE ABSORBED!!!!
|Preston: By Leohtiss!!|
|Talon: Great. I woke up just in time to witness my demise. It's been nice knowing you guys.|
|ErniePants: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!! |
|And so the power of ErniePants proved to be too much for our intrepid heroes, as he draws them into the void of space of time. Their fate is unknown, but I'm guessing that no matter what it is, it won't be pretty. Alas, Robin's magic was strong, and Talon's fighting skills were sharply honed, and Preston's...um...well, if he hadn't got turned into a birthday confection I'm sure he could've done something, but it all proved to be too little to take down their enemy this time. What will happen to them? Or to the fate of the Universe now that ErniePants is without opposition? Stay tuned to find out...|
|Preston: Great Skiva's Ghost! You really know how to rub it in, don't you?|
|Thanks! I've been practicing.|
|Preston: And while we're at it, I'd like to mention that I'm getting a little concerned with the constant barrage of iatrophobic insults that are hurled at me in this series. "Psycho", "Quack", "Useless Old Man"...among others. And now this...to be humiliated by getting stuck in this form...and just after I got my whole avatar situation finally straightened out.
See, the thing is, I am such a nice guy. Really, I am.
Just look at this picture of me when I was younger with Ms. Taglisa and young Professor McRaven. See? We are just like a big happy family. Ah, we're so very young there. I think I'm in my early twenties, sometime before I graduated. I had planned to return to Aridia once I earned my Ph.D, but I felt so needed here that, well, heh, here I am! Nucleo is about 8 years old there. What an adorable bundle of joy that little mountaindevil was. ^_____^ Hard to believe how much older we've gotten.
You know, if I had been given that picture as my avatar instead of the 17-year-old version, I might not have changed it. I'm not really a vain person, but I think I'm kind of cute there. Well, as cute as someone who has a wide nose like mine can possibly be, but there's nothing much I can do about that, so...
|Robin: Um, Dr. Abirok?|
|Preston: Oh, yes, Ms. Calypson?|
|Robin: The sketch is over. Let's go.|
|Preston: I'd like to, Robin, but how am I supposed to attend the cast party like this? I could get eaten...|
|Robin: Here. I'll take you back to your room, silly goose.|