What?!

Had the vicious green skinned creature truly been defeated by a pitiful human? And the greenskin was still alive! This was unfathomable! What was this universe he was in? The amount of power being thrown around was... was...

Raditz tapped his ear, aiming for his scouter but completely missing it. This was bound to happen, as the scouter wasn't actually there. Blast! How was he to know the monsters he was fighting! Truly this human, employed by Lord Cooler, was far stronger than he could ever know. There was only one way he could escape with his life. The old way. The truest way. The way of supplication.

"My lord!" he called out. He moved out from his booth, ignoring his destroyed meal, and kneeled in front of the man with the shapeshifting armor. "I pledge myself to the cause of Lord Cooler! Please provide me with a scouter and allow me to leave this wretched bar!"

Shivani - Nox

When Shivani saw the ship fall and heard the men's comments, she sighed, following them quickly. However, when she arrived with them, things seemed to go south fast. The man from the wreck seemed insane and was threatening all three of them.

"I have no idea what a Tajaran is." she said, pushing lightly against the trowel to her throat. "But if you do not sheath your weapon, you will learn exactly how deadly a Khajiit warrior is. She gave a hard shove against the weapon before drawing her own, crossing the blades by the stranger's neck. "Back down before you lose your head in the only way you haven't already."

She had hoped he would attack her. She needed a reason to get her anger out and, so far, this man seemed to be the only offer. She only hoped the fight wasn't over too quickly.

If the man backed down, she would sheath her weapons and step back to Shazay do the talking.

If he proceeded to attack, she would block with one blade before spinning to kick the man back.

"My Cinder is rotting in a jail cell." Blake retorted, before the pair clashed again. This time, Blake kept her distance, using her clones to stay a step ahead of the worst of Cinder's attacks, finding it easier to dodge and deflect her arrows than continue fighting in sword range. She had time on her side - she had allies, and she wasn't injured.

Not that much time, though... She thought as a gust of hot, spark-laden air rushed through the room from deeper inside the burning museum. Her Aura would protect her against the heat, but it was taking a beating from Cinder's onslaught and wouldn't hold out forever. There was a crash on the other side of the room - the Inquisitor, as far as Blake could tell, sending her opponent through the wall, or maybe it was just the building finally starting to come apart.

Blake almost missed the sound of the card shattering amid the commotion, but she did notice the huge, robotic-looking figure materialise and attack the last remaining beowolf. Judging by his shouted instructions, it was under the new guy's control. So he does have more than a metal plate, she thought to herself, smiling slightly, before darting in to take advantage of the distraction. As Kanji charged at Cinder, Blake feinted high with a clone, then ducked low to sweep the other woman's legs out from under her.

Cinder Fall, Museum

Nearby, the Beowolf tried to dodge, but sadly with there only being one for the new threat to focus on it was quickly killed by lightning. That left Cinder alone, excepting her comrade currently getting beat across the room by the yelling Inquisitor. Well, she wasn't overly worried on the whole, since she was still better than her opponent.

"Not my problem," Cinder replied with a shrug to the news that her counterpart had lost whatever fight she had instigated in this other universe. It was sad, but not something she could control, nor something she wished to influence either. After all, she doubted that her counterpart had reached the level of enlightenment and clarity that she had, so she had no reason to care. For now, she had to focus on the fight she was faced with.

So she fought on, noting the switch to long range and humoring Blake as she fired off volleys of arrows and shards of Dust at the Faunus. It wasn't the most successful, thanks to those clones of hers, but she was very good at making sure that Cinder herself couldn't really get in melee range. Well, with the fire raging it was only a matter of time.

She reacted to the foolhardy charge with due grace, spinning out of the way as a black blade deflected the oncoming plate, and her other hand sending out a puff of Dust that would crystallize into ice in midair, to prove at least an annoyance if it didn't get on him and begin to freeze his skin, which would do more than it could against Blake with his presumed lack of Aura. Even if it did earn a wince from her plasma burns.

Of more concern was Blake coming in once more, the trick she employed successful this time as Cinder went down. The woman reacted quickly, of course, rolling back to her feet and striking with her blades now that she had the opportunity, not ready to give up just yet. She was using a lot of Dust for this, but for the foe in question it was worth it. Shards of elemental glass and arrows whipped out at the two, Cinder more than ready to take the both of them down as she divided her attention accordingly. Let them come, as she countered what they came up with and pushed back in the burning building. She had faced monsters, and she could face them.

George Melons attempted to size up his opponent, a very difficult feat considering his complete lack of lucidity at the moment. His brains might as well have been made of gazpacho, for all his critical thinking was capable of. "Kuh-sheet? No no, you're definitely a Tajaran. Gross space furries? Like to get it on in the dorms when they think nobody's watching? Always refer to themselves in the third person like dumbass space Arabs?" he chuckled. Clearly, this 'kuh-sheet' was in some kind of character. George Melons hated role-play.

"And, in regards to combat prowess... DISARMING STRIKE!" and with the hyperzine-assisted speed of several blue hedgehogs, brought his foot up to embed itself deep in the loins of his cat-like opponent. he could hear an interesting squishing noise as his shoes entered an area previously undiscovered. "HAHA! I AM THE MOST ROBUST!"

In amongst burnished steel and vessels capable of taking to the stars was a most incongruous sight: a horse standing around looking rather bored with the whole place and a woman being helped into armour by a skeleton itself armoured, though far less heavily than the knight herself. Also around, on the edge of vision, was a monster eager for the coming mission to start.

For Kerri, though, retrieving the Eye seemed like it would be more of a dull chore than any real challenge. The only likely opposition was undead and, with her skillset, they tended to be rather easily circumvented. She had plenty of experience with killing the things, though: the Shadow Reavers, the King of Shadows' undead army, debateably the corrupted Guardian itself... fighting through an entire building filled to the brim with things clinging to a mockery of life was nothing new.

Maybe the owner would be able to provide some conversation before their defeat?

LOCK OFF.

Takahara looked down at the business suit he'd worn over his Shocker Grunt uniform, grumbling. Those were bullet holes and bloodstains. That always took FOREVER to get out. Not to mention the shot's he'd taken to the back while taking cover behind the table. Seething with obvious rage, he replaced his tie and became noticeably calmer. He removed the two belts and nodded to the ork's severed head, tossing it over to his body.

"Yeah. We'll get you patched up and let you take a look through the armo-"

Aaaaand then the Saiyan was kneeling. As far as he knew, that wasn't something that happened. Still, the raw power of a Saiyan would always come in handy. He handed Raditz a business card with a bow.

"Well, when Frieza died, I bought up a lot of his surplus. And don't worry about the 'my lord' stuff, I'm running a more casual workplace than Frieza or Cooler. I'd show you the presentation but uh..."

Looking over, the slides from the presentation had been shot to tatters. One of the Faceless Corporate Drones from Blatantly Evil Marketing Firm B was doubled over on the ground, grabbing his head in horror. The presentation... it had been DAMAGED. This was unacceptable.

I... I dodged the bullets. I thought of my own life as more important than the corporation's success!

The Drone's eye went to a plastic spork on Raditz's tray as he dived for it.

There is only one way to restore my honor.

Taking the spork, he attempted to plunge it into his stomach and drag it across. This... didn't work. The fact he could not restore his honor through seppuku left him even more distressed. He proceeded to try to dash his brains out on the floor, screaming "QUOTA! QUOTA! OVERTIIIIIIIIIIIME!"

Takahara sighed as he finished redoing the knot on his tie.

"...y... yeah. The Faceless Corporate Drones get like this sometimes. Julius, mind taking us home? We gotta go full force if we're going to take Castlevania. And I'm going to be honest, my vision's kinda blurry right now, so you'll proooobably want to have Appule on standby."

Takahara finally finished up with his tie and checked his phone for messages.

"2 million meat? Like... pounds, tons, pork, beef, what? I'mma worry about this later, I really need a doctor."

Julius prepared to charge through the door, guns blazing. Whatever happened, he would be ready. Breathing heavily, he rammed himself through the threshold, aimed his gun towards Arragoz, and noticed that Arragoz was headless, Raditz was cowering on the floor, and Takahara was looking rather emptied.

Julius, realizing that these were two recruits and that Takahara was not in any state to begin the journey back, activated Takahara's teleporter apparatus for him.

With a bone-crushing grip he thought was gentle, Julius hoisted Takahara up and tossed him through the portal and into the pizzeria beyond.

Wiping his hands clean of Takahara's blood, he turned to look at Raditz and Arragoz.

"Right, then... you two go first, and we'll get you patched up right as rain. You," he pointed at Arragoz, "when you step through the portal, take a left as soon as you exit. There'll be a bald purple man with a massive skull at the end of the hall. He's stuck hands back on before, he could do the same to a head."

Julius turned to look at Raditz. "You, you'll need to head out to the parking lot. Keep your head down and your face covered. We'll get to the rest of the recruitment process there. I'll go after you two go."

Shivani - Nox

Shivani took the kick with a growl and landed on her feet a couple yards back. "If that's the way you want to play." she growled in pain. "Wuld nah KEST!" she shouted, throwing herself into the man, swords swinging, aimed to slash across his midsection. Whether the blades connected with anything or not, she would follow up with another swing, spinning quickly with rapid slashes. "Are you sure you want to continue this fight?"

"What in the world?!" yelped Agent Carl Hanratty, dodging a car as it aggressively honked its horn. Hanratty jumped in between the two double-yellow lines painted onto the asphalt. "I'm no jaywalker! How the hell did I get in the middle of the street?! Without a crosswalk?!"

Hanratty scratched his head. "Traffic's pretty bad; must be rush hour," Hanratty mused. "Shoot, can't get past all these cars without getting mowed over... This is going to be a problem.

Hanratty tried waving down the cars, but to no avail; likely they thought he was some sort of madman for standing in the middle of the street. One BMW actually tried to ram him. Hanratty, despite being no spring chicken, managed to dodge out of the way. "Hey! That's against the law!" he hollered after the BMW. "Vehicular manslaughter is a penal offense!"



Morgan glanced over at the street upon hearing the blaring of horns. "Who's standing there?" Morgan wondered, squinting her eyes and looking through the line of cars. An older man in a grey suit and a fedora had somehow wandered into the street, and was now trying to get out alive (but failing). Morgan's eyes shot open as she realized the gravity of the situation and jumped right into action. Morgan pulled from under her coat a green book. "Rexcalibur!" Morgan shouted, flipping the book's pages and thrusting her hands downwards. Around her, the air temperature began to fall as water vapor condensed into snow, swirling around her. Within this miniature blizzard, Morgan lifted herself off the ground and with delicate movements aimed herself towards the man in the street. She circled her hands around in specific configurations to ease her fall, before landing daintily next to the man. "I'm pretty sure that you know this isn't safe," Morgan said to the man, "and I have no doubt that you didn't mean to get here in this way. Need a lift?"

Morgan held out a gloved hand to the man. He took it, and Morgan launched herself, the man in tow, back towards the sidewalk. She landed and stepped forward twice, before setting the stunned fellow down. Morgan waved a hand in front of the man's face. "Hey, you alright? It's just magic," Morgan said.

"What're you talkin' about? There ain't no such thing as magic," the man stammered.

Morgan snapped her fingers and a little flame sparked in between them. "Tell me I didn't just make a fire appear in my hand," Morgan retorted.

The man wiped sweat off his brow. "Can't say you didn't," he said.

This answer seemed to satisfy Morgan. She helped the man off the ground. "My name's Morgan I'm an aspiring tactician," she said.

"Hanratty. Carl Hanratty. F.B.I.," Hanratty said, taking Morgan's hand and hoisting himself up. He adjusted his hat. "So, where am I?"

"Oh, I haven't bothered to check the name of the city," Morgan said, shrugging.

Hanratty blinked. "But... shouldn't you have seen the name of the city when you strolled in?" he asked.

"I didn't just stroll in, Mr. Hanratty, I warped in," Morgan explained. "Kind of like you probably did, given that you had spontaneously appeared in the middle of the street. Speaking of which, who sent you?"

Hanratty scratched his head. "I wasn't sent, young lady," Hanratty replied. "Quite frankly, I haven't got the foggiest idea how I wound up surrounded by moving cars."

As luck would have it, the blades did in fact hit George Melons right across the midsection, practically disembowling him. Before he could even scream, his whole body was set alight. Burning and dripping guts wasn't a good look for anybody, not even George Melons...

Fortunately, however, the Adminazine had not yet left his system. As if by magic, the contents of his intestines and stomach made their way back inside of him, and the fire slowly burned out. The only truly lasting damage would likely be the several years that the drugs had taken off his lifespan in return.

"Okay, you Exodus-bound FREAK, now I'm unhappy! And an unhappy George Melons is a dangerous George Melons. Probably!" He reached into his pocket again and produced a dinky little remote control. "You know what's great about multidimensional travel? Pretty much nothing!" and with that, he pressed down on the remote, enveloping himself and the other three in a bright purple light... And then they were gone.



Sir Frederick could barely believe the past minute of his life had transpired. Attacked by a drugged up spaceman, bearing witness to a fight between said spaceman and the cat woman, and now... Wherever they were, it was damnably cold. And it most certainly was not Nox. Oh hell, the mission had gone south!

"Where the devil are we?" his voice had a chatter to it. This was far colder than Frederick was used to. He took a look around... Ice and snow as far as the eye could see, several horrifyingly deep ravines, twisted metal wreckage and... In the distance was a single light, coming from what looked like some sort of bunker. "Is this Antarctica?"

Shazay was just about to start taking bets with Frederick Selous on the fight between the astonishingly rude Shivani and this new drugged-up cokehead, when the cokehead apparently vomited up so fiercely that he caused a dimensional rupture. Now, they were on a planet covered in ice. All in all, it was better than being in the disgustingly-humid forest.

Shazay, despite the sudden scenery change, didn't quite mind. He had a teleporter attached to his arm, and at any moment he could just leave, forcing these two yokels to settle their differences. However... Shazay also wanted to see how this fight turned out. Currently, Shivani was putting forth her best efforts and still failed to put a dent in George Melons. It was clear that this wouldn't be a simple squash match. Whoever lost, he won.

"Hey, you two!" Shazay called out to George and Shivani, scooting a bit closer to Frederick Selous. "First one of you to win gets to stay on my flight plan!"

"This portal! It looks like the one that allowed me to escape HFIL!" Raditz exclaimed in surprise. Nevermind that he had in fact stolen some weedy little ogre's method of escape. In hindsight that was probably the reason why he was dumped in a dining establishment in interstellar space. But now was not the time for argument. Lord Cooler had need of his services. Lord Frieza was cruel and capricious employer, but Lord Cooler was cruel, capricious and clever. Denying his authority was a death sentence. Another one.

Still, this portal looked less... aggressive than the last one. Certainly less jagged edges. He assumed that meant it was stable. So, without trepidation, he stepped through...


...and arrived in what appeared to be a bathroom stall. It was surprisingly large and well kept, nothing like those smelly cubicles on the space bar. He didn't even have to clutch his nose! Remarkable! Now, the other man had said something. Something about staying low and covering his face. Such thoughts were ridiculous. Raditz was an elite Saiyan warrior! He would walk proud and tall out the door to what the man had referred to as a 'parking lot'. He wondered if it was edible.

Then something else occurred to him. The level of power being thrown around during that fight. Raditz did not have his scouter, but he guessed that they were both terrifyingly powerful. Perhaps even more than the legendary Saibamen, mighty super soldiers who rivaled even himself! Truly fighting them would be a daunting task. And if there were things even the men feared in this strange place, then perhaps he should take their advice.

Of course, without a scouter he had absolutely no idea that he was somewhat more powerful than the pair of them, but was a problem for another time.

Perhaps hands would work. No. Not this time. But there was this roll of strange, thin paper that aught to do the trick. Raditz took many, many strips and fashioned a crude mask, by which I mean he just folded them up and held them over his face. There. Now, to hunch over. His voluminous, gigantic amount of hair made him look like a walking beast, which was just as appropriate. Many asked how Raditz had gotten such a gorgeous mane. Maybe he's born with it, they guessed. Well, they were right. But he digressed.

With trepidation, he emerged into a large room, with a stage and what appeared to be primitive machines hooked up to nothing. Tables and chairs were scattered around. Where was he? Parking lot. Parking lot. Was that outside? He could see light streaming in through the gaps in doors at the end of the room. It was worth a shot. Hunched and masked, Raditz creeped to the end of the room, ignoring the strange sounds reverberating ominously through this strange place. He opened the door, carefully, and covered his eyes as the light once more blinded him. Quickly absconding from the building, he closed the door behind him.

He remained masked and hunched over. One could never be too safe. There were white lines, marked on dark tar in what appeared to be paint. An automotive vehicle was parked some distance away... parked. Parking. This must be the parking lot. Splendid!

He paused. Now what?

"Greetings, und velcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, a Shocker+ Subsidiary. You haff shown initiative in coming here und ve respect zis." The first interviewer said, legs crossed as he tapped a riding crop in one hand.

"However, we have a few questions to ask to determine if you're Shocker+ material." The second interviewer said as the screens serving as its eyes blinked to life. A jaunty tune played as the interview began.

"QVESTION VON! ARE YOU CURRENTLY USING- OR HAFF YOU EVER USED-- ADDICTIVE DRUGS SUCH AS ZOSE SHOWN HERE?!" Starfish Hitler screamed, standing and slapping the riding crop onto TV Fly's eye. A list of drugs filled up the screens.

• Moon Sugar
• Psycho
• Mr Bones
• Joy
• Deathsticks
• Novacoke
• Deepweed
• Bouncy Bubble Beverage
• Deathweed
• Slow-Mo
• Refrain
• Red Eye
• Stimutacs
• Salt
• Cat Food
• Hyperzine
• Glistening Oil
• Electromagnetic Particles
• Red Spice
• Blue Spice
• Orange Spice
• Baby Spice
• Old Spice
• That Blue Meth from Breaking Bad
• Nuka-Cola Quantum
• Hist Sap
• Mindbreaker Toxin
• Ambrosia
• Demon Horn
• Human Horn
• Hyper Potion
• Venom
• Estus
• Estrus
• Rumble Balls
• Plasmids
• Vigors
• Cyber-Modules
• Triptocaine
• Fairy Dust
• Angel Dust
• Dust
• Blue Herb
• Slappers
• Slab
• Slide
• Slunky
• Slush
• Skooma

"What?"

Raditz was making a habit of saying this word. The two interviewers, both horrible monsters, had caught him off guard. This would not have happened if he'd been in possession of a scouter! Were these the horrible beasts that were hinted of to lurk in what the sign said was a Pizzeria?

No, no, they weren't attacking. Just... talking. Loudly. But Lord Cooler had been known to press individuals into his service, no matter how strange. Just look at Neiz. Perhaps these two were simply the bottom feeders, sent here to ensure that he was truly the individual his glorious appearance indicated. No matter. If they were, Raditz knew he could simply crush them under his boot.

"I am Raditz! I am an elite Saiyan warrior!" Raditz declared with no shortage of pride. "I have no need for performance enhancing substances!"

Arragoz Plizgin - Da Spess Bar -> Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria

Catching his severed cranium with surprising deftness, the Ork acknowledged that he would be receiving medical care with an attempt at nodding, despite lacking a neck. Admittedly, the Kommando was somewhat proficient in the field of Ork-style First Aid, but that had more to do with digging out bullets with his choppa 'n' treating minor injuries with Squig goop 'n' cloth scraps, as opposed to dismemberment. At best, the Ork's attempt at self-treatment would merely be enough to keep his head from immediately falling off for about ten minutes.

Speaking of injuries, the Greenskin got himself a good laugh out of the Faceless Corporate Drone's attempt at stikkin' 'imself wiff a spork. After failing spectacularly in this endeavour, the git went on to repeatedly smash his face into the floor. Arragoz had no idea why 'e was doing that, but humies often did peculiar things for no discernible reason, and the Ork doubted this one was any different.

As for Raditz kneeling before Takkaharra and declaring his allegiance without even attempting to fight, this came as no surprise to the Kommando. After all, he'd just borne witness to the humie defeating the mighty Arragoz, da best zoggin' Kommando in da 'ole multiverse, in a fight. Any git that wasn't more stoopid than a Snotling would see that as a sign that Sentoo was not to be messed with. Well, at least until Arragoz got stronger and went back for anuvver go, anyway.

That would have to wait, however, as the Ork was in need of medical treatment. Thankfully, Julius had returned, and shortly opened a portal to what could only be Shokka Plus' 'Ome Base. Gladly stepping through, the Greenskin found himself in a pizzeria. Granted, Arragoz had no idea what a pizzeria actually was, but he was in one. Following the gorilla's instructions, he immediately turned left, and plodded down the hall. Eventually, he found the purple git with the 'uge skull Aldo had described, with surprisingly little difficulty. 'E ain't so sneaky fer a purple git, huh? Nevertheless, the git was Shokka Plus' Dok,'n' apparently a proppa good one.

"Oi, Dok, I'z culd use sum 'elp."

"Oh yeah, straight arrows are always welcome." TV Fly buzzed, filling in the form with his left hand, and rubbing the spot where Starfish Hitler had smacked him with the riding crop with the right. Reaching up to his face, he turned the knob beneath his nose, flicking over to a new list. He braced himself. The same music continued playing.

"QVESTION TWO! ARE YOU CURRENTLY VORKING FOR OR HAVE YOU EVER VORKED FOR EIN MILITARY, MILITARIZED COMPANY, OFFICIAL CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION, STREET GANG, OR HORDE OF ZE DAMNED?!" Starfish Hitler slapped the riding crop into each of the large-type words in turn, drawing a wince from TV Fly each time.

Shivani - The Ice Moon

The Khajiit looked around with a frown. "You bastard!" she yelled before sheathing her weapons pulling out logs of firewood. "This place is even colder than Skyrim." Once she had a good amount of firewood out, she stood and raised her hands, each one now holding a small flame. With a bit of concentration, she lit the logs before turning to George. "You will sit down and shut up. Whatever happened to you, whichever Daedra it was, you better watch your back. If I need to, I can-" she stopped mid-sentence. No, I can't, those are in my house in Solitude and I have no way to get back home unless I can pickpocket this man's remote. "-and will kill you." She looked at Shazay with a frown before aiming the flame spell at him. "Next offer you make like that, you'll be nothing but a burnt corpse. The only reason I'm trying to keep from killing you now is you have a possible way for me to get home." She let the spells fade from her hands as she drew her swords again. "Stupid ice." she frowned, beginning to practice her swordplay a safe distance from the men that were constantly pissing her off.

"What's the matter, pussy-in-boots, afraid of a little snow? It's not like there's any REAL danger around here..." George Melons thought for a second, then winced. "Except... The Wendigoes. Those are a real danger. First time I died was to one of those bastards. Ate my flesh right off the bone! Holy shit, was it painful. Thank god for cloning, am I right?" he tried to get a laugh from his audience, and failed spectacularly. "But seriously. Those things can and will kill you. Oh! And they can turn invisible. So... I'll take the offer!" he rushed over to shake hands with the beast-creature that was slowly starting to morph back into the form of a very irate black man. It seemed the mindbreaker/adminazine mix was wearing off... And he could feel it.

"No seriously let's get the fuck out of here NOW I SAY NOW!"

Once again, Shivani was trying to bargain with nothing but threats. At the very least, George Melons appeared to be calming down. Well, Shazay thought, it wasn't quite a fight, but it's clear who the winner is.

"Congrats, druggy, you get to stay on my flight plan. I don't expect a lotta loyalty from a hired gun like you, but I do expect you to help me out. You do this, and... fuck, I guess I can hook you up with some of the good stuff. Now c'mon, you and Mighty Whitey over here are comin' with me."

As he typed a set of coordinates into his wristpad, Shazay glared at Shivani. "You ain't gonna make any friends if you keep actin' like a bitch. If you come round to us any more, we're gonna bust your kneecaps and demonstrate what happens when you try to get what you want through violence and threats. Shocker+ split away from those Shadow Eternity yahoos precisely because they didn't know a damn thing about business acumen. Either you learn how to negotiate, or you get to enjoy a party with a pair of concrete shoes and a riverbottom."

A portal straight back to Nox opened up near Shazay. Moving quickly, he forced Frederick Selous and George Melons through. Just before he walked through, Shazay turned back to Shivani and waved at her cheerily.


Just as Shazay stepped through the portal, it sealed with a disappointing "wop" noise. Shazay wearily looked at Frederick and George, and clapped his hands together.
"Right, then," he said, "who wants to help me draw salt circles?"


Appule gaped openly at the extent of Mister Takahara's wounds. Lacerations, broken bones, bullet wounds the size of golfballs, and what appeared to be bee stings. Moreover, his well-kept business suit was partially fused to his skin from severe magnesium burns. Clearly, he is in too poor a condition to begin surgery. Appule would have to take emergency measures before doing anything technical.

Grunting heavily, he hoisted Takahara up and dumped him in a nearby tank filled with clear, light-blue liquid. Instantly, a mixture of Bacta, Healing Potion, oxygenated water, and laudanum flooded Takahara's veins. He would potentially still be conscious, but most likely not in any state to move about.

It was at that point that Arragoz Plisskin walked in, sans head. Considering the ork's current state, he would probably be able to survive anything Appule put him through. Childish glee crossing his face, Appule snatched Arragoz's head away and began rummaging through a giant novelty treasure chest with the words "FOXY'S BIRTHDAY PRIZES!!!!!" emblazoned on it in big, friendly letters.

Appule picked a three-ounce jar filled with brown sludge from the depths of the chest and unscrewed the lid, revealing a small brush on the bottom of the lid slathered in sludge. With a purposeful look in his eyes, Appule advanced on Arragoz's decapitated body.

In two quick motions, Appule slathered Arragoz's neck stump with the sticky brown sludge, and did the same to the bottom of Arragoz's esophagus. With altogether-too-little grace, he slammed Arragoz's head onto his neck stump, and held it in place.

"Now," Appule said, wiping his hands off on his Frieza-patterned fatigues, "you'll want to avoid drinking any water or cracking your neck for the next few minutes. Rubber cement takes a little while to dry, but when it dries, it sticks. There's some people waiting for you in the parking lot. If you'll excuse me, I've got more pressing matters to attend to."

Appule hustled Arragoz out the door, and immediately started watching Takahara intently. It was always so much fun to see the sweet magical science work its sweet sciencey magic!