Posted 03 September 2008 - 04:10 AM
Meanwhile, Sentinel knocked the hell out of Kitsu-chan for even THINKING about getting him towards Teko's bedroom. "Stupid transgender jackanapes!" Sentinel exclaimed. "I thought we were friends. But he's just a stinkin' Commie traitor!"
And with that, he shot Kitsu-chan with a tranquilizer dart. (What? No one really gets killed in these stories. It's like an old GI Joe cartoon. And now you know.) He then dragged Kitsu into the Overfiend-themed torture chamber that Teko called a room.
Still, being trapped on a Tekoronian ship was a losing proposition, Sentinel thought. After all, Tekos knew only one language, rape, and respected only one force, bondage. And Sentinel was in no mood for either. But things did look pretty grim. There was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide on a Tekoronian ship. Sooner or later, Chamgirl or another of Teko's minions would find him, and then it was game over, man, game over.
Luckily, Sentinel knew he was in a ridiculous short story, and could therefore bend the laws of time and space. He therefore used the spell Summon Blink. And lo, the purple-skinned greeneyed vixen of Marvel lore did appear, and did whisk Sentinel back to Excel's flagship, the Hyatt's Lament.
He marched onto the bridge to the strains of the theme to Wild Arms, and announced his return by kicking Yor's posterior up between his shoulder blades with his size twelve Doc Martens. "That's an attention getter," he proclaimed, which proved to be less John Wayne-ish than he thought, because he was suddenly staring down several large gun barrels. Sentinel, in his haste, had forgotten that females in anime (and I'm pretty sure this is anime) had access to Gunspace (a subdimension of Hammerspace).
"Ladies, ladies!" he said, with a mighty sweatdrop. "Please! There's no reason to fight!"
"Bovine defecation there isn't!" TC shot back angrily. "You messed up my Catgirl Horde ! They now have four sets of ears and arms, and two tails! What client of mine will accept them now?!"
Sentinel immediately thought that GUTG would actually probably dig a four eared, four armed, two tailed fetish machine, but instead thought, "Relax, TC! It's all gonna be good."
Excel rolled her eyes, knowing that another unlikely Sentinel plan was in the works. She attempted to derail his train of thought by taking a deep breath, knowing that her low-cut blouse would move most suggestively, that her skin not unlike Hershey's chocolate would be...uh...where was I? Still, desperate times called for idiotic measures, so she asked, "What's your plan? Surely you haven't found a Teko weakness."
"Of course I have," Sentinel lied, "and don't call me Shirley." He pointed to the mutated catgirls. "Multiarmed feloursine females who are trained in the sacred Chinese art of..."
"Sexcraft?" said Knives hopefully.
"That too," Sentinel said, "but they're also trained in the sacred Chinese art of Gun Fu, taught by legendary sensei Click Bang. All we have to do is arm our Shiva-like catgirls and send them against the multi-tentacled forces of the Tekoronian Empire!"
Excel thought that, for once, one of Sentinel's plans might not result in a supernova. The Catgirl Universal Tekoronian Eliminator (CUTE) programming of TC's minions would probably kill everything in their path once unleashed, much like her sister Femme when confronted with a screaming horde of Michael Phelps fangirls. If any of the catgirls were captured, they would be subject to the usual Tekoronian torture (three guess what that is)--but since they were TC's creations, they were likely already sadomasochistic anyway.
"Hmm...we can try it," Excel thought. She struck a heroic pose. "YES! We will do this thing! We will not go quietly into the endless winter night!"
Ben Da Mad Irishman
"The saga continues"