hmmmmmmmmm... a cross in the head would work, but does that effect believers of Christ? bleh... anyhow...
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BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, who was in much painish pain in the back of his shop, muttered about himself not being as buff and strong as he was in the old days
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: bleh... getting old... right now i could really use one of them mod canes... ah... my back! *cough* *cough*
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: lets see here... let's cook up a plot...
*BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ pushes a button on the wall, causing many plot altering machines to pop up from the floor*
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: hmmmmmmmm... pull some of these... push this... maybe crank this up a little bit... then...
*within, a microwave like *ding!* could be heard, with a holograph for printed out (these are just a bunch of specially charged electric atoms that turn into matter, and then dissapate in 8 hours, unless u stuff it in a computer )*
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: hmmmmmmm... Plot # 6,985,163,074,386,209...
The Space Race, being a complete flunk, was completely forgotten by the other people, except Kovu, who is still in space trying to kill his comrades. All of a sudden, a warp field appears, with a giant like Titan, telling them to move (Sound Familar? Hey! So wat if i'm not creative) to another dimension, which the brave rabbits fight, even that old ahernia broken backed fighter wannabe who...
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: Hey u friggen gadget! i have feelings y'know!
*the long insult seemed to disapear*
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: thank you... and then... er... well... i shouldn't read this part, otherwise the plot isn't interesting...
*BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ reads down at the bottom to find a timer ticking*
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: This plot will start in 5:00, 4:59, 4:58... bleh, i'm gonna get some Sindarin Wine...
*BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ walks over to the bar to chat with everyone one, which he does on a rare occasion, and enjoys his wine, waiting for the plot to develop*