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Now I just wish Xero would get what's coming to him. Or Matt.
To Loozy 10,000 on Smackjeeves, Jackie played a great game, and I hope to see him in another season. I was expecting Jackie to make family visit, too...
Oh well... let's get to Jackie's fanfiction dedication...
"Whoa... dude... since when do restaurants have invisible force fields?" he mummbled, as Liquidator helped him up, nearly falling over himself.
" Survey says... says, doors haha! Doors are more useful when... oooopen! *hic*" replied the Liquidator, pushing on the door to demonstrate. The doors didn't budge. "OH NO MAN! We're trapped! Like... like... WE'RE TRAPPED MAN! We can't get out! We'll suffocate... dude... DUDE I CAN'T BREATHE!" exclaimed the paranoid plant, sinking down against the door and grabbing at his throught. Just then spoke up.
"Um... sir... sirs... that's a pull door..." she squeeked. The liquidator stared blankly at the doors for awhile. Then when it seemed to sink in, he reached out and pulled the door open. Bushroot scurried outside to gasp in the fresh air. "We're saved!" he called out to the city. Liquidator followed him out and the doors swung closed behind them. They walked down the street, side-by-side, having a conversation about purple not actually being a color, but a whole 'nother universe.
As if called upon by the mention of purple, the Masked Mallard of Saint Cannard himself poofed in.
"I AM THE TERROR, THAT FLAPS IN THE NIGHT... I, AM-" Darkwing Duck looked around the room, puzzled, as the rest of his signature blue smoke faded away.
"I am... obviously late." he finished lamely.
~From “Brainwashed, right” by Ekips (Darkwing Duck fanfiction)
And now, the story continues...
Whoot! We are getting to merge now, baby!