I'm just going to drop a first draft right to the board. Coming off a nice day of work, I should be in the proper mode of sleep-deprivation, so....
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As the daunting theatre patrons made their exit from the screening area to the snack bar, Lynxara idly discussed the situation. "So, the fic's over - what now?"
"Well, hopefully, the MK palette-swap brigade gets back before the MultiMediocre Blackened Boy gets any more ideas...or fiction-that-should-not-be, for that matter." The vidstudent glanced over at a black snotling and S.D. discussing how labias become penises, and grimaced. "Better yet, they get here now, before I start a spring cleaning with a lead broom."
Zrith, busy oiling and fixing remote-shaped dents in W4, pointed to a screen above the Jolt dispenser. "I'm thinking it might be too late."
"Sooo..." said MMK.o.D., twiddling his white thumbs in front of his black-painted face, "what did you think, fleshlings?"
"Which wrong, explicit act would you like me to start with?" said Lynxara.
W4 piped up. "My memory could be wrong, but since when was Sub-Zero and Scorpion hired to work *for* Shao Kahn?"
Zrith nodded. "Yeah, last I knew, Sub-Zero's job was to assassinate Shao Kahn, or somesuch."
"Better yet," added the Vidstudent, "exactly what English teacher is letting this person get away with sentence fragments left and right? The wrongness comes with the subject matter - ugh - and, save for that, characterization wasn't that bad, even if she concentrated more on that which I gladly don't know. But...sentences come with both a subject and a predicate. Even if she wrote...well, in the last sentence, "Sentences come," it might be an invitation for Snot to ask me to shoot him, but it doesn't make me want to shoot the *author*."
"Not a bad assessment." MMK.o.D. nodded to Gunter, playing with a machine in the background. "Now, if you're all rested, iT would like to begin !+'$ next experiment."
Vidstudent, not one to swear, gritted his teeth and clicked off the safety. The others, not so restrained, let out some words of discouragement.
Then, Vidstudent stopped gritting his teeth, and went over to the wall. He tapped a rhythm on said wall and whispered something impossible to make out over the din of the others.
It was hard to tell, but it almost seemed like |^ cringed.
"What's wrong?" asked Gunter, suddenly.
"Oh, no...that...the rhythm...dude!" Now the others noticed, as the vidstudent had gone over to the wall next to the projection booth. It helped that MMK.o.D. was spasming in ways not seen since...well, the last WWF Raw, admittedly.
"Vid, what are you doing?" asked Zrith.
"Can I help?" asked W4.
"No," said Vidstudent, pointing the gun at W4. "Hmm...once more, I'd say." Everyone hushed to see what, exactly, Nick was doing.
Gunter tried to hold his partner back. "Take it easy...you don't have to..."
MMK.o.D. shouted back. "Dude...assistant...whatever, can't you hear it? And, it's even *obscure*!"
"To some, maybe," said the gun-toting Christian. Then, on the wall separating the lobby from the projectionist's booth, Nick tapped the rhythm once more, whispering,
o/~ God had a plan to end all my schemes
I had a dream He said to be... o/~
Suddenly, the wall exploded, MMK.o.D. shouting, "EXTREEEEEEEEEEEEMMMMEEE!"
Nick then shouted, "GRAB THEM!"
Miss Ryukage took Gunter by the neck, while Zrith took MMK.o.D. over to another wall and placed him none-too-gently-at-all against it.
"You won't get away with this!" spat a black-painted James Howard. We're the mads! We're more evil than you, nyah nyah nyah nyah boo boo!"
"No," said Vidstudent, "but that's because I'm getting away with *this*. W4, if you would, please set up two tables, one on top of the other."
"No problem!" said the robot, rushing over to a conveniently-placed stack nearby.
"Snot, if you would, see if you can find a Rafoil doll in Falconer's toy box over there.
"Sure thing!" said the Black Snotling, digging through a pile of chairs and other assorted blunt objects until surfacing with an odd plushie with a staff and a tag marked, "UOSSMUD".
Vid motioned S.D. over, and, to the cries of, "Hey, lemme go, what'd I do to deserve this?", they tied Gunter to the top table. A similar motion to Snot and a string pull later, the table below was lit from the staff's flames.
"And now," said the Vidstudent, pulling out a Space Gem, "the finish. Zrith?"
"Go right ahead," said Zrith, grinning as he tossed over the not-so-Lovecraftian being.
MMK.o.D. found himself caught by a vidstudent in a large, hulking, power suit. "Oh, dear."
Vidstudent climbed onto the snack bar counter, then jumped through the roof.
Lynxara, watching all this, finally decided to comment. "You never cease to amaze me, guys. You know that, don't you?"
Then, a set of palette-swapped ninjas arrived. "Hey, if you guys want out..."
"Do we *ever*!" said Zrith, W4, S.D., and Lynxara simultaneously.
A red ninja asked, "Oh, yeah, who's paying for this?"
Zrith pointed at the ceiling. "He'll be back in a jiffy."
"That's cool," said a green ninja. "Could one of you stay behind, though, just in case? We don't exactly want to be stiffed, or anything."
"He can," said S.D., pushing the Snotling towards the ninjas as she and the others ran out the door at top speed.
"HEY!" said the Snotling.
Meanwhile, on the table, Gunter's phone beeped. "Hey, Snot, or one of you ninjas, I guess - could you get that, please?"
"Sure," said a yellow ninja. He climbed up carefully, pulled the phone out of the Hunter-like Gavok's pocket, opened it up, and placed it by Gunter's ear.
"Hey, boss," said Gunter.
"Hey! Dude! You won't believe this!"
"What?"
"He's on his way down...and he...dude!"
"What, man?"
"It's gonna be...he's coming in on his back...I can't believe it..."
"You mean...a Senton Bomb?"
"2XTREME!" said both simultaneously.
The next moment, the Vidstudent, his armor glowing a light red from re-entry, went through the tables - taking Gavok with him - and applied a Heimlich maneuver at ground level to MMK. The ninjas might have been agape, had it not been for the face masks covering their mouths. The Black Snotling's mouth certainly was.
"WOW! Guys, how'd that feel? Guys?"
"Didn't hurt. Is that my stomach up there on the ceiling?"
"Could've been worse. Can't see anything, though. Some armor's in the way of my face, I think."