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Post by Bing Gan on Dec 7, 2016 6:09:33 GMT
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A Historical Match! The East City Huskers Versus the West City Bombers!
Bing read the ticket over again as he walked past the security station. The small slip of paper had a bright gold trim that shone brightly in the early morning sun, and the letters were big and bold, taking up most of the surface area. Bing's seat number was nestled neatly in the corner of the page, in the smallest text they could feasibly print. He wondered idly if they considered not mentioning it at all to save money. His eyes slowly traveled upwards, gazing at the large stadium in front of him. This place was historical, apparently. It was one of the few buildings that was completely unharmed during the Saiyan Invasion. Some say it was due to the fact that the building was built on the hopes and dreams of the people, but it was more likely that the Saiyans simply didn't reach it due to the main attack forces being directed to every other city.
"Ticket, sir?"
The Serpent Master glanced down, noticing he'd somehow made his way to the ticket booth without even noticing. He smiled at the bubbly Majin girl, presenting his flashy ticket. She gave it a lick, smacked her lips together in thought, and nodded. "Yup! Tastes real! You're good to go. If you need any help finding your seat, don't be afraid to ask one of our helpful Android Attendants!" Bing nodded slowly, before walking past the booth and heading up a set of escalators.
As he reached the top, he was met with a long line of concession stands, each one selling foods of increasingly interesting proportions. Hot Dogs, Ice Cream, Popcorn. These were all things Bing had never gotten to eat before. His father, Tang, had once made Ice-Cream Cake for Bing's 15th birthday, but it had melted before they finished their daily training session. He always wondered how things would have gone differently if he'd gotten just a taste of that sweet treat. Maybe he would have gone into the ice cream business instead.
He traveled down the line slowly, finding himself in front of a popcorn stand. The line was surprisingly short, so he hopped in. He reached the front, being greeted with a disgruntled, slightly portly Saiyan. He grunted angrily, wiping off the counter as he stared Bing down. "I remember you. Saiyan Invasion, North City. You fought the Queen, right?" Bing nodded somberly. "She fired an attack right at the city. Woulda killed me and my son if you didn't stop it." The Saiyan slid a small bag of popcorn and a soda across the counter. "Thanks for that."
"It's no trouble." Bing smiled warmly, before snatching his free snacks and making his way towards the stadium proper.
As he sipped on his sweet drink, he idly wondered if he dressed too casually for the occasion. He usually kept to the traditional Gi, but today he decided to relax. Wearing a pair of brown Khaki's and a deep blue short-sleeve Southern Island Slicers T-Shirt. He'd never actually heard of the team, but he thought the ninja cutting a baseball in half looked pretty neat. The last time he'd met Vi he was wearing a pretty casual outfit, but perhaps he would take a baseball game more seriously. He considered going back home to change into something more professional looking, but decided against it. If this were a formal affair, surely others would be in suits and dresses as well.
Bing eventually found himself standing at the top of a large set of stairs overlooking the massive baseball field itself. Seats encircled the field; though they didn't look the comfiest, they were sure to do the job. He checked his ticket again, thinking aloud as he peered into the nearly full crowd of people below. "I wonder where Vipoi is..."
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Post by Vi-Poi on Dec 9, 2016 5:46:24 GMT
The buttery scent of hot popcorn stirred on the crisp West City breeze. Though it was in the midst of winter, winters in the sunny and balmy West were very mild, nearly as warm as those in the tropical Southern Islands. Most people were still in their short-sleeves, the most cold-shy among them in light windbreakers and turtlenecks. The regular baseball season was over in the fall, but winter held special exhibitions all the way through spring, making an uninterrupted all-year run for the sport. This week’s exhibition was West City Bombers versus the East City Huskers.
The West City Bombers were a shoe-in for worst team in the World Baseball League, and die-hard fans were already discussing their fading pennant chances before the 2804 season even started. Their once-vaunted tiger zoanthrope pitcher was deep into his twilight and now looked more like a fat housecat, and their starting lineup was an increasingly-sad line of wimps, washups, and choke artists. Sensible followers of the game in West City had long ago changed allegiance to the West City Taitans, who were often in the running for regional or world championships. But true fans were not sensible.
Vi-Poi was a true fan. Some of his earliest memories – as Poi in his boyhood – was sitting in the cheap seats of Bombers’ Stadium with his friends. That sort of long ago nostalgia didn’t come or go with win-loss ratios. He stood patiently in line, by all accounts just another teenager in a Bombers’ cap waiting to get their ticket checked. The cool weather did not touch him as it did most, and he wore his New Style Ninja Tortose tank, blue jeans, and his old kicks. The bill of his cap was pulled low over his face.
The Majin girl at the kiosk gave his printed ticket a lick. “Mmm. This one is president flavored.”
Vi-Poi’s eyes widened, and he leaned forward quickly with his hands raised and wagging pleadingly for silence. If he was recognized in the line, he’d be mobbed.
She laughed. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell! You’re off the blue mezzanine, field level.”
Vi-Poi glanced down at the number on his ticket. “I know the way,” He agreed.
Before heading to his seat, Vi-Poi went to the concession stands. The lines for hotdogs, hamburgers, popcorn, pretzels, and other standard baseball fare were long and ragged, but the stand he was seeking out was empty save for a very bored and somewhat depressed-looking dog zoanthrope.
“Welcome to Soy-Joy, home of the original Tofu Dog. May I take your order?” The dog asked in a droning monotone.
Vi-Poi ordered two tofu dogs with ketchup, mustard, pickles, relish, and horseradish – the works.
When he found his seats, the first inning was just about to start, with the Bombers’ already afield and the crowd already in shouting matches. A decent portion of the crowd today were Husker fans flown over from the East, pockets of neon yellow in a sea of red-and-blue. More than one slugfest would break out today.
“Hey! I got you a hot dog,” Vi-Poi said to Bing with a wide grin. More like a not-so-hot dog. Poi’s ghost said with a gag. Poi hadn’t exactly been a vegetarian in his short life. Still, there was some evil glee from the ghost when Bing was handed the questionable-tasting entrée.
“I like your shirt,” Vi-Poi said lightly and politely, sensing that Bing was something of a neophyte. What amazing ignorance of the mundane would living like a martial arts hermit on an island make? “But I don’t think many others will,” He said as he settled in next to his friend, pulling his hat backwards to get a better view. “The Slicers and Bombers are big time rivals. Hater-neighbors.”
The first inning started and went by in a flash of action. The Huskers slammed the top of the first with a lead-off homer followed by a second, finishing off their back-to-backs with a third run made off a double. The Bombers got their third out by luck more than skill, and they floundered and sagged through a scoreless and painfully-short bottom half at bat.
“Well,” Vi-Poi said glumly as he watched Foogan Buluskee trudge off the field weeping. “I guess the pregame analysis was right on point. How’s your hotdog?” He put his feet up on the chair ahead of him, laces dangling.
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Post by Bing Gan on Dec 9, 2016 7:51:01 GMT
It took a while, but Bing did eventually find his seat. The game hadn't started just yet, but the players were all here, and, judging by the high-energy announcer rapidly firing off advertisement after advertisement, they probably weren't far from the start of it all. He idly munched on his snack, taking pleasure in each crunchy, salty bite. It was definitely a new sensation, but one Bing was enjoying. Soon enough, he'd completely devoured the entire bag. He stared down at the empty paper package, dejected. Did he really want to get up for more? The game was probably about to start soon, and he wouldn't want to miss the kick-off.
As he stared over at the escalator to the concessions, he was surprised by Vipoi's appearance! He smiled warmly at the Premier, tossing his bag to the side as he waved to his friend. "Hey V-- uh, Poi! Glad you could make it." Bing grabbed the hot dog from his pal, staring down at it in confusion. There was a lot going on in this small little bun--meat, a mixture of strange goo, and a few slices of pickles. He turned to Vipoi, brow raised. "There is a lot more going on than I expected. You sure this is the right thing?"
Giving the treat in his hand another stare, he slowly brought it towards his mouth. He took a bite with extreme hesitation, allowing the mixture of flavors to combine and mingle in his mouth. It was a very interesting food, but definitely not a favorite. He chewed slowly, swallowing audibly a few seconds later. "...Coulda been worse, I guess." The Grey-Haired Man wiped a bit of ketchup off the side of his lip with his thumb, before wiping it off on the leg of his pants.
He turned to his friend, smiling at Vipoi's compliment on his clothing, but it quickly faded when he realized how poorly he had apparently dressed for the occasion. "Ah... I kinda just picked the coolest looking shirt I saw at the store. It won't affect the experience too badly, will it?"
At that moment, he felt something soft collide with the back of his neck. He turned around, being greeted by the sight of an incredibly overweight Majin with a full-blown West City Bombers ensemble giving him a rude gesture. "GO BACK TO THE SOUTH YOU CHUMP!" Without another word, the blob stormed off, shaking the floor around him as he left the scene. He turned back to Vipoi, his thumb pointed behind him as he spoke. "I guess he's a big fan."
Soon enough, the baseball game had begun. The "first inning", as Vi had called it, had flown by, with the rival team taking an early lead. Bing was fairly confused by how the proceedings actually went, but he was still enjoying himself. He took another bite of the hot dog, though this time it was a bit more enjoyable. He'd gotten more mustard with this bite, enhancing the flavor in a good way.
"Not bad, I suppose." He glanced over at Vipoi as he sipped at his nearly-empty drink. "Looks like the Bombers aren't doing too hot. You think they can pull it back?"
At that very moment, Baby Ruuth, an incredibly lean Majin batter for the Bombers, slammed his bat into the opposing teams baseball, sending it rocketing skywards! The stadium let out a delighted cheer in unison, most fans jumping out of their seats. Bing laughed, watching the majin run circles around his opponents to score a point. "That was a pretty good field goal," Bing said, idly munching on his hot dog as he listened to the flamboyant announcer go wild over the loudspeaker. "You think it was a fluke?"
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Post by Vi-Poi on Dec 13, 2016 5:54:04 GMT
Vi-Poi winced as Bing got the first of what would be a steady string of insults, caws, and hurled peanuts. West City Bomber fans weren’t fans of other fans, and the out-of-place former Guardian was going to quickly learn that sorry fact. His sharp android ears picked up a seemingly sweet old granny’s bitter litany of astounding curses towards the man in the Slicer shirt. The small android wriggled down into his plastic seat, pulling the brim of his hat down over his face. West City was Vi-Poi’s popular base in the election. If someone recognized him here, with a friend in a Slicers shirt of all things, it could start a political crisis.
He groaned and put his face in his hands as Bing called it a field goal.
”And Bebī Ruuth has just pulled the Bombers out of their funk with a ssssizzling homer!" The West City Stadium announcer Mahk Tweel cheered over the loudspeaker. "I swear on my mother that there was a tail of steam on that sucker as it rocketed out of the park!"
”Speaking of mothers and steam, Mahk, my mommy makes me the best flapjacks for breakfast every single day, and it’s so-“
"Excuse me Rex -- your mommy?” Mahk let out a incredulous squawk of laughter.
“Yeah,” Rex agreed obliviously, “The butter melts on those crispy little guys, and you stick your fork in it, and roll it around in the syrup-“
Don’t mean to cut you off Rex, but we’ve got a situation building in the stands, oh no, it looks like someone has come to the stadium wearing what appears to be a South Island Slicers’ jersey, what a fan-fashion-faux-pas!”
A tremendous chorus of boos rang out in the stadium and shook the very rafters as Bing appeared on the jumbotron. Next to him and just in frame of the camera, Vi-Poi had ducked his face all the way inside of his New Style Ninja Tortoise top until only the top of his Bombers cap could be seen. Peanuts were raining on the red brim.
”That’s right Mahk, and in a similar vein, I once had a dog named Paws.”
”Err, okay Rex. It looks like this Slicer fan is getting an overdose of salty peanuts.” Mahk chuckled as the shot showed a rain of brown specks cloud over Bing and Vi-Poi.
“Gee, I hope he’s not diabetic, Mahk,” Rex agreed.
Mahk sighed audibly. ”Sometimes, Rex, I think you’re... Never mind. Back to the game!”
While the announcers might have gone back to the game, Bing and Vi-Poi were not so lucky.
“Think you’re better than the BOMBERS, island boy?” A big boarish Zoanthrope asked as he straddled two hooves on either seat in front of Bing. His beady yellow eyes shone with a dangerous light above a mask of red and white cheap paper streamers, and an oversized Day-Glo blue cape that was probably a repurposed tarpaulin hung loosely around his body. BOMBS AWAY! Had been scrawled in red on the cape. “Well you just met your number one nemesis! Behold, the Bomboardier!!!” He flung the cape open, revealing a fake countdown clock and mock dynamite.
“Yeah, bomb that Slicer sucka!” Someone in the stands yelled. “’n take his jackass friend with him, no one's watched Ninja Tortoises in sixty years mang!”
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Post by Bing Gan on Dec 18, 2016 8:06:34 GMT
As the announcers talked about the apparently amazing play that had just occurred, Bing began to get more and more looks from the other members of the stadium. He gave those stink-eyeing him an awkward, sheepish grin, before he was suddenly assaulted by peanuts. The foolish Serpent Master dropped his hot dog in the midst of these attacks, causing a frown to appear on his face. The announcers switched gears, commentating on the flat-out war in the stands between the die-hard Bombers fans and the clueless Slicer "fan". "Whoa... I guess they're really into their team, huh? I didn't realize it'd be so intense. This is pretty cool!"With peanuts raining down, Bing was surprised to come face to face with a costumed boar-man. The beefy Zoanthrope taunted Bing, before opening his cloak to reveal the full magnitude of his costume. Bing was taken aback for a moment, before his face turned stoney. There's only one way to beat this foe, Bing mused to himself. I've got to out-do him!The Martial Artist hopped up, standing proudly on the top of his seat. "Hah! Your theatrics are nothing compared to my might!" He covered his face with his hand, a wicked smirk peeking out just behind his palm. "You've made a grave mistake the moment you stepped up to..." A massive cloud of smoke erupted from Bing's form, obscuring view of him for a good few seconds. When the smoke cleared, Bing was revealed, though his ensemble had changed entirely. Instead of a casual set of clothes, Bing was in an authentic ninja outfit, complete with a Kanji on his chest that read "Slice". He brandished his blade -a foam sword tipped with a baseball- before laughing again. "The Sneaky Slicer!"
The wind whipped up around him, as he taunted the Bomboardier to approach him. "Come at me with all you've got-- if you DARE!"
While this display was going on, Vi might notice a set of clothes sticking out underneath his seat. It was an identical outfit to Bing's, though a bit smaller. If the Premier wanted, he could sneak away and toss the outfit on to hide himself from the crowd. With everyone so focused on the theatrics play in the stands, few would catch notice of one of the Bomber's players stealing third base in all the commotion. |
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Post by Vi-Poi on Jan 6, 2017 23:45:45 GMT
Vi-Poi let out a wordless groan as the Bomboardier challenged them. He was one of the notoriously zealous superfans, and had been processed by local West City police for several infractions and misdemeanors over the years, including the willful destruction of private property, creating a public disturbance with intent to cause annoyance or alarm, simple assault with purpose to cause bodily injury to another, and inciting a general riot. Just last year, the Bomboardier had been banned for life from the Bombers’ Stadium for leaping from the stands during Game Seven of the Regional Championship and charging the visiting North City Narwhals’ mascot. Nifty the Narwhal’s unicorn horn had been torn off, and the actor inside had been beaten and bruised by the glittering object before security could get the Bomboardier under control. The Bomboardier ultimately escaped the ban by spending a hefty amount of his life savings on a pricey lawyer, successfully claiming temporary insanity because West City was about to lose the pennant.
He was now in counseling three times a week, but all the psychiatric professionals in the world could not contain his righteous fury. “RUAAAAAAWRRRRRRRR!!!” He barked defiantly, spittle flying everywhere around his tusks, piggy yellow eyes wide and obsessed. “The Sneaky Slicer!? I’ve never heard of you. EVER! Think you can scare me with your bat? It looks pretty cheap, like you didn’t even spend a thousand Zeni! You call yourself a superfan? You make me sick!” He puffed out his faux-dynamite covered chest threating, wheeling a big old phone dial around hanging on his belt. Friezaday lights, sloppily duct-taped to the red plastic cylinders, began to flicker and flash in a cheery rainbow of holiday colors. “Wanna see what happens, when the countdown finishes?” He growls, veins bulging on his brow.
This could only end one way.
Making up his mind then and there, Vi-Poi disappeared, reappearing in a bang of light only moments later. He wasn’t dressed in the Slicer outfit Bing had apparently planted ahead – that’d be heretical – he was dressed in the spherical foam suit of Bomb-Bo, the West City mascot. The fuse cap was off though, leaving his head free in front of a long wick, arms and legs extended to the point that he couldn’t really move them well. Despite this restriction, Vi-Poi waddled nimbly atop the back of the bleacher seats.
"Step back, Bomboardier!" Vi-Poi warned, his voice deepened cartoonishly and cornily. "Or you're going to get b-b-b-b--boommmmmb-bohhhhhhhhhhh'd!"
“Huh? BOMB-BO??” The Bomboardier seemed hesitant now. “B-but you’re not supposed to be out again until the top of the Seventh. And why don’t you have your headpiece on? You’re just some dumb teenager! You're out of character, in front of everybody!” The anger returned. “I know why you’re here. Yeah, that’s it! Heh heh. This isn't some summer job for me. This is a way of life! You’re afraid I’m going to replace you. ” Bomboardier raised a clenched, trembling fist, eyes flaring red. “I’ve got news for you, Bomb-Bo. I’m already the West City Bombers’ mascot." He fanned both arms out high. “I’m the Mascot of the People!” His blue tarp cape began to flutter dramatically against the stirring wind.
"Take this, Sneaky Sucker!" Just then, a phone bell on the Bomboardier’s dynamite rang, and a messy stream of ketchup and hotsauce belched out from a plug-spring, streaking right for both of Bing and Vi-Poi’s faces.
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Post by Bing Gan on Jan 31, 2017 7:12:01 GMT
Bing's showmanship, while impressive, was beginning to falter. This super-fan fellow wasn't actually strong, but damn him if he wasn't intimidating. He had an air of seriousness about him that not even Zucceta could have matched in her glory days. The Sneaky Slicer tightened his grip on his toy weapon, his expression stern when he replied to Bomboardier's insinuation of cheapy accessories. "H-hey! My bat isn't cheap! I spent my life savings on this thing! It's authentic; from the 2788 World Series!"
It was then that Vi-Poi made his own flashy entrance. He was dressed in a bomb costume, most likely the outfit of the real West City mascot. Bomboardier was unimpressed, firing off a barrage of condiments in the duo's direction!
Acting quickly, Bing kicked a tiny plastic basket sitting on the ground, launching a hot dog into the air. He caught it quickly, using it to block the barrage of sauces with precision. At the end of it, the dog was dripping condiments. The bun was soggy, and Bing's fingers were a little spicy, but it was better than being coated in the stuff.
Bing reeled back the dog, smirking. "It's time for your halftime snack break, Boar-Boy!"
He tossed the hot dog with a bit too much force, causing it to rocket through the air like a bullet. He winced preemptively, bracing for impact.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Feb 9, 2017 16:21:22 GMT
The rocketed hotdog slammed into the Bomboardier’s midsection, causing the piggy Zoanthrope’s beady eyes to widen in pain and shock. “GUAHHHGHHH!!!” He screeched, hands grasping at his middle as he fell backwards, sprawling out over the bleachers below.
Mahk Tweel blared over the loudspeakers, “I don’t believe it, Rex! I just don’t believe it… that Slicers fan has just bowled over the Mascot of the People. Oh no, someone get security up there right away.”
“That’s right, Mahk. The Bomboardier is hurt! Where’s a hero like Bao or Captain Nova when you need them? Hey, you know I met Bao.”
“Did you, Rex?”
“Yeah, well, almost. I saw him in a big crowd down on Lush Street a few years ago, and I waved to him and went ‘HEY CHAMP! CHAMP, LOOK AT MEEEE!” The loudspeaker squeaked painfully from this full-throated rendition. “And then I swear to Kami, Mahk, you know what he did? I’ll tell you what he did. He glanced up from the autograph he was signing and he raised his hand a little, like this. My wife said he was just sneezing. But I think it was a wave-sneeze.”
“Rex – I’ve worked with you for six years. I never knew you were married.”
“Oh yeah, well, she doesn’t want me to ever tell anyone we’re married. Oops. Sorry, honey.”
“Well they say there’s no crying in baseball, Rex, but it looks like there’s quite a bit of boo-hooing in the stands right now! And look at this, the Bombers are leaving the dugout and climbing up the wall. They want a piece of this action!”
Vi-Poi gawked down at the dugout. It was true. Not only were they having to dodge half the concession-stand supply of Bombers’ Stadium being hurled their way, a good chunk of the sluggers in the lineup were rushing up towards them, bats in hand.
Vi-Poi hurriedly upended a sack of popcorn, shoving it over his head and poking holes in the eyes with a quick flash of chi. If he were recognized as part of this, his hometown popularity would plummet! He made a wobbly turn towards Bing, his motions broad and teetering in the clumsy bomb outfit. “Whaddya do that for?” He complained to Bing.
The first of the sluggers reached them, silent rage contorting the features shadowed under the bill of his cap. The blur of his bat bounced off the foam curve of Vi-Poi’s outfit, leaving a hefty dent. Acking, Vi-Poi tumbled over, rolling away across the top of the bleachers, popcorn bag twisting and obscuring his vision. More bats began to thump against him, and Bebī Ruuth steeled himself against Bing. “You wanna hurt our fans? Take a shot at me, punk!”
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Post by Bing Gan on Feb 24, 2017 7:17:48 GMT
Bing frowned deeply as Bomboardier was sent across the stadium. He was enjoying himself so much that he'd forgotten to control his energies properly! A part of him wanted to rush down to heal the boasting brute of a Zoan, but it looked like he wouldn't be given the choice. The crowds booing had become so loud it was one of the few things that one could still hear. Some of the more irate fans had stopped throwing peanuts and started throwing much heavier things. Sodas, Hot Dogs, and all manner of sweets and chocolates.
Vi-Poi disguised himself further, berating Bing for his poor display. The South City Slicer turned to his bulbous bomb buddy, and shrugged. "Can you forgive me for forgettin' my own strength?"
The two of them were soon assaulted by a new threat: The West City Bombers themselves! One of the batters smacked into Vi-Poi's costume uselessly, causing the cosplaying premier to tumble away into the crowd. Bing tried to call out for his pal, but was interrupted by the famous Bebi Ruuth stepping up to fight! Bing stepped back hesitantly, the hold on his foam bat slipping; this was not the kind of baseball outing he was hoping for!
Bing mumbled to himself, trying to figure out something cool to say. "You'll... Uh... You'll have a shot taken at you once I... Hit you with your own signature!"
Sighing to himself for fumbling so miserably, Bing raised his hand, and magically materialized a smoke bomb! He faked a smirk, and with a toss, the bomb was sent right at Bebi! Regardless of whether or not it hit the Majin itself, the bomb would explode and create a massive cloud of smoke. Bing would take this opportunity to slip away from his current location, rushing into the concession aisle.
The duo was now separated, an angry mob keeping them from one another. Only time would tell how they'd solve this problem.
I shoulda just wore a suit...
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 7, 2017 6:08:02 GMT
From a super-strong fighter like Bing, even an effortless toss would prove unstoppable to most people. But Bebī Ruuth was no ordinary person. The Majin, though old and considered well past his prime, was still one of the greatest baseball sluggers of all time. His reliable base hits and not-uncommon homeruns – when the powers of his youth still sparked -- was what kept the Bombers out of the very bottom of the League. When Bing tossed his magic smoke bomb Bebī’s way, the grizzled baseball veteran lowered his pink jaw grimly and raised his bat high.
The crack of the bat against the spewing bulb echoed across the entire arena. Bebī’s fabled Barkville Slugger baseball bat shivered to pieces against the Serpent Master’s smallest effort. But where his bat failed, his tremendous effort won out. The smoke bomb lobbed over the growing riot, and plopped directly into the neck-hole of Vi-Poi’s Bomb-Bo outfit. Still rolling slowly down the stands and being pummeled by every foam finger, souvenir baseball, and novelty-sized bat in the place, Vi-Poi groaned as the smoke filled his vision completely, switching his senses over to 3D Scan Mode. It didn’t do much good when the popcorn sack hiding his face from the world caught on fire from the heat of the smoke.
“Terrible, just terrible, Rex. Would you look at that? Someone’s lit poor Bomb-Bo on fire. Put away your peanuts and crackerjacks folks, and lets buy some sanity for this place, huh?”
“I never much liked crackerjacks, Mahk. They cut the roof of my mouth, just like that Cap’n Nova’s Crunchies breakfast cereal-“
“I thought you had pancakes for breakfast every day, Rex.”
“Oh, I do. But I have Cap’n Nova’s Crunchies for dinner a lot.”
Down in the stands, Vi-Poi was finally on his feet, arms flapping like a bird as he hopped up the different levels two at a time, making his way for the nearest dugout. The bag on his head was now completely engulfed. He had to find Bing and get the HFIL out of here.
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Post by Shemha on Apr 2, 2017 0:23:26 GMT
Bing Gan WC 2208 - 3113 zeni earned. New Total - 14,852! Vi-Poi WC 2658 - 3947 zeni earned. New Total - 10,378!
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