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<phineas pinpoints the the correct timeline when Shark Lad returns. He relaxes his will and lets the wave function collapse, emerging into the present>
Ah... the abomination returns...
<taps on the glass, smiling evilly>
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Hey, you in the dork-tastic vest ... didn't anyone ever tell you not to tap on the glass ...
<SharkLad does a double-take>
Wait a second ... Fuddle? What the sprock are you doing here?
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What am I doing in this tank? I can't swim. This is so peculiar.
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<closing his eyes, phineas slips back a femtosecond into the future. He breathes deeply>
That was... much easier than Jailbait Lass!
My strength grows!
The weaving was so simple. After his creator found the dead body of the fetal Shark Lad, I rewove it such that the genetic experiment continued, but with the most harmless creature I could think of... The Naked Mole Rat. Ah, Phineas... you are a clever one!
<feeling quite pleased with his work, Phineas fades again to the Orrery>
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Ugh! I don't like this. I don't like this one bit.
<flops out of the tank>
I'd much prefer a nice, safe, dry burrow.
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<Following the battle at the Orrery, SharkLad lumbers into the underground vault containing his tank>
(A naked mole rat? What the sprock?)
<dives into the tank>
It never ends well ... Shady, Lash, Delilah ... now Mary, I mean, Lolita ...
<dives deeper into the tank>
(It could have been so ... nah, who am I kidding? I was designed to kill not to ... )
<SharkLad's mind wanders back to the library and all the times he [or Naked Mole Rat Lad] tried to build up the courage to ask the librarian out>
(Amare et sapere vix deo conceditur)
SharkLad, over and out
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SharkLad is having a leisurely swim when his dorsal fin starts to tingle.
"What the?" he says, leaping out his tank.
"My sharky-sense hasn't go off since the last major crisis here on LegionWorld. Could something big be going on?"
SharkLad sloshes his way over to the door of his underground chamber.
"I better check things out."
SharkLad's communicator vibrates.
"One new message... from Dev-Em..."
SharkLad enters his password into his communicator.
"Sprock!" SharkLad exclaims as he listens to the message, "Furball is making a stink?!? I knew we should have finished our mediation..."
SharkLad hightails it out of his chamber...
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"Aaahhh... that feels better... I can already feel the wounds healing... the next time I get my claws on that sprockin' Furball, I'm gonna... I'm gonna... well, I gonna... SPROCK! Why am I feeling sympathy for him? He's been a remora on my hide for longer than I can remember... still, I don't even know if there's a good reason for us to be fighting anymore... Bah! You're thinking too much, Bruce... no good ever comes from thinking too much..."
SharkLad's communicator sounds.
"SharkLad, this is Chief Lardy... I need you at Rockhopper's Rookery STAT!"
SharkLad lets out a low growl.
'Why? So I can guard the door while you two play patty-cake?' SharkLad thought to himself. 'Bah! You're just being jealous, Bruce.'
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Having left the bunker of Timber Wolf (the LMBer formerly known as Furball) SharkLad dives into his tank.
'This is getting too sprockin' heavy,' SharkLad thinks. 'There's no way she could be alive. I saw the body. I buried her. But then again, I buried Beaver too and she's come back more times than I can count. Sprockin's madden-ites. Just like they'll keep bringing her back to life, the parasites will keep making her crazier and crazier. If they're what's responsible for bringing Mom back (if she is back), well, that's gonna be a nightmare. We don't need no mad scientist who's speciality is creating perfect killing machines by combining animal DNA.'
SharkLad does a flip in the air, landing back in his tank with a splash.
'Sure wouldn't mind if that Lolita stopped by...'
"Just keep swimmin'... just keep swimmin'... "
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