Post by ConfessionFPT on Jun 21, 2016 5:43:16 GMT
Previous Installmets:
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/4826/grinch-jason-voorhees-skwd1
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/4827/android-18-scrooge-mcduck-skwd2
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/4829/walugi-killer-croc-skwd3
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/4840/skwd-new-team
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/4860/skwd-2-list
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/4913/skwd-3-exists-on-purpose
We last left the SKWD in their toughest battle yet, fighting an army of Rick Sanchezes to a stand-still:
Goldar wiped the blood from his face.
He was fighting an alternate version of Rick Sanchez. The Rick Sanchez of this particular universe was a 20 foot tall slug that bled acid. Goldar could slice into it as much as he wanted, but it ended up hurting him more than it hurt the Rick.
“I’m giant slug Rick!” it proclaimed, “Wubba-lubba-dub-dub!”
Somewhere to Goldy’s right, a few dozen Morty’s were slap fighting with Waluigi. The group looked like a heard of sissy men, aimlessly flailing their arms at each other.
Shego was fighting an alternate version of Rick that had two heads and created Mixed Martial Arts. The heads only talked to each other, ignoring her presence.
“You want to get Tacos after this?” said the first head.
“I’m tired of Tacos,” said the second, “can we get, literally, anything else?”
While the heads seemed distracted, Shego was breaking a sweat avoiding the flurry of fists this Rick was sending her way.
“But-but-but, Beefy Crunch Burritos are only a dollar right now!” the first head argued.
“You could at least acknowledge the person you’re fighting,” Shego ducked an uppercut.
“Hey dingbat,” the second head said to the first, “You know what else are a dollar? McChickens!”
Shego screamed, “I said quit ignore-“
“We can’t go to McDonalds again, we yelled at that girl and the lawsuit,” the first head argued.
“GODDAMN IT!” she screamed.
~~~
Xigbar was making the most progress, shooting every Rick he came across in the head… ya know expect the one he was aiming for. A very elusive Rick was able to dodge every blast, but every time he did another one was shot instead.
“You’re one slippery dudarino,” Xigbat yelled from across the battle field.
“You just suck at aiming, you ever think of that you peabrained rat bastard?”
“I am going to kill you.”
~~~
Dingodile jumped in the middle of Croc fighting the Slug Rick.
“Havin’ trouble?” he asked.
“Shut up.” Goldar would have flipped him off but he couldn’t unclutch his burnt hand.
At this point The Grinch joined them, “Where’s the giant salt shaker?”
Goldar rolled his eyes. Dingodile snickered.
“I had a thought,” Goldar said after a while, “Grinch, you’re a toon. Why are you afraid of a bomb in your head?
The Grinch paused, mid-fight. The thought had not occurred to him. “You’re right.” He dropped his fists. “I’m going to make a run for it.”
“I could really use your help here,” Dingodile dodged an acid spew.
“Yeah, don’t really care.” He turned and hauled ass.
“Why did you do that?” the mutant yelled at Goldar.
“Listen, noobie,” Goldar grunted, “I don’t need anyone standing in my way of being number one. I’m the leader of this team, you got it?”
Before ‘Dile could react, Amanda Waller’s voice echoed out of the PA system, “Grinch if you don’t return this instance and finish this fight, I will ignite the nanites in your brain.” It was too late, the battle in Belle Reeve left a gaping hole in the wall that the Dr. Seuss character escaped through.
“Blow him to hell,” Waller told the man with the trigger.
~~~
The explosion stopped everyone in their tracks. The SKWD stopped, the Counsil of Ricks stopped and so did their Mortys. The blast was massive. The Grinch stood dazzed. The fur on his face was singed black, like an exploding cigar had just went off in his face. He grinned his big, maggot filled grin and raced off.
This gave the SKWD time to re-group. Goldar flew back to where Shego stood. Dingodile and Waluigi fell in behind. Xigbar teleported behind them. He noticed the new addition to the team for the first time. “Didn’t we fight this guy in Louisiana?”
“Don’t question it!” Goldar raised his sword.
The Rick and Morty onslaught had just begun. Hundreds of Ricks and Mortys of all shaped and sizes all laid deceased on the prison floor. It was impossible to move without stepping on one. But more remained.
The Sanchezes and Smiths took this time to form their own huddle.
“Urrp!” some of the Ricks said in unision.
“This is no, no time for burping guys!” said the most respected Rick, “We’re *beep*-ed here!”
“Maybe, maybe this isn’t such a bad thing!” a Morty said.
“Yeah Ricks!” added another, “Maybe we can still get out of this alive!”
“No Mortys! Too much Rick blood has been shed. They don’t get to walk away.”
“What are you whispering over there?” Goldar yelled across the room.
“Hey!” the elder Rick hollered back, “How abot you mind your damn business while we decide how to kill you!”
“Fat chance, Doc,” Shego growled.
~~~
Let’s zoom out of this situation for a second, and focus on a forgotten character here. Remember this part from the previous story (skip this if you read it):
He didn’t know that tho, when he woke up, laying in shallow water. The cold waves brushed over his body. His eyes opened. There are not words that can describe how pissed he was. He could be home right now watching Hey Arnold on DVD.
But instead an old dude blasted him with some teleportation gun that sent him…he had no idea where.
He stood up and brushed the sand off of his jeans.
What he didn’t know was, he woke up in a dimension where Steve Irwin had never died.
“Woooo-weee!” the Crocodile Hunter and his camera-man appeared from some bushed as Croc was cleaning himself off, “what a specimen we have here!”
“This can’t be,” Croc was puzzled, “You’re dead…”
“Blimey!” Steve looked straight at the camera and held his hands to his face like that kid in Home Alone, “Did you here that mate? This croc can spoke!”
“You get away from me,” he took a step back.
“I have to get this bloke to the zoo, he’s in poacher area,” he told the camera.
The Croc and the Hunter squared up, in an epic battle for supremacy.
Jake, the guy holding the camera whispered to himself, “This is gonna be money!”
Killer Croc - electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/502/killer-croc
The Crocodile Hunter - electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/3952/steve-irwin-crocodile-hunter
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/4826/grinch-jason-voorhees-skwd1
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/4827/android-18-scrooge-mcduck-skwd2
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/4829/walugi-killer-croc-skwd3
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/4840/skwd-new-team
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/4860/skwd-2-list
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/4913/skwd-3-exists-on-purpose
We last left the SKWD in their toughest battle yet, fighting an army of Rick Sanchezes to a stand-still:
Goldar wiped the blood from his face.
He was fighting an alternate version of Rick Sanchez. The Rick Sanchez of this particular universe was a 20 foot tall slug that bled acid. Goldar could slice into it as much as he wanted, but it ended up hurting him more than it hurt the Rick.
“I’m giant slug Rick!” it proclaimed, “Wubba-lubba-dub-dub!”
Somewhere to Goldy’s right, a few dozen Morty’s were slap fighting with Waluigi. The group looked like a heard of sissy men, aimlessly flailing their arms at each other.
Shego was fighting an alternate version of Rick that had two heads and created Mixed Martial Arts. The heads only talked to each other, ignoring her presence.
“You want to get Tacos after this?” said the first head.
“I’m tired of Tacos,” said the second, “can we get, literally, anything else?”
While the heads seemed distracted, Shego was breaking a sweat avoiding the flurry of fists this Rick was sending her way.
“But-but-but, Beefy Crunch Burritos are only a dollar right now!” the first head argued.
“You could at least acknowledge the person you’re fighting,” Shego ducked an uppercut.
“Hey dingbat,” the second head said to the first, “You know what else are a dollar? McChickens!”
Shego screamed, “I said quit ignore-“
“We can’t go to McDonalds again, we yelled at that girl and the lawsuit,” the first head argued.
“GODDAMN IT!” she screamed.
~~~
Xigbar was making the most progress, shooting every Rick he came across in the head… ya know expect the one he was aiming for. A very elusive Rick was able to dodge every blast, but every time he did another one was shot instead.
“You’re one slippery dudarino,” Xigbat yelled from across the battle field.
“You just suck at aiming, you ever think of that you peabrained rat bastard?”
“I am going to kill you.”
~~~
Dingodile jumped in the middle of Croc fighting the Slug Rick.
“Havin’ trouble?” he asked.
“Shut up.” Goldar would have flipped him off but he couldn’t unclutch his burnt hand.
At this point The Grinch joined them, “Where’s the giant salt shaker?”
Goldar rolled his eyes. Dingodile snickered.
“I had a thought,” Goldar said after a while, “Grinch, you’re a toon. Why are you afraid of a bomb in your head?
The Grinch paused, mid-fight. The thought had not occurred to him. “You’re right.” He dropped his fists. “I’m going to make a run for it.”
“I could really use your help here,” Dingodile dodged an acid spew.
“Yeah, don’t really care.” He turned and hauled ass.
“Why did you do that?” the mutant yelled at Goldar.
“Listen, noobie,” Goldar grunted, “I don’t need anyone standing in my way of being number one. I’m the leader of this team, you got it?”
Before ‘Dile could react, Amanda Waller’s voice echoed out of the PA system, “Grinch if you don’t return this instance and finish this fight, I will ignite the nanites in your brain.” It was too late, the battle in Belle Reeve left a gaping hole in the wall that the Dr. Seuss character escaped through.
“Blow him to hell,” Waller told the man with the trigger.
~~~
The explosion stopped everyone in their tracks. The SKWD stopped, the Counsil of Ricks stopped and so did their Mortys. The blast was massive. The Grinch stood dazzed. The fur on his face was singed black, like an exploding cigar had just went off in his face. He grinned his big, maggot filled grin and raced off.
This gave the SKWD time to re-group. Goldar flew back to where Shego stood. Dingodile and Waluigi fell in behind. Xigbar teleported behind them. He noticed the new addition to the team for the first time. “Didn’t we fight this guy in Louisiana?”
“Don’t question it!” Goldar raised his sword.
The Rick and Morty onslaught had just begun. Hundreds of Ricks and Mortys of all shaped and sizes all laid deceased on the prison floor. It was impossible to move without stepping on one. But more remained.
The Sanchezes and Smiths took this time to form their own huddle.
“Urrp!” some of the Ricks said in unision.
“This is no, no time for burping guys!” said the most respected Rick, “We’re *beep*-ed here!”
“Maybe, maybe this isn’t such a bad thing!” a Morty said.
“Yeah Ricks!” added another, “Maybe we can still get out of this alive!”
“No Mortys! Too much Rick blood has been shed. They don’t get to walk away.”
“What are you whispering over there?” Goldar yelled across the room.
“Hey!” the elder Rick hollered back, “How abot you mind your damn business while we decide how to kill you!”
“Fat chance, Doc,” Shego growled.
~~~
Let’s zoom out of this situation for a second, and focus on a forgotten character here. Remember this part from the previous story (skip this if you read it):
“Waluigi was not quick enough the save 18 from dropping out of the sky. She landed with tremendous force, creating a crater in the New Orleans’s street. When the other five arrived at the site, Walugi was clutching his hat to his chest and shedding a tear.
“What are you crying about nerd?” Goldar patronized him, “You didn’t even know her.”
“Whaa-ahh-ahh,” he began a waterfall flow of tears, “I-a never got to tap that-a ass!”
“Burp!”
The six of them , startled, pulled their weapons at the foreign noise.
“Hey-hey! Look at this Morty!” a man in a lab coat and crazy hair walked past them to the crater, “It’s one of those rare-urp-anime androids. Ya, ya know, like one of those androids from Japan? I told you this universe was fun.”
A young boy refused to follow him through the crowd, “I-I, I don’t know if we should touch that Rick. These people look pretty serious.”
“Urp! Who-come on-who cares Morty let’s just grab this thing and salvage it for parts. Now help me pick this up.”
“How-a dare you!” Waluigi shook his fist at the interloper.
“Oh why don’t you just shove it up your asshole, mustache, I saw her first.”
“As far as I’m concerned, you can have her,” Xigbar said.
“NO!” Amanda Waller thundered into their ear pieces so loudly that they all winced, “We have far too much money tied up in that asset! You will bring her back!”
“You heard the lady,” Grinch looked at his teammates and then back at Rick, “Leave before we have to teach you a lesson.”
Rick Sanchez eyes narrowed and he turned to Task Force X, “Um, excuse me?”
Grinch reinforced his point, “Get away from the thing.”
“If you cross me-urp-you don’t just cross me. There is an infinite-I said- infinite counsel of Ricks that I can summon here to kick all your as-”
"You're out of here old-timer," Goldar took a step toward him. The Rick responded by pulling out a laser gun on him.
"Not today-urp-goldy locks!" he fired the beam.
"No Goldar!" Shego yelled out.
Goldar, paniced, grabbed Killer Croc by the collarbone and pushed him in the way of the beam. There was no trace left of him.
"Rick! You just can't blast people!" his Morty screamed.
Shego responded by incinerating the Rick with her laser beams. He's dead.
"You don't shoot at him!" she screamed.
The Morty screamed and tried to run away, but Goldar kicked him in the gut.
“Crocy...” Walugi hung his head low.”
Well Croc did not die. Croc was teleported to an alternate dimension. He didn’t know that tho, when he woke up, laying in shallow water. The cold waves brushed over his body. His eyes opened. There are not words that can describe how pissed he was. He could be home right now watching Hey Arnold on DVD.
But instead an old dude blasted him with some teleportation gun that sent him…he had no idea where.
He stood up and brushed the sand off of his jeans.
What he didn’t know was, he woke up in a dimension where Steve Irwin had never died.
“Woooo-weee!” the Crocodile Hunter and his camera-man appeared from some bushed as Croc was cleaning himself off, “what a specimen we have here!”
“This can’t be,” Croc was puzzled, “You’re dead…”
“Blimey!” Steve looked straight at the camera and held his hands to his face like that kid in Home Alone, “Did you here that mate? This croc can spoke!”
“You get away from me,” he took a step back.
“I have to get this bloke to the zoo, he’s in poacher area,” he told the camera.
The Croc and the Hunter squared up, in an epic battle for supremacy.
Jake, the guy holding the camera whispered to himself, “This is gonna be money!”
Killer Croc - electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/502/killer-croc
The Crocodile Hunter - electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/3952/steve-irwin-crocodile-hunter
Good match, confession. Steve dies, though.