Fused: Wait a %$#^in' minute. Wasn't I just getting rounds pumped into my arms by a really hot psycho-bitch?
Ace: Yeah. I grabbed you, remember? We bumped in that crazy Beowulf guy that tore peoples arms off and drank them. It was some pretty suspensful stuff.
Transneapolitan: As a matter of fact, I think Centurian and I were in the middle of dying.
Wednesday: Waitaminute. Are you guys complaining? What's the problem here?
Ace: Continuity.
Wednesday: Oh yeah. . .
Well what else can you expect from 3 interludes and a flashforward double dream sequence?
Cowgirl Jack: And a cherry on top? Not to mention the boards have been going all screwy.
Wednesday: Well it's obvious that we all got zapped here after Chessmaster's board got whammied. . . I think. . .
Fused: Well I don't care why or how. The important thing is that I'm not getting shot at or having my head ripped off.
Cowgirl Jack: Uhm, guys? I'm assuming Midnight is still with RM and Hybrid. If you guys got zapped to here. . . where's Thorfen?
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Meanwhile, a block and a half away on Big Street and 4th. . .
Thorfen: Come on yon beasties! Each and every one of ye shall have a chance to taste my axe! ! !
The 3 foot 2 warrior becomes encircled by Spring Heeled Jack, the fire breathing spring-footed criminal of lore, Grendel, the blood-drinking murdering Demon-Creature, T-X the female cybernetic anti-terminator terminator, 6 mini-veggie beasts, and a towering 15 foot Vegi-La plant monster.
A bright light flashes and a mystical energy cloud begins to swirl around and then engulf Thorfen. When the smoke dissipates the CSF see standing before them a young skinny teenage boy wearing glasses, sneakers, pajama pants and a white cotton bathrobe.
Centurian: Uhmm. . .CJ?. . .Ace?. . .Anybody?
