I had a Poptart and a glass of orange juice. Delicious, delicious orange juice. Hank's brother got back with the popcorn, and we had just finished pulling the Dr. Pepper out of the fridge (which took way more effort than it should have). I'm still having trouble processing this: Hank, my lifelong friend, who I've always known since like, kindergarten, is now occupying the body known as Photo Finish. I don't know why, but I can't get past that. Either way, we're still bros, even if he has to struggle through that ridiculous accent.
I know I've seen her somewhere.
"That's Photo Finish, she does all the photography stuff for like, models and stuff. I think. I'm a little rusty on the canon, but I bet that's right."
CANNONS? I LOVE CANNONS! THEY CAN LAUNCH PONIES SO HIGH INTO THE SKY, THEY CAN ALMOST REACH THE MOON! SO COOL!"
Hey, Donny. You there?
"Calm down, we wouldn't wanna blow another transformer, would we?"
Donny?
Oh, please, I'm perfectly calm.
DONNY!!
"I'm okay! What happened?"
"You zoned out for a minute there. It Waz like you were in your own little World."
"You'd be surprised."
We sat down and started watching the movie. It was, to say the least, pretty buckin' cool. Bond hit those guys with a ladder and he was all like WHAP! And then he started driving the boats, and the chief of police was all like DANGIT! And then, at the end they were all li-
Wouldn't wanna give away too much would we?
"You're right, sorry."
As I was saying, we watched the movie, and then Hank's brother decided it was time for everybody to start winding down. I asked a question of utmost importance.
"What day is it anyway?"
"Marsday. That sounds really stupid, but sadly, it is true.
Oh, yeah, the calendar. I almost forgot. It was, in hindsight, a pretty funny gag.
Hmmmmm?
"Oh, quiet you."
We got the news ready and going and it would appear that we are not alone in our endeavor dozens of peeps are by our side and ready to conquer the looming threat of the vending machine menace.
I mean Discord.
"You know what would be funny?"
Yeah?
"Discord dressed as Q."
Who? Wait...no that's not...maybe...here. Haha! That would be funny!
I would like nothing more than to go now, but Hank's brother can't drive cross country because he has mild narcolepsy and might fall asleep at the wheel. So, we're taking the train. Heheh. Just a small town girl.
Livin' in a lonely world.
"She took the midnight train goin' anywhere."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
What was that?
Don't know. Maybe we're getting squished together?
"Ew."
Not like that, it's like...I am becoming more like you, and you are becoming more like me, and my awesome powers speed it up like, twenty times.
"So that a reaction that would normally take four or five days happens..."
Over the course of one.
"Over the course of one."
Even when I'm not using them they're going in the background
"Charging up like a battery."
Right, and I need to release that sort of, pure chaos, just to not, for lack of a better word, explode.
"Is that why you aren't as...nuts as I expected?"
I try to be careful where and when I use my powers, and how. If I didn't, I'd end up frozen in marble.
"Just like dad."
Exactly.
So we talked more, our mind wandering from subject to subject until we agreed that nothing was going to stop the "merge" and that we were going to have to give up the ghost eventually. Tonight. We're doing this, man. WE'RE MAKING IT HAPPEN. But first, Hank's brother decided to rap for us. He should leave the lyrics to the professionals. He has a great voice and can't write. Damn shame. Oh, well. Goodnight, and thanks for all the fish.