Episode XXXVI

by Yokanchi

One week after the lab fire at D.S. Scientific Studies Lab a few interesting characters were seen there: a photographer, and two gang members. This group was not out of the ordinary of course, because of the great amounts of strange characters already present, but this combination was particularly strange.

These particular photographers and gang members looked normal enough, although had you looked closer you might notice a certain glazed look in their eyes like the kind on a day-old doughnut. They did not do much, out of the ordinary that is. The photographer walked around with his extra-large and complicated looking camera snapping pictures, that is, seeming to, and the gang members... well, did what gangsters do when they're not causing havoc and defaming property. Although the camera man was getting great photos it was all in vain since the camera had no film inserted, and was more or less just a prop.

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Acidity paced, scheming and flipping singular drops of acid at a dartboard. He wondered to himself where he might get ahold of a new, more constant supply of acid (his main form of nourishment). The acid brought just one week before from the lab, which was no longer existent, had begun to run low a day earlier.

A drop of acid burned into the wall behind the dart board, going mostly unnoticed between the multitude of past abuses to the room. Originally Acidity had tried bathing with the acid in the poor but useful bathtub included with the room rental, but unfortunately after one use the bathtub could no longer be described as "useful". He instead resorted to the chemical suit he originally used to disguise himself. The material had been able to contain the acid with little or no damage to the resistant material. The suit worked perfectly except for the hole punched by the unstandard appendage protruding from his left arm. So in a fail proof quick-fix,
he duct taped it.

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After about seven hours of loitering, dodging police and other prospective troublemakers, the small reconnaissance group decided that the observation was complete enough to avoid "Lord Acidity's" wrath. They left silently and unnoticed.

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Back at the hotel:

After hearing their report on the situation, "Lord" Acidity vocalized his opinion and let all know the details of his "glorious" plans as usual. The hazy and glossy faced minions could care less whether he told them anything or not. "I believe I shall go take a small glory trip to survey the damage done to these meddling idiots' little lab," he said with a high-and-mighty smirk on his lettuce-colored face. "The pictures in the paper certainly don't do justice to this beautiful work of art," he concluded after many minutes of lecture, leaving his newly acquired minions dozing, on why he was so grand and such that he would take in some of the views of his destructive hobby. The small posse gathered into the photographer's van (complete with tinted windows and sub-woofer) and drove to the site of Acidity's deconstructive activities.