The tension in the air was palpable. Nervous sweat fell from foreheads, and eyes darted around the room out of paranoia. Muscles twitched as every movement, every sound, and even every breath taken was being watched and analyzed. The group had gathered and all eyes watched the two in the center of the room, studied them as intensely as a group of scientists on the verge of a major breakthrough.
It was the moment of truth. It was the instant that everyone had waited for, for several months. Pain, sweat and tears had all been sacrificed in the lead up to this moment.
“Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadies and dudes, welcome to the moment we have all been waiting months to see… the conclusion of the stupid bet!” Kimi flew out into the middle of the room as the lights all around suddenly dimmed and a spotlight hit her. Confetti fell from the ceiling and lights flashed like a gameshow.
“We know our contestants – Spoony and Crystal Rose – so there’s no point in introducing them.” Kimi said with a laugh into the nearby television set. She was using it to broadcast to TV’s all over Teh City, using the same type of broadcasting the Spoon did for his ‘TV traveling’.
“Now a bet this big can only be decided by a crack team of judges, and we’ve assembled three judges with unparalleled wisdom, incomparable intelligence and absolutely no trace of bias on their part.” Kimi expounded for the cameras (which were a TV set).
“First up is the Spoon’s longtime best friend and close confidante, Phaaaaaaazon!” Kimi introduced the first judge who had ‘no trace of bias’, and Phazon stepped out into the middle of the K Tower’s living room, waving for the TV and sitting on the couch.
“And since the only thing less-biased than a best friend is a boytoy, let’s welcome judge number two, Wonder Saaaaaaama!” Kimi announced once more, and her sidekick appeared in his own living room, also waving to the camera as he sat down.
Kimi then gave a small chuckle. “And since any decision made exclusively by dudes is a decision made wrong, let’s welcome judge number three, Mojohannaaaaaaaaa!” Kimi grinned as the Guardian appeared from the doorway and sat down at the last remaining spot on the couch.
The super hero-turned-game show-host gave a grin to the cameras and then waved her finger. “Now before we get to the shocking and totally unpredictable vote from our totally unbiased judges, let’s go to our roaming Ronin reporter; Rowen! To get some opinions from ordinary citizens.”
Kimi turned to the television, where the picture had just changed to Super Rowen, who stood out on the streets of Teh City holding a microphone in his hand.
“Thanks Kimi! I’m standing here with an ordinary Joe, a regular guy… Colonel Roy Mustang!” The camera panned to the right, revealing the smug army officer standing at Rowen’s right.
“Now, Roy, you’ve been the commander of a wacky group of military officers – similar to the Flan-I in some respects… and you’ve also briefly served as Mayor of Teh City! So, with all that first-hand knowledge and years of political and military experience, who do you think should win this bet?” Rowen asked.
Roy cleared his throat and put on his best ladykiller face for the camera. “Without any doubt in my mind, I’d say Crystal Rose deserves to win the bet.”
Rowen nodded. “Okay, alright… and why do you think that? Is it your dogged experienced as a military officer? Your time spent as Mayor?”
Roy blinked. “Huh? No, none of that crap… it’s simple. She looks good in a skirt and he wouldn’t.”
Rowen sweat dropped, having (for some reason) not expected that answer (although he probably should have). Suddenly, a giant magical purple chopstick flew through the television and struck Roy right in the face, blooding his nose.
“HEY YOU TWO-TIMING, MAN-smurf! Don’t forget you belong to me, now!” Mojohanna roared from her seat at the judges table. She had broken the laws of physics and science (as well as the law against assault and battery) with her chopstick. Luckily they were magical, so it was okay.
“I’m sorry master, forgive me!” Roy cried on the television screen, before Rowen readjusted the camera so it was once again focused only on him.
“Sooo, let’s talk to another ordinary citizen of Teh City.” The camera panned once more, this time to the left. Avatar was standing next to Rowen.
“So, Avatar! You’re an ordinary… um… well, you’re a citizen anyway. So who do you think deserves to win this bet?” Rowen asked with a sweat drop.
Avatar gave a small laugh and crossed his arms. “OBVIOUSLY the only choice is The Spoon.”
The roaming Ronin reporter nodded. “I see, and why did you choose Spoony?”
In an instant, Avatar’s half-masked face was pressed against the television screen and he was growling and barring his teeth. “It is because the pro-huggle legislation coming out of the Crystal Administration is simply unacceptable! DO YOU HEAR ME, PINK ONE!? I WILL NOT BE HUGGLED ANY LONGER, FOUL DEMON OF AFFECTION! … Oh, and didn’t she try to kill most of us in the last episode?”
Rowen sweat dropped and focused the camera/television set on himself once more. “Well, there you have it… two very different opinions from two very different citizens… both of whom, technically, are not citizens since Avatar is legally still listed as deceased and Roy is actually still a citizen of another country.”
Avatar paused. “Oh yeah, I’ve been meaning to tell the DMV that I’m alive again.”
Kimi, resuming her duties as host of the show, turned her eyes to the three judges. “Alright losers – I mean, esteemed judges! In front of you, you’ll find a plastic spoon and a big pink bow! If you vote for Spoony to win, put the spoon in your mouth… if you vote for Crystal, put the bow on your head! NOW! Phazon, I command you to vote this instant!”
Flying up to Phazon, Kimi angled her microphone at him. Phazon raised an eyebrow.
“Can’t I just tell you my vote? With words?” Phazon asked.
“NO! You’ll obey me and use the props or I’ll shove them both up your –”
With a large bead of sweat, Phazon stuck the plastic spoon in his mouth.
Kimi nodded, satisfied with her bullying and then turned her eyes on the second judge. “Alright, O’ butler of mine, time to vote!”
Sama frowned a bit. “Call me a butler again and you can make your own dinner. Also, this is emasculating.” The sidekick, as expected, now had a large pink bow in his hair.
“Shut up, Jeeves.” Kimi ignored him completely as she flew to the final judge, the one who actually got to make a decision. “Alright Mojo Jojo… hanna. What’s, um, your vote?”
Mojohanna paused, looking down at the plastic spoon and the pink bow. Then she quickly plopped the spoon in her mouth.
There was a small theme song played and Crystal gave a sigh, while Kimi flew over to talk to the winner.
“Yeah, you won Spoony!” Kimi congratulated the Mayor. “You proved that you, as Mayor, have the most-annoying, worst headache-inducing job in town!”
“Yeah!” Spoony cheered, but he paused after a moment.
“And now, because you proved that, you get to go back to running the inner-workings of Teh City and dealing with the shenanigans of Sama and I on a daily basis!” Kimi continued her congratulations to him.
Spoony opened his mouth, but when no sound came out he closed it again. It seemed that it was only now that he realized by winning and proving that his job was harder, he would now have to return to it after months of being away from it.
“. . . I’ve made a huge mistake.” Spoony sighed in true Bluth fashion.

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DilemmasIt was August; mere days after Coke Killa and his followers had broken into a top secret pocket dimension populated by people in bunny suits. While inside the Destiny Management Bureau, Killa had finally discovered the location of his prize.
Shortly afterwards, Killa, CHoW and Halberd ended up in the midst of a lush, tropical rainforest on the World Below. Behind the vines and beyond the trees the trio had discovered something that seemed out of place for a rainforest: a pyramid.
“… Did we make a wrong turn at Albuquerque?” CHoW asked in sarcastic manner, crossing his gloved arms.
“Shut it, you pathetic Dark Helmet wannabe.” Killa snapped back. The villainous leader of the pack took another step forward and peered up at the temple, where slowly a smile spread across his face.
“Ha… Ha hahah… Ahahahahahah! This is it! THIS IS IT! This is the Pyramid! You hid it well, brother, but I’ve found it!” Killa laughed out loud, throwing his head back and his hands up in the air.
Killa walked up to the front of the pyramid and placed his hands on one of the gigantic stones that made up the base. Closing his eyes, the composite villain focused all the energies of the two inside into the stone. There was a brilliant glow and the rainforest was illuminated for several miles with a harsh light.
After several seconds, there was a clicking noise… and then nothing else happened. Killa blinked several times, staring at the rock in front of him. After more seconds had passed, Killa roared out in anger and slammed his fists against the wall.
“DAMN IT! Why won’t it open!? It’s here, I know it’s here!” Killa, under the voice of Pepper, shouted out in fury.
“… Pibb.” Pepsi’s sleek, feminine voice hissed with venom as she spoke the name of her former lover.
Killa stood up, and their face fell considerably. Killa clenched and unclenched his fists as thoughts raced through her mind. “… You’re right. Pibb would have taken precautions… and unlike us, he hasn’t been dead… if he’s been continually strengthening this pyramid over the years… damn it; I won’t be able to open this with my current powers.”
Pepper’s voice actually seemed full of genuine sadness and disappointment. He was always a terrible mess whenever he was unable to commit genocide. It bummed him out.
“How many others are there, Pepper?” Pepsi’s voice demanded from within their shared body.
“… Well, there’s two active for certain… but one of them is in another dimension, and getting there would be no simple task. I’m not even sure if he’s aware of what he truly is… the other is here, but there’s no way we could reach that one right now. Secluded and sealed away until a certain date…”
Pepper sighed, racking his mind to see if he could think of any other choices, any other possibilities…
And then a realization struck him. “There is… Yes! Him! Of course!”
“Who?” Pepsi demanded.
“Wonder Sama.” Pepper spat the name like he was spitting out a bad bite of fish. “When I first met him, I was creating another one, and that idiot wound up drinking it! It’s possible that fool still has a portion of my powers in him.”
CHoW was completely lost and confused by Pepper and Pepsi’s conversation, since the two were referring to events that had yet to be disclosed to either him or the reader. Still, at the mention of one of his most hated foes, CHoW soured.
“Whatchoo talkin’ ‘bout, Peppar?” CHoW asked, crossing his arms.
“First of all that was the worst Gary Coleman impression I’ve ever heard… and secondly, what I’m talking about is none of your damned business.” Pepper shot back, his irritated mood growing.
“He’s talking about the fact that he blatantly ripped off Pein and Voldemort in that he –” Pepsi began.
“SHUT IT.” Pepper demanded, his anger giving him enough power to push away the Pepsi personality of their current form. “Look, all that’s important is that we HAVE to open this Pyramid and retrieve the armor, but Pibb clearly put a shield on the Pyramid to keep me out. If I can reclaim the powers Sama stole from me, I can probably break the shield.”
Halberd shrugged. “So, let’s go beat Sama with tennis rackets.”
CHoW, however, darted forward. “Who cares about that stupid armor, anyway? As soon as MY city is finished, we’ll be able to crush them all without having to worry!”
Halberd flinched and took a step away from Killa as his face began to twist into a look of horrible rage. In an instantly, Coke KIlla grabbed CHoW by the scruff of his neck and lifted him off the ground, his nose now pressed against CHoW’s helmet.
“Listen to me you sniveling, incompetent excuse for a villain! Your toys are a part of this plan, but that armor is the key! Without IT, there IS NO plan! Do I make myself CLEAR?”
Pepper’s anger boiled over, and Killa threw CHoW to the ground. The helmeted-harbinger of hate shook his head and sighed in silence. Killa turned from CHoW and started walking away from the pyramid in the rainforest. His plans were put on hold, and he was far from happy about it…
Months passed, and finally Pepper managed to steal back the powers Sama had taken from him so long ago. The composite villain of soda returned to the Pyramid, and this time Pibb’s protection fell…
“… Quiet again.”
On one of the rooftops bathed in moonlight, Rowen peered out over Teh City. The young ninja gave a small sigh of relief and then reached down to his belt, taking out his cell phone. In a matter of seconds, he heard a click on the other end.
“Shelary? It’s me. I’m almost done with my patrol. It’s quiet; worse crime I’ve seen tonight is Kimi and Sama spraying graffiti on the side of a bakery.” Rowen explained with a little smirk.
“So you’re on your way back to the Tower?” A hopeful Shelary asked.
“Not yet… there’s still a couple of places I need to check out. I’ll be back in an hour or so.” Rowen replied, his eyes darting around the darkness of the night. The Flan-I could not explain it, but he had a feeling that something was happening.
“Ah… okay. Well, I’ll see you then…” Shelary’s sigh was noticeable over the phone as she hung up. Kimi, Sama and Shelary had all retired from patrolling the city from crime nearly two hours earlier.
Rowen, having not shared his feelings with the others, had elected to stay out. He wanted to be wrong… he hoped that his feelings were just empty suspicion. Yet, something inside him told the ninja that storm clouds were building and Rapid Island would soon be swept up in something big.
The ninja gave sighed himself. He knew Shelary worried about him, especially when he became obsessive. He climbed up on the edge of the roof, preparing to jump across to the next building.
Then he felt something heavy and metal slam into his back. The ninja sprawled forward, falling off the roof down into a cramped ally. He shook his head even as he fell, grabbing onto a hanging cable wire that was strung between the two buildings.
“I’m disappointed, Cojo. There was a time when you would have dodged that.”
Rowen looked down at the ally below him, where Darth CHoW stood next to a large, blue dumpster with peeling paint.
“Is this your new house, CHoW?” Rowen asked back instantly, supplying a smirk he knew would have annoyed his former best-friend to no end.
“Screw you, traitor!” CHoW shouted so loudly it was clear his blood pressure had just skyrocketed. The fallen Flan-I was undoubtedly unhinged by the loss of his former partner-in-crime.
“Nice comeback.” Rowen sneered. A moment later, Halberd jumped down from the rooftops holding a large metal pipe – the same one he had beaten Rowen with earlier.
As Halberd fell, he prepared to smash Rowen in the face; but with a flash of blue light Rowen vanished from where he hung and Halberd ended up merely smashing the cable lines.
CHoW spun around, expecting Rowen to appear behind him. When he saw no Rowen, he activated his saber and spun in a circle, slashing in every direction he could think of. He could sense Rowen was close, but he could not pinpoint him – instead he just hoped to score a hit.
After several seconds, CHoW realized Rowen was not attacking him at the moment. He looked around, but could not find the ninja.
“Running away? Learning how to be a coward from your new buddies Kimi and the buffoon? Or maybe Shelary taught you that? Hmm? Is that what you learned from the bit—”
CHoW had hoped that insulting Shelary would bring Rowen out into the open. Unfortunately, it had done just that. The paint-peeling dumpster next to him exploded from the force of a Chaos Blast, and CHoW was thrown against a wall and then smashed with a broken piece of garbage dumpster, and a big bag of trash.
“CHoW, I still think of you as a brother… but you will leave her alone, or I will HURT you.” Rowen promised through gritted teeth.
CHoW pushed the broken dumpster away, and tossed a banana peel from off of his helmet. “You’ve already hurt me, you traitor… and as for her, I’ll make her pay for destroying our friendship.”
“YOU LEAVE HER ALONE!” Rowen roared, and this time it was the ninja who was overcome with emotion. He jumped towards CHoW in a rage, his hand blazing with a forming ball of lightning.
Suddenly, Rowen felt a sharp pain on the back of his neck. It was Halberd’s boot as he kicked him with all of his might. Rowen fell into the ground with a grunt, and as he looked up CHoW fired a barrage of lightning from his fingertips.
As the electricity rocketed through his body, Rowen yelled out in pain and then finally blacked out.
Although the bet had been resolved, and the nightly patrols looking for any sign of Coke Killa or his followers had turned up with nothing, one of Teh City’s heroes still had an errand to run. One that had to be done in the cover of night to avoid the embarrassment that company would have brought.
“Ah! Sama, welcome to Uncle Avatar’s Emporium Of Dangerous Sheeet.”
Avatar’s room was located in the deep, dark basement of the Flan-I Temple, but just like Teh City’s other residential mad scientist, he had an elaborate underground bunker.
Sama was now standing in that bunker, in a cold, metal room. Black shelves flanked him on the left and right, and all of them were lined with unspeakable weapons – most highly illegal – and a variety of gadgets, gizmos and complex electronics.
“Hey…” A downtrodden Sama sighed. Normally seeing a room that contained enough firepower to wage seven world wars would have scared him beyond all sanity; but at the moment he was too depressed to be scared.
“So, I take it your powers are still in the crapper, as the saying goes?” Avatar seemed delighted to have some company in his armory. He was so excited to be showing off his various goodies, he had even left Shannon in his bedroom so as to spare Sama the leech-related injuries.
“Yeah.” Sama nodded sadly. “My strength and speed are both down, and I can’t jump to save my life anymore… instead of lightning, I usually just shoot sparks… and worst of all, I can barely even sense the Flan anymore… and the Flan is in my attic.”
Sama sighed and ran a hand through his always-messy hair.
“Ha ha, relax mi amigo! Your condition is temporary… your powers SHOULD return in time; and even if they never do, I have enough gadgets here to pimp you out enough that James Bond would be jealous!” Avatar promised in a bolstering voice.
The sidekick seemed skeptical, and at long last, a little frightened. “Riiiiiiight. Listen, Kimi expects me to be able to kick a certain amount of ass, and if I can’t do that I’m a danger to her and the people we try to save. So I just need a few weapons to keep me effective until my powers do recover.”
Avatar grinned like a madman, and Sama got a little more afraid. “No problem-o! How about a Gatling Gun?”
Sama blinked. “… I was hoping for something I could, you know, lift.”
The former Flantom frowned. “Ah… well, how about a Mini-Nuke Launcher?”
Sama’s eyes widened. “That sounds like dangerous overkill, and I would hope and pray such a thing would be illegal.”
Avatar shook his head, clearly annoyed and disappointed in Sama’s attitude. “You’re a pain in the ass, boy. Fine, how about a Rubik’s Cube that shoots lasers, a grappling hook, some explosive pellets and a boomerang?”
Sama blinked, and then he gave a grin. “Yeah, okay, that stuff all sounds good.”
Finally a smile returned to Avatar’s face. “Huzzah! I knew I’d have something you’d want. OH! While we’re at it, how about taking a Torture-Me Elmo? I still have some left over from Christmas.”
“… Please tell me that’s something you made up.” Sama whimpered.
“What? Torture-Me Elmo? Naw. It comes with bamboo chutes and genital cuffs. I tried to market them as toys for Christmas, but it didn’t catch on as well as I had hoped.”
Sama opened his mouth, but then closed it and shook his head. “Um… I’ll just take the other stuff…”
Avatar nodded. “Yeah, I figured you’d say that. I’ll never sell these things…”
As Sama hurried towards the stairs for his escape, the sound of loud arguing drifted down from the ceiling. The two Flan-I were both curious by the sounds, and each decided to go and investigate.
They arrived in the main room of the Temple just in time to see Green slam the front door as she stormed out. Tazzy, a mixture of fury and sadness in her eyes, sighed and collapsed into one of the large armchairs in the living room.
“Everything okay?” Avatar asked.
“…” Tazzy glared at him.
“Ack! I guess you’re not in the mood for stupid questions.” Avatar coughed, rubbing the back of his neck. He had a habit of irritating the girls, but he could usually tell when he was in danger of crossing a line and getting himself in trouble.
With a sigh, Tazzy’s face turned from anger to worry. “I’m worried about her… she’s becoming really concerned about Halberd. She keeps talking about finding him and talking sense into him.”
Avatar shrugged. “Maybe she should.”
Tazzy shook her head furiously. “No, no, NO! She’s not ready, yet! If she confronts Halberd now, it will make more problems than it solves. If she learns to blame herself for what happened to him…”
“Seems to always be the way,” Sama sighed, rubbing his neck in apprehension. “Somehow, friends always end up fighting one another…”
He could not help but think of Kimi, Rush and the nearly-irreconcilable conflict between the two of them. Did all friends eventually end up fighting one another?