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Experiment #1 - 'The Thirteenth' - Prologue

The Thirteenth - by L.A. Banks
Prologue


Bermuda—Seventy-two hours after the battle in Washington, D.C., BBC World News has just learned that the USS Ronald Reagan, one of the United States' nine more significant supercarriers, is en route to the Atlantic Coast to take a position that will enable strategic air strikes on U.S. soil for the first time in military history.

Sora: That’s not how I imagined “trickle-down” would work.
Linkara: Wait, so we’re attacking ourselves now?
Fawful: Of coursing, it’s more fun when you can’t tell your allies from enemies!
Linkara: ...remind me not to play paintball with you. Ever.

The USS Ronald Reagan is a ninety-seven-thousand-ton, twenty-story supercarrier, with state-of-the-art hospital facilities on board.

Sora: So basically a cruise ship with huge guns!
Linkara: It was the latest winner of Pimp My Battleship.

Normally stationed by Korea, and boasting a six-thousand-member crew, it will now moor in the deep Atlantic waters just beyond the Chesapeake Bay.

Sora: All this was well worth the cost of giving a million kids a decent education!
Fawful: The only learning childrens need is that the boom-part goes to the other guy.

Following the collapse of the Washington Monument,

Linkara: Oh, we’re in a Roland Emmerich movie!

the still incalculable loss of human lives, the destruction of countless Washington, D.C., city streets, and a major section of the Metro subway network, the United States of America is under martial law.

Sora: PREVIOUSLY, ON ‘THE THIRTEENTH.’
Linkara: Also, Susie’s pregnant with Bobby’s baby, Bobby thinks Susie’s cheating on him with Joe, and Joe is actually Archie, his evil twin.

The decision was based on the inexplicable attack that left unfathomable structural damage to the White House as a result of the catastrophic blast that toppled the Washington Monument and sent it spiraling like a pike to pierce the iconic building from a source that has still yet to be determined.

Fawful: ...How can I be learning to do that?
Sora: ...It sounds like someone dropkicked the monument into the White House.
Linkara: Gee, I wonder who could have done that? *points expectantly to the ceiling*



The world is watching to understand what vast implications all of this will have on the global economic front, and non-ally countries around the world are bracing for a potential military backlash from the threatened United States. America's closest neighbors,

Fawful: Mr. Rogers and the Flanders,

Mexico and Canada, are also reeling from the tragic events.

Sora: Cuba, well, who cares about them.

Both Mexico's and Canada's national leaders had entered into what was then coined the "North American Union" during a closed-door pact with the president of the United States on March 23, 2005, in Waco, Texas. Without needing to go through Congress,

Linkara: This is why the Green Party never gets elected to office.

the Security and Prosperity Partnership of North America was announced, inextricably linking the three nations through a proposed new currency, the amero, which will effectively blend the struggling U.S. dollar with the peso and the Canadian dollar in the near future.

Sora: Why don’t they just all use munny? It’s easy to find!
Linkara: Because they don’t all beat up shadow creatures with a giant key for a living? Plus, the exchange rate is terrible.
Fawful: Have trust in me, if we can not deal with Mushroom to Beanbean revenue it will save many headaches.

Likened to the African Union, Asian Union, and European Union,

Sora: WE ARE NOT AT WAR WITH THE ASIAN UNION.

the newly formed North American Union, which seeks to evolve to one currency and to have several laws transparent to its trilateral agreement,

Fawful: Shouldn’t the laws be opaque? They are hard to see otherwise.

will now also feel the violent shock waves of the recent terror attack throughout the three linked nations. World economic and military experts suggest grave consequences ahead of this pivotal collaboration.

Sora: Merging three huge countries into one is a “collaboration?”
Linkara: Just like how the sun is “warm.”

American, Mexican and Canadian borders have been shut down,

Fawful: Oh good, that will be saving much energy.
Sora: *waves arms* But there ARE no borders anymore!

all civilian planes grounded, and a massive military offensive is under way to sweep the area for potentially deadly biohazards that could have been released in the blasts.

Linkara: Madagascar, ahead of the game, shut down everything a week ago.

White House spokespersons have issued a short written comment:

Linkara: “We’re screwed.”
Fawful: A written comment? Is that not the political equivalents of breaking up on a post-it note?

"The nation is doing everything possible to analyze and contain the pale cloud that eyewitnesses saw rising from the site—which may have merely been debris, dust, and vapor from the multiple explosions.

Sora: Or a large Heartless passing gas.
Linkara: You know, I really don’t envy your job.

It is too early to tell whether the United States has also been the victim of bioterrorism.

Linkara: And here I thought being the victim of Chuck Norris was bad enough.

Rider got up from the bamboo-framed sofa not even looking at the team, and simply turned off the television set in the large villa living-room suite they occupied.

Sora: Oh, and suddenly we’re meeting our characters, I guess?
Linkara: After three pages of exposition? It’s about time.

"Thanks," Carlos said, his tone flat and hollow. "I was sick of hearing that shit anyway."

Sora: Me too.

Rider glanced around at the exhausted team and then at Carlos, who was sitting on the floor with his elbows resting on his knees, head hung low with fatigue, clearly heartsick. "Don't mention it," Rider muttered. "Face it. We ain't getting out of this bull called life alive anyway."

Linkara: Don’t worry, nobody does!

Yonnie pounded Rider's fist as he passed.

Sora: Brofist! *holds out a fist*
Linkara: ...there is nothing in this story to brofist over.
Sora: I am keeping this fist up until it gets the respect it deserves!
Fawful: It deserves the respect of a beating.
Sora: …*keeps fist up*

"It's a damned shame to say it, but I know more people dead than alive—so hey."

Fawful: Well that’s being easy, just read a history book.
Linkara: What, does he hang out in graveyards?
Fawful: They are the only ones who would not complain about the company.

"Please don't be so cheerful on my account, gentlemen," Marjorie snapped, losing patience.

Linkara: Okay!

"I'd hate to have something crazy like hope ruin our morning."

Linkara: Funny, I thought the Washington Monument being roundhouse kicked into the White House and the threat of bioterrorism looming overhead would’ve done that already.

"Sorry, fresh out of hope this early in the day. Will pick some up along with a carton of fairy tales when I make a supply run,"

Sora: Awesome! Get the kind with the marshmallows in it.
Linkara: They’re delusionally delicious?

Yonnie said, staring out of the wide sliding glass doors that led to the deck. He spat the toothpick out that he'd been gnawing on,

Sora: *points* It’s Cid!

watching it disappear before it hit the floor,

Fawful: A ghost toothpick, very useful for getting out phantom crumbs.

and walked to the doors to stare out at the ocean. "Ya think they let out the old-fashioned bubonic plague or smallpox with the pale horse or some zombie-making bullshit, C?"

Linkara: Depends. Is the guy in charge tall, blond, and wearing sunglasses?

"Five bucks says all three," Big Mike said, shaking his head.

Linkara: Have you heard of my new band, Bubonic Smallpox Zombies?
Fawful: I am loving their album Carton of Fairy Tales.

"I'm waiting for the locusts, myself," Rider said sarcastically while rubbing the stubble on his jaw.

Sora: *as Rider* Wait until those locusts get a look at THIS five o’ clock shadow.

"I'm so disappointed in the darkside's lack of creativity this time out. Anybody got a cigarette? Rhetorical question."

Linkara: Do we care? Rhetorical question.

"Your attitudes are pissing me off," Marj snapped, her gaze deadly before seeking Marlene's support.

Linkara: I changed my mind. Can we go back to the exposition now?
Sora: If it means more cruise ships with giant guns on them, I’m cool with that.

"It definitely is the end of days," Rider said, his voice hardening with additional sarcasm as he flopped down in a chair.

Sora: *as Rider* As we know it, and I feel fine.
Linkara: Man, 2012 came fast.
Fawful: And yet it is not over yet...
Linkara: When you’re reviewing terrible stuff, it’s never over fast enough. Trust me on that one.

"Finally pissed Marj off...so you know if Miss Mary Sunshine is losing it, then what chance do the rest of us poor bastards have?"

"Oh, just—" Marlene stopped midsentence and stared at the door with the rest of the team seers.

Fawful: MY LORDS! What fine woodworking!

The sound of a golf cart pulling up, the engine being shut off, followed by slow footsteps drew everyone's attention.

Sora: Hey everyone, the locusts are here, and they want to go golfing!
Linkara: Just when you thought the end of days couldn’t get any worse.

They quickly concealed the weapons they had been holding.

Fawful: *As Flynn* Oh... oh no... where is my satchel?
Linkara: *As Rapunzel* I’ve hidden it. Somewhere you’ll never find it.
Sora: *as Flynn* It’s in that pot, isn’t it?

Damali and Carlos gave each other a look as Dan nervously approached the door. Seers nodded and he finally turned the locks and swung open the door.

"May I help you, Mr. Fontaine?"

"Uh, yes. Good morning, Mr. Weinstein. I'm so sorry to trouble you so early in the morning. May I have a word, er, in private?" The hotel manager's cultured voice wafted through the hostile vibes in the room

Sora: ...How do you waft through vibes?
Fawful: It’s a very complicated process.
Linkara: With culture!

and his dark walnut-hued face seemed to flush as his gaze briefly slid away from Dan's. His crisply starched, white, short-sleeved shirt and khaki Bermuda shorts seemed to wilt under a fresh rush of perspiration.

Sora: Ewwww, he needs Old Spice Guy.
Linkara: *As the Old Spice Guy* Hello, author. Look at your novel, now back to mine, now back at yours, now back to mine. Sadly, it isn’t mine, but if it stopped using Mad Libs and started using a plot, it could read like it’s mine. Look down. Back up. Where are you? You’re in a bookstore with the novel your novel could read like. What’s that in your hand? Back to me. I have it. It’s two spots on the New York Times Bestselling List. Look again! The spots are now DIAMONDS! Anything is possible when your novel uses plot and not Mad Libs.
Fawful: I’m on a run-on sentence.
Linkara: I am never doing that again.

"It is regarding a delicate matter best saved for a more discreet conversation."

"We don't do 'private' on group expeditions," Rider said, folding his arms.

Fawful: We took the shower curtain off and everything.
Sora: ...How many are in this group again?
Linkara: Enough for an orgy but not enough for the group discount rate at Disneyland.

The hotel manager peered around, seeming more nervous than Dan as his wide brown eyes assessed the team. Every seer in the room tracked his thoughts,

Linkara: The Patriot Act has nothing on these people.

feeling the immaculately dressed, highly cultured man make a decision about whom to approach with the embarrassing news he held.

Fawful: I am not knowing, maybe the one who answered the door and is directly before you?

Mr. Fontaine glanced around the room and a dull ache began to throb in his temples as hard-set eyes stared back at him.

Sora: Oh no, headache rays!

Clearly something tragic had happened to these people and he felt awful having to bring them bad news this morning. Maybe they'd lost loved ones or colleagues in the Washington disaster?

Fawful: Or maybe they were just jerks!
Sora: THAT’LL teach him to show up and sweat profusely!

But perhaps the most disturbing of the group was the young dreadlock-wearing woman who sat yogi-style on the coffee table,

Fawful: Was she sitting with a pick-a-nic basket?

her gaze so distant that she seemed to be somewhere else.

Linkara: Sorry, you can’t escape the novel that easily.

Yet her eerie serenity drew him, as did her peaceful brand of beauty. He knew her face from somewhere, the recollection probing at his mind, but he continued to draw a blank. Then she looked up at him and he felt positively spellbound.

Linkara: You looked into my eyes! Your path now leads to the gates of DOOM!
Sora: Launching to Mary Sue levels in three...two...

The more serene, gorgeous face held his breath within his lungs as a pair of large brown eyes held him entranced.

Sora: ...One! SUE-OFFFFFFFF!
Fawful: No need to describe what any of the other characters are resembling, they aren’t all that important any ways.

He took in her cinnamon skin that seemed to radiate from an inner light and watched it cascade over her pretty locks.

Fawful: Just get on with the make outs.

"He's cool," Damali said calmly. "Don't kill the messenger."

Linkara: Kill everyone else instead!

Immediately the man's hand went to the door frame to steady himself as unbeknownst to him each seer released his mind.

Sora: Go, little minds! Be free!
Linkara: Sora, put your fist down already.
Sora: ...I’m still waiting for that respect.
Linkara: ...You’re going to be here a while.
Sora: I can handle it!

Gasping and suddenly afraid, he thrust a thin black leather portfolio at Dan.

Linkara: There! Three million dollars in small unmarked bills! Now give me my personality back!

"It didn't work. Your credit card didn't accept the charges. Oddly, it did when you initially checked in, but when we began adding incidental changes, everything simple reversed.

Sora: Well then stop ordering ten lobsters for breakfast every day!

All charges, including your initial fees, canceled out. We're not sure what happened, but I'm sure your tour group has the resources...for such accommodations; however, you understand that our establishment must have some guarantees." The manager dabbed his forehead with the back of his wrist and looked around. "We ran the card several times, sir. You understand our predicament."

Fawful: ...Why was credit card rejection so important to keep in private, again?
Linkara: Obviously it wasn’t, since he didn’t keep it private. At all.

"We do," Dan said coolly. "It was my error. We were rushed and hadn't had time to transfer monies

Fawful: You mean ameros?
Sora: Maybe monies is the Antarctica Union currency.

from our London account to cover balances from our last travel junket. We'll make arrangements. Just give me a few hours to do a wire transfer from Great Britain."

Sora: *as Dan* And then sneak our entire party out the back door in the meanwhile.

"Thank you, thank you, sir. Again, my apologies for bringing you such inconvenient news this morning." Mr. Fontaine nodded, seeming relieved that there was a reasonable explanation and peaceful conclusion,

Fawful: Aside from the mindly invasionings and whatever.

and hurried away from the door.

Dan shut the door and waited until he heard the golf cart roll down the gravel driveway. "Fuck me." Dan closed his eyes.

Linkara: Any volunteers?
Sora: Uh, no thanks.

"Couldn't have said it better, Danny boy," Berkfield muttered, and stood.

Fawful: Ahhh, you were right about that orgy thing.

"The darkside screwed our accounts or what, Carlos?"

Linkara: Just how much screwing is going on here anyway?

"That is so cold, yo. Half a billion dollars that I'd been moving lovely on the market up in fuckin' smoke."

Linkara: Even the SMOKE is doing it!

Yonnie said, shaking his head. "I cannot believe it. But, then again, yeah I do."

Linkara: *shakes his head, points at the ceiling*
Loudspeakers: *I can’t decide whether you should live or die~*

"Whatchu talkin' about,

Sora: --Willis?!

man?" Juanita yelled, jumping up and beginning to pace. "All of our money is gone? Don't play."

Fawful: Unless we are playing Parcheesi. I love that game!

"It was their money, girl. Easy come, easy go.

Sora: *sings* Will you let me go!
Linkara: Bismillah NO! We will not let you go!
Fawful: LET ME GO!
Sora: Bismillah! We will not let you go!
Linkara: LET ME GO!
Fawful: Will not let you go!
Sora: LET ME GO!
Linkara: Will not let you go!
Fawful: LET ME GO!
All: No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Sora: Oh mamma mia, mamma mia, mamma mia let me go!
Linkara: Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me!
Fawful: For me!
All: FOR MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! *headbang*

I ain't with them no more, so...my vamp three-card monte got busted. Ask Tara," Yonnie said coolly, watching the group blanch.

Tara nodded and looked at Berkfield. "Back when I found Yonnie and we hooked up to locate Carlos a pittance for his work with Berkfield. Yonnie sent him a hundred million to match whatever Damali had, like a safety net."

Fawful: Ahh, more expositioning, because there was not enough the last time.
Linkara: Wait, I thought it was either exposition or annoying characters. Now we have to deal with both?
Sora: This is like watching a large group arguing over how to split the check at Applebee’s.

"That was a far sight better than what I could wrestle out of the authorities for the man," Berkfield said, shaking his head. "Damn."

"You know I was taking care of your shit, right, C?

Fawful: Yes, as everyone in this room is knowing, this is what had happened, let us explain to be sure.

Had everything offshore in Swiss accounts, Cayman Islands, you name it. But it was still a vamp illusion.

Sora: ...They were using invisible vampire munny?!
Linkara: How is that any weirder than ghost toothpicks?

Guess they took issue with how we've been on their asses

Linkara: Okay, enough with the orgy jokes. Seriously.

and finally siphoned their cash back, huh? It was good while it was good, but damn."

"I know, I know, man," Carlos said, closing his eyes. "It's just the timing is so fucked-up.

Sora: When is it ever a good time to lose all your life savings?

But then how else is it supposed to be, coming from them?"

"Maaan, you ain't said a mumblin' word," Mike muttered, releasing a hard breath of frustration.

Fawful: *as Willy Wonka* MUMBLER!
Linkara: *as Mother Gothel* Enough with the mumbling! You know how I feel about the mumbling.

"I don't know why I was even surprised," Marlene said flatly. "We've been skating on grace a long time with those resources."

"But what the hell about whatever I was working on Wall Street from the Warriors of Light?"

Sora: Suddenly we’re in Final Fantasy I!

Dan's eyes held Marlene's. "Those earning weren't illusion and didn't belong to the darkside!"

Linkara: And you thought this would prevent people from stealing them because...?

"It doesn't matter," Damali said in a weary tone. "Whatever vamp illusion that was ours, the Warriors of Light has probably been seized by Homeland Security now.

Sora: OH NO! Bush incarcerated Fighter and Black Mage!

Every credit card, bank account, asset of any kind is on lock in the system. I'm sure the darkside saw to that in order to make up for the hundred-million-dollar loan from them that Yonnie and Carlos took out for the last coupla years, then grew to a half billion on the market. So now they've led the feds to everything we had in order to freeze our accounts worldwide."

Fawful: Economics and financial histories. This story is gripping as old sandals on ice.

"Ain't no getting around that shit, either," Shabazz

Linkara: Gesundheit.

said, standing and raking his dreadlocks. "First thing they've gotta do is starve out what they think are potential terrorists, which unfortunately, in this case, seems like it's us. We got played by the darkside, once again. They do the dirt, we take the weight."

Sora: It’s the dark side. What were you expecting?
Linkara: His father?
Sora: *as Luke* Nooooooo!
Fawful: Where are the plumbers when you need them...

"At least when the Light delivered us here, they made humans unaware of who we are,"

Sora: Gerbils, however, could totally tell who they were.

Tara said in a far-off tone, looking toward the door where the hotel manager had been. "You could see him struggling to remember, trying to put the pieces together."

Linkara: It would’ve helped if he’d looked at the picture on the box first.
Sora: Unless their cat ate one of the pieces!
Linkara: You know, I think watching the hotel manager put a puzzle together might actually be more entertaining than this novel.

"But how long's that gonna last?"

Linkara: *As Pinkie Pie* FOREVERRRRRRRRR.

Rider shook his head. "Like all we need is for some human with darkside leanings to be able to see through that veil or to get accidentally tracked somehow and it's over people."

Linkara: Yes, but which people?

He looked at Marj. "Now you see why I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning? I had my reasons."

Fawful: Spring mattresses are super uncomfortable.

"Rider's got a point," Shabazz said, his gaze raking the group.

Fawful: That is sounding like it hurts.

"Check it out. Radio frequency chips are now in the new passports, new money, and after this last disaster, you can bet U.S. citizens are gonna have to carry a real ID card, or get stopped and hassled.

Linkara: On the upside, underage drinking is now a thing of the past!

The same GPS chip they want everybody to embed in their bodies, just in case there's another catastrophe."

Fawful: Yes, this is what happens every time there is a national disaster, didn’t you know?
Sora: You know, I always wondered how ID chips in your bodies was supposed to prevent huge catastrophies. Does it give you a shock if you do something bad?
Linkara: Nope, it shocks you when you swear, and if the wiring goes bad then swearing will give you super powers!
Fawful: Clearly this is the best way to prevent terrorisms!

"The mark of the beast, bro," Jose said, nodding. "We gotta go off the grid."

Sora: SOMEBODY GET TRON!
Linkara: Oh, you mean the helmeted guy who was the villain’s right hand man for most of the second movie? Yeah, he’ll be real helpful.
Sora: …......*looks confused, then horrified*
Fawful: Spoilers!
Linkara: ….....*oops*

"I've gotta get to my baby girl and my momma," Inez said in a quiet, urgent tone.

"We will," Heather said, taking up one of Inez's hands.

Jasmine nodded. "Remember what the teams that met us in D.C. said? They were sent to protect the unborn. Dragon Rider said, I'm your new nanny.' Remember?"

Sora: ...So Hiccup and Astrid are pro-life?

"Yeah, but we've gotta get back to the States to recon with the teams there and pray our contacts didn't get blown away." Bobby said, panic lacing his voice.

Linkara: *As Bobby* There were really strong winds last night!
Fawful: The lacey panic really brings the voice together, don’t you think?

"They took a goddamned fallback position in Atlanta to get away from the plagues about to hit and all the military roundups, and a twister...a freaking twister,

Sora: THE HOT SPOT!
Linkara: Sora, put your fist down.
Sora: My respect will come!
Linkara: I’m amazed you think you’ll have any left after reading this novel.

hit downtown Atlanta for the first time in history?

Fawful: I am not a geography expert but somehow this seems unlikely to me.

Be serious. How in the hell can we expect Carlos and Damali to do an energy pull through the fucking Bermuda Triangle with everybody's wife pregnant, huh?

Sora: ...Okay, now I just have no clue what the heck they’re talking about.
Linkara: Obviously they need a virgin sacrifice.

Or even risk trying to pull little Anaya and Mom Delores through that? The only reason we got here was because the Light shot us here—which I still haven't reconciled in my head.

Fawful: The rest of my body is okay with it, though.

And we're talking about going off the grid, which back home and with stupid resources was possible

Linkara: Of course, the smart resources are completely useless.

...but how far off the fucking grid can you go on an island when you owe people two grand a day in hotel fees you can't pay?

Sora: Just go Tom Hanks on everyone and stop ordering all those lobsters!

How long will it be before they round us up, fingerprint us, then it's ball game!"

Linkara: Damn Yankees.

"The young blood is panicking, C.

Linkara: Of course they are. Their eyes are completely white!

Got any remedies for that? I don't, 'cause as crazy as his ass sounds, he's speaking truth."

Linkara: It’s tough not to sound crazy when you have a talking ass.
Fawful: The butt trumpet, it speaks the truth! We must all panic!
Sora: Aren’t those in Monty Python?

Yonnie sighed and continued staring at the ocean through the door. "We have just officially become America's most wanted, like it or not.

Sora: Next, on America’s Most Wanted...Mary Sue Cinnamonskin, and a bunch of other people nobody cares about!
Fawful: Who will be eliminated tonight? Hopefully, all of them.

Maybe the world's most wanted, who knows."

Linkara: THE SHADOW KNOWS.

"Maybe the angels will continue to conceal our identities long enough for us to find our hidden warriors? Uriel said to wait for word...we must abide the archangel's command to the letter," Val said, her worried gaze traveling around the group. "We cannot be outlaws.

Sora: So let’s be in-laws!

But for now, no matter the truth, we are blamed for the tragedy."

"That is so not right!" Krissy said, excited.

Fawful: Being accused of terrorism is super exciting! ...Really, try it some time, it is great.

"We didn't kill all those innocent people that got hurt during the battle—we tried to avoid that! The darkside did it, not us.

Sora: Oh sure, blame the devil for everything.
Linkara: Considering their alternatives are blaming it on the girls, the alcohol, or the weatherman, the devil at least sounds plausible.

Didn't people see the angels; didn't they see how we were blowing away demons? How come none of that hit the news? What's wrong with people!"

Fawful: Would you be liking the short list, or...?

"They didn't see it, baby," J.L. said quietly. "Council Group Entertainment is spinning what's on the networks and what eyewitnesses took into their minds that day. So, people saw fear, pain, blood, explosions.

Sora: Oh, another Saw sequel.

Everything was masked by dark illusion. They saw cops getting shot and choppers getting blown out of the sky by shoulder-launched rockets coming off our man, Big Mike—

Sora: You name your kid Big Mike, he pretty much has to grow up to blow up helicopters.
Linkara: Or wrestle.

not him blowing away clouds of demon bats and Harpies, trying to give the choppers aerial assists.

Linkara: And now we’re in Dissidia!

They saw what the darkside wanted them to see. They saw us."

Linkara: *Jedi Mind Trick* This is not the fight scene you’re looking for.
Fawful: Remember when this conversation was about how they had the loss of their moneys? How did it get here from there?
Sora: I dunno, I guess when the devil steals your invisible vampire munny, anything’s possible.

"But that's just not fair..." Krissy's voice trailed off in a horrified whisper.

Carlos just looked at Krissy in disbelief for a moment, ignoring the way Damali shook her head.

Fawful: It was a very boring way to shake her head, anyway.

"We were on the scene when the freakin' White House got skewered by the Washington Monument...ya'll didn't figure there'd be consequences? Being broke is the least of our worries.

Linkara: Oh, is that why you spent half the chapter talking about it?

Fair ain't nowhere near a rule in this game."

Fawful: Faire games are always rigged, after all.
Sora: Oh, no wonder I can never win those stuffed animals.
Linkara: So, class, what have we learned today?
Fawful: That national monuments are fabulous acrobats?
Sora: Who cares what we learned, the point is that school’s out and we’re DONE!
Linkara: I’ll give you that. *brofists Sora*
Sora: YEAH! *fistpump*
Fawful: *punches Sora*
Sora: ….HEY!
Fawful: You were wanting fists!
Linkara: *nods approvingly* Not bad. You forgot the most important part, though - the setup. Like this: I AM A MAN! *decks Fawful*


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