| Chapter Thirteen - John, Lord of Darkness (dramatic reverb) |
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An expression of pure horror swept across Tyrael's face. He no longer had the will to stand.
"Nooooooooo!" he cried. "I don't have an answering machine!" On that rather plot-holeish note, he stood up abruptly and walked out the door to John Lord of Darkness (dramatic reverb)'s lair. "Ding dong" went the doorbell. Several seconds AFTER he pushed it, if you must know. A man in a frilly pink dress with a "Charlton Heston is Jesus" shirt over it and an afro answered the door. "Well hello, deary dearest, why don't you get your sweet tooshie in here?" John said, in a curiously southern, feminine accent. Tyrael stood motionless, trying to decide if he should kill John, kill John and run, or just run. "Um." "Now wait a minute honey, who are you and why are you here?" "Actually, I'll be leavi-" "You're looking for John, Lord of Darkness (Dum dum dummmm), aren't you? I'm John, Lord of Darkness (dramatic reverb), there's a big difference." "So I see." "It's a very common mistake." "Okay." "John" smiled flirtatiously. "You can still have a cookie..." "I'll be leaving now." ***John, Lord of Darkness (Dum dum dummmmm)'s secret "caven"*** With Jetter freed and secured and most certainly the real Jetter and not some elaborate trick used to make Tyrael do John's bidding, the criminal quintet (plus Goober) reviewed their plan. "So it's agreed, we steal the toaster." "No, the book!" "What's the point in stealing anything?" "Can I make up some new words for 'penis'?" "I think we need to just hit on the girls and let that be that." With Jetter freed and secured and most certainly the real Jetter and not some elaborate trick used to make Tyrael do John's bidding, the criminal quintet (plus Goober) argued a bit and went to sleep, knowing that in the morning they would come up with a perfectly acceptable plan. The Library Home |