lighten your burdens and deliver you, for they are his instruments. The grand cherub passes out. When the volunteers leave, he smiles and raises his head. God knows what you like. He knew they wanted to go party. At the bar, there was this gang of groove fighters called ‘Team Incinerator’. Groove storms in, knocks out the leader’s bodyguard, and steps to him. “DO TO MY CLUB, N’’’’?”
“Groove, let us worship you in peace… Besides, you can’t out-party all of us… It’s just for a little while, look on the bright side, when we blow up, we all win…not just you!” The leader plunged a spin attack like a flash of light and actually shot Groove with rifle rounds. Groove quickly slides onto the dance floor and pushes the super autopilot button in his glove. He twisted vertically and balled up in the air. He lands and slides off, twisting his halo onto the other Groove fighters in an accelerating spin! That’s when the by-standers thought they had some live entertainment! All these floating acrobats, break dancing fearlessly, no fear of falling or tripping, as light as they wanted to be. The lights flashed on the groove fighters’ clash and enhanced their halo. Brutal tactics were in place, the gang used deadly illegal Hollowbotics to stop Groove and claim his throne. Everybody in the club starts double clocking. ♫°
Gawndihowl morph…
♫°After the groove fight of the century was over, the sit-down of the century emerged later that night. Ultra Geraldo - an old Italian guy wearing glasses, and a black suit, with a cane. He stood on the dock by the ocean with gun wielding mobsters and errand boys behind him. One of the young errand boys lay in Geraldo’s wheelchair and tooting his harmonica pipes. Geraldo was different from the other ultras and wealthy superstars; he was a gangster. A friend of Geraldo’s son Joey sailed to the dock. “Smiley, what a-took you so long? Let’s a-make a deal…”
“Uh, I got some bad news, Gerralldo. Joey’s out.”
“WHAT? IT’S A HIT, CEASE HIM!” the groan in his voice planted in their heads, Geraldo’s support tore Smiley’s defense-belt in half with their guns. Smiley swam away the direction he arrived. “Tell all of ‘em they’ll be swimmin’ with the fish.” The gangsters laugh at Geraldo’s joke. Groove visits the white room, just to get on Ezequador’s nerves and ask stupid questions, “Yo, where do trees of life come from...?”
“Aren’t you supposed to be at deprivation or with your wife or something?”
“Yo, I’m serious, yo…”
“Well, the trees were made for the natives. Some of them may be psychotic, but God still provides.”
“SHARE MY AIR WITH THOSE MOTHERF’’’ERS!” Groove slaps the papers out of Ezequador’s lap. Ezequador re-stacks papers and sets them in his lap. Azarban tackles them and rips them all. “Ha-Stop asking to be suspended. You want to know how it feels to be confined, keep it up...” There was a synthetic spy-cherub there; he looked animated. His name was Wrath and he was stage-one like Little-Azarban, so, they kinda looked alike. He mischievously hopped onto Ezequador’s throne and struck a pose, “HAHAHAAA…”
“What…in the world? He will make an emptiness fade away. Boy, God will fill all your gaps…”
“WE WIWW SWAY GOD!” he shouted at Ezequador, holding up a tiny dark melee bar. His melee bar went out… Then, he looked at Azarban, bit Ezequador, and departed. Joey and Smiley enter the white room. The doors shut behind them closing off the sound of war. “What ya doin’, Joey? ‘uh?”
“F’’’ outta my face, Groove.” Wrath jumps out of the portal axe to the white room from New Amolvia. He was carrying a lasso and it was drawn out of the portal. “Ezequador, nice day isn’t it?”
“What? You quit…?” alleged Ezequador, holding his hand behind his ear as if to hear clearly. “No, I came to do a deal for a new, uh, arena….Like always…”
“Sh’’, that ain’t what I been hearin’, everybody say you put a hit out on your own pops…” As they chattered and Joey lied on, Wrath and Azarban wrestled. “Hey!” Azarban says, taking critical blows to the face, fighting for his freedom. Wrath got a lasso on him and let him go. “AAAAAA!” The lasso yanked Azarban all the way into the exiles’ base like a huge rubber band. He jerked and fought to get loose from the darkness charged shackles saying, “OPOAHWAYSIN GWANNSWAM...AAA!” ♫°
Gawndihowl morph…
(The ‘Mosquitoes’ narrator audio plays) ♫°Zybu glided down from the clear night sky and touched down in the Super Amolvian Palace. He hurries to Ruien's throne and puts his ear close to Ruien's mouth. Ruien whispers something to Zybu. Zybu roared and ran out of the palace. “Hey, need a paw?” asked Casual, an animated Bengal tiger wearing a tuxedo, standing upright on his hind paws. “What are you gonna do? - Dance 'em to death!” Zybu says, running with him. “Ha-Ha-Where are you going, ya ol' bastard.”
“Inn...”
“You've got innocent eyes...”
“Well, the eyes go to what you want.” they look up at Skeeter mun, Groove and Vogues Jamaican son. Zybu winks and Casual waves. There was a monster nest ahead of them. They stopped there to get some money. Casual swiped a monster's sword, put it in the monster's belly, and drew from his holster a dense Hollowbotic gun double clocking his d-belt. The monsters growled as Casual fired. Zybu says, “Easy, cub...” to get his attention and tell him to follow as he ran off...That night, Inn was under investigation for illegal chemicals. The exiles shared a profit of Inn's sums. It was a haunted house and exquisite hotel resort. The dream manipulating demons are very weak and easy to bind. One kid just said 'Jesus'. They roared some of the people awake; they went inside the rooms to double check, harps playing in all the rooms... Most of the doors were locked, so, Zybu roared them down! The last room he ran into, a teenage girl slept with green gas traveling in and out her nostrils when she breathed. “HRROARH!” her eyes open a tad, then close tight. He lifted her head and shook her, “No,-no-no, baby, wake up! Come on...” he tries, she never responds. A lullaby mosquito sings and lands on the girl's nose...It ate some of her d-belt/armor...Then, it sang to Zybu, flying close, full of green gas... “Brilliant...The mosquitoes make it legal...”♫°
Bot Casual charges onto the set, hops into the room, and dives on Bot Zybu with brute force! “CUT....”
“Hell naa, keep rollin'!” Bot Zybu beat the hell out of Casual...He binds the exile and celebrates. You haven’t seen the last of your fears, face the music, face reality. Gawndihowl Morph…
(The ‘Horrible the Warlock: Dark and Proud’ narrator audio plays) ♫°One of the super Groove’s many treasures was a training base for Warlocks. The base was full of warlocks from the top floor to the bottom all working day and night on the same techniques and spells. The grand warlock told reporters, “It may be boring to do the same exercises, but when we hit, we’ll hit the hardest.” One day a sorcerer named ring, who was wealthy in illegal Hollowbotics, casted a spell on all the warlocks in the base who knew the grand warlock’s spells. The way he did it was interesting – he fired his magic ring at the grand warlock and an evil clone warlock appeared. The evil clone dashed throughout the building smacking them with magic as they defended themselves! They all turned into concrete gnomes, all except one named Horrible. Horrible didn’t listen to anything the grand cherub told him, except the stories he told of the Amolvian wands. He even drew a map of the location of all the wands. He didn’t look much like the other warlocks, so, they let him do what he wanted. He had the pointy ears and the pointy hat, but his eyes had no pupils, they were just white and his eyebrows were very thick; his body was more muscular and he was a bit taller. Horrible's halo: frightened webbing arachnids and critters scatter, jumping on people to terrorize them before fading away forever!
“Super Groove, Ring is wreaking havoc on the warlocks. Should we go in?”
“No, I wanna see what this one’s gonna do. He’s got it…” Tablet followed Horrible and the Generated Nukes watched along, cheering for the klutzy warlock. Horrible sticks his head out the small door of the base. The direction he looked, he saw no one. “Oh, what is this?” Hor
rible jumped and fell down. Then, he got up and ran out with the grand cherub’s wand, aiming it at Ring. “I’LL USE THIS, GET BACK!” Horrible shrieked, shaking in his trainer’s boots. “Nice shoes.”
“Oh, you think so? I thought they were nice. I just had to borrow ‘em.” Groove covers his face with his hands and laughs. “So, Horrible, is it? It seems you’ve earned yourself some follows, hmm? I like a good challenge, so, here’s what I’m gonna do,” tapping a staff made of light that extended from the jewel in his ring, strong energy rocking Horrible with each knock. “I’ll give you a shot, kid, I’d kill you now, but my life is so boring.” Horrible fired and missed, the lance stopped underneath him, between his legs, and threw him like 80 feet into the air. “The only way to beat me is to cast a spell on me that I don’t know. Here’s my number, when you’re ready for a real gauntlet, call me.” Horrible bumped his head really hard face first. He shook his head and said, “You and what army?”
“AHAAHAA! – Ha-I’m so sorry-ha-ha-ha-ha…” Hyper Demo cried in one of Groove’s arenas, constructing his own arena, also following Horrible as he watched over his laborers.
“I’ll call you, now, star sixty nine b’’’’! OW!”
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