Hello again and welcome to my facility, as we are now grossly over populated you girls shall only be receiving short daily lessons from your teachers and a few of my own.  So I shall introduce you to:  Mr. Dwyer.”  Stepping up from his seat a navy blue slimeman wearing a lab coat and with his hair tied back into a short pony tail oozed forward his leg conjoined into one tail.  
“I will be teaching your daily science classes, Mrs.Shrap has faxed me most of your lesson plans and I should be able to fit in a decent 20 minute lecture a day.”  Saying that Mr. Dwyer took his seat again.

“Mr. Grenger”  Riley said motioning to a gray slimeman with rocky lumps imbedded on his back he had a strong chin and small eyes and resembled more or a Gollum then a polymorphic.  He stepped up to the podium and simply announced.

“Literature, every 10 minutes under tree….grumble.”  He said in a cave man like voice.

“Dr. Fudge.”  Riley introduced Fudge who stepped forward he seemed to have 2 set of legs and a long tentacle like moustache.

“*cough* Philosophy every 12 minutes 3rd pylon.

“Mr. Floosh.”   Riley said as a light yellow slimeman with big eyes and shaggy hair stepped forward.

“Polymorphism 201 through 401 every 10 minutes 2nd pylon.”

“Mr. Crumps.”  Riley announced pointing to a light green slimeman whom appeared to be bald, wearing a heavy set of self formed armor.

“Advance weaponry, every 13 minutes main building.”

This carried on for another ten minutes.

“Riley actually…come to think of it… oh never mind.   As you exit there are several piles set out for classes with your schedules attached.  As we are strapped for space and time class shall only last for 2 hours everyday, you may spend the rest of the time doing as you wish.   But remember…stay away from the South East side….”

“why?” Asked a random girl in the audience.

“It’s boring there…” Was all Riley said shrugging a bit.  “That and there seems to be an intradimensional portal there ever since the mayday disaster…*SLAP*  okay I’m lying.” Riley was firmly smacked against the back of the head by Riley with a rolled up newspaper.  “On your schedules should be your room number and as we are limited on space several hundred of you shall be sharing rooms with our regular students.  That being said enjoy your selves….and STAY AWAY FROM THE SOUTH EAST SIDE!!!” *SLAP!!!* “Ow…”

“This… is going to be interesting.”  Was all Synthea could say.

----The Next Day----



“Good morning and welcome to Polymorphic’s 201.  I’ll like totally be your instructor today dudettes, heh heh.”  Professor Floosh announced scratching his shaggy light yellow hair.  Floosh was composed of light yellow almost translucent slime and had gleaming orange eyes, he stood about 6 foot 2 and was half naked only wearing a pair of board shorts and flip flops he had materialized.  He spoke with the twang and style of a classic surfer dude and this style fitted his place of work quite well, the place of work being located in Edgeville a small Californian town famous for its infamously high waves.  “Now, like girls where did you teach leave off?”  Professor Floosh asked sitting cross legged underneath a large and wide palm tree.  Over his crossed legs was a light blue surf board which he perpetually waxed with a third tendril that he had form out of his chest, leaving his other two hands open.  In front of him stood /sat and bounced just over 30 slime girls including: Synthea, Icky the ooze girl, Aquala, a rather unamused Ernie McDoogal, Steela, Mercury, Ally, Angie, Tar Baby, Electrolyte and Quicksilver.

“Oh, oh! Oh pick me!!!” Icky waved her purple and pink hand in the air wildly trying to gain Mr. Floosh’s attention.  He ignored her however because of his over all dislike of chubby/fat girls, instead he turned his attention to Quicksilver.

“You, the totally wicked shiny one with the pony tail that isn’t cut off.” Professor Floosh said pointing towards Quicksilver.

“Grrrr…” Steela shooked a metallic fist and stared at the ground in frustration.  The memory of Danielle severing her pony tail still etched in her mind.

“Hrrm?!?”  Mercury motioned to Professor Floosh with a clenched fist the size of a garbage can lid, her way of letting Steela know that she was more then willing to tear Floosh apart for such an incredibly miniscule insult.

“Nah…” Steela shook her head and waved her oversized friends offer down.

“We were working on multiple limb generation… or something with four arms.”  Quicksilver replied scratching her metallic chin as she attempted to remember her last class.

“Dude! Are you seriously ever going to need a third leg?  It’ll just totally get in the way when your riding the gnarly breaks today when we hit the beach!!!”  Professor Floosh said as he finished waxing his board and got back up onto his feet.

“Your kidding right?” Synthea asked raising a mint green eyebrow with a questioning expression.  “I mean, you still need to teach our class.”

“And what better learning environment then the splendor of the ocean?”  Electrolyte replied happily nodding her head up and down causing her electric yellow pig tails to flop to and fro.

“But, what could we possibly do—tHERE IS MANY THHHIINGS WE CAAAAN DO THEIR!!!” Synthea’s speech suddenly became almost mechanical sounding and her mouth contorted back and forth as though controlled by another.  In fact she was being controlled by another.  Electrolyte to be exact, apparently she could electronically disrupt and control simple organisms and slime is just about as simple as you can get.

Everyone…except Aquala: O_o

Synthea: Splah…what was that?

“Anyway…” Professor Floosh began to speak, a bit nervous and awkwardly at first.  “Todays lesson can only be done at the beach anyway so make like ball and roll.” Floosh instructed as his body curled in on itself forming a bright yellow ball.  A yellow tendril flowed out and spouted a set of miniature wheels and a long wide trailer like device to carry his board.  The rest of the class easily morphed into simple ball forms as mastery of simple shapes like balls, cubes and prisms was a necessary requirement to graduate Polymorphic’s 101 in the first place.  A set of eyes and a widened mouth formed on the front of each orb. Under their own power, the girls maneuvered around into a somewhat organized fashion with Floosh leading the pack.  

“Never thought I’d have to go into this form again.” Tar baby said as her blueberry tinted body rolled along, her face just like all the other girls some how stayed in place as the rest of the form rolled.

“Weeeeeeeeeeeee.” Giggled Icky her form was a bit more lumpy then the rest and left behind a trail of pink ooze which Quicksilver promptly rolled into.

“Ick! Ack, what is this crap!!!”  Quicksilver spat out the ooze as it rolled into her form, her eyes grimacing. “Wait I know that taste anywhere! ICKY!!!” Quicksilver begun to roll faster bounced up in the air and came down hard splattering Icky into dozens of bits and pieces.

“Owww-ie.”  Icky moaned as she pulled her pudgy form back together.

“What do you think the professor is planning to teach us at the beach Synthea?”  Angie asked rolling alongside Synthea’s green orb form.

“I don’t know…probably something stupid like surfing.”  Synthea grumbled just as the pack-o-balls rolled out of the school grounds clocking a slightly faster then jogging speed of 25 km’s an hour. (15 miles an hour)

“Neat-o-Torpedo! I love surfing!” Aquala laughed bouncing up and down a few times in joy.

“You can surf, girl?” Tar baby asked as she rolled alongside Angie and Synthea.

“What’s surfing?” Aquala asked her eyes rolling around with a confused expression.

“Groan” Groaned Tar baby, Angie, and Synthea.  Quicksilver however was not paying attention.

“What the…where’s the wine sisters?”  Quicksilver asked as her metallic ball form hoped over a curve.

“I thought they were here already.”  Angie replied looking around.

“Knowing them, their probably up to no good.” Synthea shook her head…erm her eyes….erm her body?






------------------What Red and White are doing----------------


“<HURRY WHITE!!! JUST JUMP!!!>”  Red screamed from the other side of the chasm that ran down 600 straight feet into an abyss. Fire and sulfur lashed out from all other possible angles as hundreds of winged warriors fought above.

“<Its too far!>”  White yelled back eyeing the 10 foot gap.

“<Just stretch!>”

“<Oh yeah.>”  White said throwing herself forward she stretched all the way across to the other side. “LOOK OUT GARGOYLE!!!”  White screamed at the last moment as a hulking winged beast swooped down.

“<NO YOU DON’T!!!>” Red flung both her arms forward at once merging them together and forming a humongous buzz saw she sliced through the gargoyle and brought her arms back around again slicing up a few more attacking goblins.

---------------Back to the rest of the class----------------

“Hey Syntheeeee-ah!!!”  Ally egged on a few balls back, in a bronze-ish silver orb form rolling alongside Steela who was positioned inbetween her two lackeys Mercury and Ally.  Ally had some how stretched her glasses out to fit her ball face.

“Oh bloody hell, not her again.” Angie rolled her eyes.

“YOU SURE YOU EVEN KNOW HOW TO SWIM!!!” Ally taunted snickering a bit.

“And I thought Cleanor was annoying…” Synthea grumbled as she attempted to ignore Ally’s taunting.

“Hey, you even know how to shut the fuck up Bi-atch!” Ernie however was not willing to ignore.  Ernie had been hovering just above Aquala for most the journey but now he floated in front of Ally’s rolling form, hands on his flabby hips.

“Stay out of this fleshy.” Steela hissed, her form rippling a bit with anger.

“Yeah whatever.” Ernie began to float back over to his group.

“HA!!! MUCUS GIRL NEEDS A MIDGET TO BACK HER UP!!!” Ally snorted just as Ernie had turned his back.

“What…did you just call me.” Ernie stopped moving…well he kept up the required 15miles an hour he just didn’t advance any further, his back still turned to the slime girls.

“A DWARF A MIDGET A SHORT FRY SAME THING!!! YA SNACK SIZED FLESHIE!!!” Ally mocked bouncing back and forth hysterically.

“I’m not a midget…” Ernie’s ring sizzled as his body became enveloped in Emerald energy. “I’M FUN SIZE!!!!” Ernie spun 180* Degrees in mid air as he did an arc of energy rippled off of him form into an emerald bull charging straight for Ally.

CHA-CHINK!!!  

A curved shield of silver liquid metal came up in-between the bull and Ally, glistening in the sun the, the silver metal flowed down to Steela whom had semi deformed from her orb form into her humanoid form, her body flowing down into a still rabidly spinning ball.  “I told you to stay out of our affairs Fleshy…”  Steela repeated furrowing her brow.

“YOU WANA FUCK WITH ME BITCH YOU WANA GET IN MY WAY!!! I’LL SHOW YOU WHAT HAPPENS WHEN PEOPLE GET IN GL’S WAY!!!” Ernie shouted his pupils becoming irradiated with his power rings energy.  Pushing harder against Steela’s barrier his ion energy began to hum louder as Steela’s shield began to crack.

“Errrrg.” Steela winced in pain as she felt herself beginning to give way.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!!! Dude’s! Stop with all the violence!  We’re almost there.”  Professor Floosh rolled over as fast as he could to break up the fight.  “You, you’re supposed to be watching Aquala right?”  

“Yeah, so what homes?” Ernie asked pulling the emerald energy back into his power ring.  Shooting a spiteful glare towards Steela and Ally.

“So maybe you should like, be stopping Aqua-chick from rolling off into that crowd of tourists, dude.”  Professor Floosh retorted motioning to Aquala who was doing just as he had described. Giggling as she bounced away from the rest of the group on to a sidewalk choked with tourists moving up and down among the shops (the rest of the class was bouncing along the road amongst cars.) she bashed into a middle aged couple, knocking the balding Hispanic looking man down.  

“Ack! The ORBS THEY’VE COME FOR ME REBECCA!!! DON’T LET THEM GET YOU!!! RUN FIND A SAFE PLACE!!! GET AWAY GET AWAY!!!” The man hollered running around in  circles trying to peel Aqualas rubbery body off of his face.

“TEVON!!! You ruin EVERYTHING we do!  Ya Yahtz! We come down to California for a simple vacation and you wind up with a slime boy all over your face. What is with you already!”  Rebecca yelled back, she had long brown hair and brown eyes, stood a mere 4 feet 10 inches and was wearing a tacky white tourist T-Shirt with the words EDGEVILLE drawn on in hot pink neon letters.  A star of David necklace dangles from her neck a single cigarette hung from her lips.

“HEY DANNY’S DADDY!!!” Aquala giggled peeling herself off of Tevon and reforming into her humanoid form, the rest of her class all the while just getting farther and farther away. Aquala sprang backwards and wrapped her aqua blue gelatinous arms around Tevon hoisting him up in a huge hug.  

“Wow-e! I’m beginning to really like this town!”  Tevon remarked as his face was pressed into Aqualas perpetually jiggling boobs.

“THAT’s MY JOB ISHMAL (I don’t know why she’s quoting Moby Dick either.)!!!”

SWAT-A!!!

Rebecca whipped her light blue hand bag across the back of Aqualas head surprisingly actually creating a reaction. Immediately after receiving the mighty  hand bagged blow, Aquala collapsed to the ground into a puddle for a few seconds before rising halfway back up rotating around her base in a dizzy motion.  “Whoaaaa...” Aquala’s eyes rolled around her liquid-gel head.

“HA!!! Mrs. Daroshay, your flatter den the Saskatchewan!”  Ernie mocked floating over to Aquala and the two tourists. He was lying on his side in midair in much the same manner as the ancient greeks, he had even formed a reclining couch with his power ring.

“YOU CALL THIS FLAT BUCK-O!” Rebecca spun around the face Ernie directly and indeed she was not flat at all, anything but.

“Buh, buh, Boobs, big…how is that…boobs?” Ernie was dumbfounded, he had met Dan’s mother on several occasions and every time he had made it his duty to check her out, just for kicks.  And every time he had dually noted her extraordinarily small…well you know.

“Now, darned if I know how you people know who we are or who our son is, but I’m going to have to ask you kids to leave.”  Tevon requested having re-gathered himself and his thoughts which really wasn’t saying much.

“No, no wait hold on just one second dog, I’m still trying to figure out how ol’ Mrs. Daroshay got herself those fucken bazoongas.” Ernie replied twirling around Rebecca in midair. “Ring, bio scan.”  Ernie commanded raising his clenched fist towards Rebecca a beam of emerald light shined forth rushing along Rebecca’s body before flying back into the power ring.  “LIST.   Let’s see here…” Ernie spoke to himself as he read down a holographic list of substances and chemicals, all the while he hastily dodged swat after swat from Rebecca’s handbag. “AHA!!! 20% Silicone!!!” Ernie howled doing cartwheels in mid-air.

“THEY WERE A GIFT!!!” Rebecca was about to explode, letting out all her anger and frustration she took a final swing, this time her hand bag met its mark, and Ernie flew…more then usual. “Come on Tevon, lets leave this filthy street.” Rebecca reached up and grabbed Tevon by the collar and started dragging him away, the cigarette in her mouth bobbing all along the way.

“Can we go to the beach?” Tevon asked innocently waving goodbye to Aquala.

“Yeah sure, we’ll go to the beach, whatever.  Just to get away from these mutant punks.” Rebecca snorted walking off towards the hotel.

----Back with the Class-----

“Wait, where’s  Aquala now?”  Synthea asked looking left and right.  Synthea along with the rest of the girls had finally arrived at the beach.  It was a long 8 km (approx. 6 mile) stretch of rolling sand that went downwards 136 feet before meeting the cool waters of the Pacific Ocean.  Being the middle of July, the beach was more or less crowded with families, couples and joggers, with dozens of umbrellas and beach towels dotting the landscape.  

“Like heck I know.” Electrolyte shrugged lying on her back on a beach towel she had form out of excess yellow slime residing in her puddle feet.  Electrolyte had also formed a bikini of sorts much like 80% of the rest of the class.  Steela and her gang hung around back clearly avoiding the water for obvious reasons. The second Angie had eyed the ocean she instinctively broke into a wild dash for the waters only to be caught around the waist by Professor Floosh’s elongated right arm.  Toeing her back in Floosh kindly directed the watery British slime to sit and calm down.

“Today’s weather report: Sunny and not a damn cloud in da’ sky.” Tarbaby smirked reclining back on a self made violet beach chair.  3 other slime girls had joined into a beach volley ball game and were dominating the entire game with inhuman ease, quickly their human counterparts got annoyed with their obvious disadvantage and shooed the slime girls away.

“Hey look gang, Volley….ball…” Synthea’s tone began to slow down and become more and more dreary as she began to remember who they had lost just two days ago.  It would be awhile before Synthea could bring herself to play one of her favorite sports again.  This was generally the scene for the first five minutes, Floosh constantly checked a special waterproof clip-watch attached to his board and made sure no girls got off to far.  Finally on the fifth minute her formed a large whistle out of his middle and index fingers and gave a loud holler.  Nearly every single slime girl immediately turned to the direction of their instructor and gathered together around him.

“We’ll we’ve been bummin’ round the beach for the last couple of min’s.  So by now, most of you dudettes ought to be getting the shrinking feeling anytime now.” Floosh began to lecture motioning to his students who had indeed shrunk to at least 90% their original size, with the exceptions of the liquid metal girls of course.  

“Woooo, shrink, shrink , shrink a dink!” Izzy giggled poking her still bloated purple and pink striped belly.

“Hey! Like quiet in the back lardy girl dude!  Go eat some fries if your going to totally interrupt my lecture, shaaa.” Professor Floosh remarked glaring as only a beach bum could glare in Icky’s direction.  “Now, any guesses to why the radical shrink wave is happening?” Floosh asked swatting a gull away from his board.  Synthea and Electrolyte both raised
their hands at the exact same moment. “Yeah! That’s what I like to see! Let’s go with the yellow one first.  Radical hair by the way.”  Floosh selected, pointing to Elly’s triple pony tails.

“As the temperatures rise, our water bases have been evaporating?” Electrolyte asked tipping her round glasses.

“Shaaa, noooo!  But maybe….Nooooooooooo!!!”  Floosh replied. “Green girl your up.”

“The reason we’re “shrinking” is because the sand is absorbing our liquid forms, I.E: We are sinking very slowly into quicksand.” Synthea suggested motioning with her hands to emphasis specific points.

“Correct a moon-go!” Floosh congratulated, clapping his hands down on his Board like a bongo drum, the blue surf board was of course still resting between his crossed legs as usual.  “Now, can anybody guess how you can get your mass back?”  Floosh asked crossing both his yellow arms temporarily.

“We gotta suck it back up!” Icky announced out of turn, not even bothering to raise her hand up, thus once again getting on Floosh’s typically ultra cool nerves.  

“BOGUS!  Like what did I tell you about being quiet?  Go eat some fries, come on now!  Your lesson’s over!  You’ve been beached tubby.” Floosh pulled out a five dollar bill from a secret compartment in his board and with one long stretch of a yellow slimy arm he handed the money over to Icky who just stared at it for a few seconds.  

“Why is Cher on the five dollar bill?” Icky asked in a rare example of proper grammar.

“Don’t question the mighty power of overlord Cher... Sonny bless her soul.” A bright green slime girl with thorns on her back squealed. Icky just turned around and walked off.

“So anyone else got any ideas?”  Floosh asked returning to his calm demeanor.  

“Couldn’t we just suck it back up?” Quicksilver asked with a grin.

“BOSS!” Floosh nodded encouragingly.

“But yooze said—“

“FRIES!!!”

“Ohhhh…” Icky slowly continued up the beach to the snack bar.

“Now, here’s the tricky part girls, how do you like “Suck” up small droplets of yourself when they’ve become intertwined with like a ga-zillion grains of sand?  It’s totally noob stuff girls, just concentrate real hard and try to get as much of your mass back as quickly as jah can.  You’d better be wicked swift too or else you’ll totally end up stuck in dah sand!” Floosh continued to explain the day’s lesson.  “The purpose of this exercise to is to increase the control of distanced droplets, that way you’ll totally be able to do more intricate polymorphic tasks for surez!” Floosh finished his short lecture and motioned his students to get to work while he paced around the group tracking their progress.

“Psh, Floosh is right about one thing.” Electrolyte smirked with a cocky smile, she cracked her fingers with a satisfying electric crackle, closed her eyes and burst into a bright bolt of pure electricity.  The sand beneath her electric form began to crackle and gleam as bits of energy burst out of the sand and into Electrolytes slowly growing form.  Finally the trickle of energy stopped and in a second flash of light she reverted back to her slime girl form. “Heh, now that I know the rules of the game, controlling my mass should be easier then stomping on Goombas.”

“Hmf…show off.” Quicksilver grumbled as she tried with all her might to pull her bits of lost liquid metal back out of the sand.  “Grrrr, stupid heavy, worthless metal… UP! FLOW UP!!!” Quicksilver while being composed of liquid metal is a lot more “runny” then the average liquid metal girl and due to her ignorance to the after effects of lounging about sand, a few ounces of Quicksilver had seeped into the sand as well. Suddenly she paused,“I’ve got an idea…” Quicksilver said to her self, stepping a few feet back and making sure to keep her body more solid then usual Quicksilver bent over and shifted her right arm into a construction shovel and the her left arm into a large strainer.  Moving at super speed Quicksilver quickly (Heh…) began to dig up a crater of sand each scoop immediately being strained through her left shifted arm, every bit of liquid metal clanged a bit in the strainer before melding back into the rest of Quicksilver, till she was completely whole again.  “Ha! Hows that for creativity.”

“Like, do it again dude…” Floosh commented   shaking his shaggy yellow hair back and forth. “That totally doesn’t count.”

“WHAT!!! But this is impossible!” Quicksilver retorted shaking her fists in the air as they shifted back into…well…fists.

“Not if you just open your mind young slimeling.”  Floosh replied waving his arms in a psycadelic fashion.  He then just wandered off again.  “Hey has anybody seen that little human dude and that Aqua chick around?  I took them down for attendance.”  Floosh asked towards the rest of the class.

“Uh…” Synthea shifted her head back and forth in directions that no normal human being could fathom. The other girls looked around for a bit too but neither Aquala or her temporary care taker Ernie Mcdoogal could be seen anywhere.

“I wouldn’t worry about it mate.  If she’s still with Ernie she’s in capable hands.” Angie blatently lied.  Quite honestly she didn’t want to see class cancelled just because the little jerk couldn’t keep track of Lilian.

“Sorry, aquafenia dudette, but that dude’s a kook, I’d be awfully irresponsible if I just let them skip my class wouldn’t I.”  Floosh asked raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, but…look at…THAT SWELL!!” Synthea pointed to the ocean where indeed a huge series of waves was rushing towards the jetty.  

“RIGHTEOUS!!!” Floosh kicked up his blue surfboard with an ecstatic glee, shifted his feet into a set of wheels and spun off for the ocean…but then paused half way. “Hold on one second green dudettes, your just trying to distract me.” Floosh relised stopping mid point.

“C’mon man, it’s the big Kahuna!!!” yelled a well tanned teenage boy to the rest of his buddys whom were all rushing for the water.  “ITS TOTALLY MONDO!!!”

“HOLD IT JC!!! I still gotta get me suit on!” Yelled one of his co patriots.

“Yo! Floosh dude, you coming?” JC asked Floosh as he rushed pass the professor, whom was apparently quite notable amongst the local surfing community for a variety of reasons but mostly because of his wicked sick hot dogging techniques.

“I, I…. SURFS UP BRO!!!” Floosh finally snapped his legs broke into a pattern resembling that of the road runner as he dashed to the beach shifted on a wet suit and a pair of board flippers and began stroking out to sea.

“Wow…”  Was all Electrolyte was able to say as she watched her supposabley learned instructor rush off to the beach like a typical beach bum.  “Should I fry em?”

“YES!” Steela replied with a big metallic smile across her face.

SPLORT

“No… we won’t be having any of that.” Synthea said as she enlarged and encased Steela in a thick slimy orb with her right arm.

“Oh come on…just a little zap…” electrolyte moaned twiddling her fingers a bit, sparks of energy flicking off each digit.  She stared off at Floosh with an annoyed expression, UNKNOWN FACT: Electrolyte really dislikes jocks.

“We’ve got classes in five minutes anyway.” Synthea replied struggling to contain Steela’s struggling form. “Could you?” Synthea motioned to the perpetually aggravated liquid metal girl whom had morphed into a giant mace and mace violently attempting to break out of her slimy prison.

“Whatever.” Electrolyte charged herself up, teleported into the orb then teleported out above the PRSPB (Professor Riley’s School for Polymorphic Boys)…200 feet above.  Electrolyte then simply teleported back to the beach this time without Steela.  “Well looks like we’ve got a new way to get rid of her hu---“  Electrolyte was bashed across the side of the face with such force that he head was literally ripped off her body.  Standing behind her was the towering colossus of liquid metal known only as Mercury.

“YELLOW GIRL MAKE STEELA GO AWAY!!!  WHERE STEELA GO!!! WHERE STEELA GO!!!” Mercury’s questioning was more or less pointless as Electrolyte found it quite difficult to reply when being pummeled repeatedly by the Polymorphic answer for the INCREDBILE HULK.   Mercury continued to pummel Electrolyte into the sand causing bits of Electrolyte to break apart and the sand to cave into the shape of a crater.  

“Oh this day just keeps getting better and better.” Angie mumbled sarcastically turning towards the street, Angie along with the majority of the class headed back to the school for the second-mini-class of the day.  Which in this case would be…



-------------In the main building of the PRSPB---------------

“ALRIGHT YOU MAGGOTS!!!” Shouted a bald headed slime man, why he was bald is anyones guess.  I suppose you could say he was bald namely for the persona he was trying to get across, this persona was blatantly that of a drill sergeant.  He was a deep green color of slime with tan camouflage like patches markings all across his body, we was dressed in a set of futuristic body armor comprising of a: round chest armor piece of about 5 feet in width and 4 feet in height, with a power jewel in the center with several deep etchings along the face plate of it. On his shoulders were large fold away plasma canons and a miniature railgun was strapped to his back. To really push the stereotype a cigar hung from his lips.  “THIS IS ADVANCED WEAPONS TRAINING 101! FOR THE NEXT 22 MINUTES I SHALL BE YOUR INSTRUCTOR!  CAN I HEAR A SEARGENT!!!”

The entire class: O_O O.o o.O o_O -.-

“ IF YOU WERE IN THE GULF WITH ME AND MY MEN BACK IN 91’ I’D HAVE YOU STRADDLED FOR YOUR LACK OF RESPECT FOR AUTHORITY!!! NOW DROP AND GIVE ME 10!”  Mr. Crumps ranted smashing an armor fist hard onto his desk in front of the class.  The rest of the class either out of fear or just plain confusion dropped to the ground and in a variety of ways shape shifted into the number ten. “THAT HAS TO BE THE LAMEST!!! CORNIEST STUNT IVE EVER SEEN!!! WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE!?!?! SCRIPTED!”  bit of tan and green slime spat out of Crumps mouth as he shouted. “YOU!!! YOU’RE THE ONLY STUDENT WHO DIDN’T EMBARRASS HERSELF WITH THIS RIDICULOUS STUNT!!! WHATS YOUR NAME!?!” Crumps asked/shouted pointing to the back of the class to a dark slime girl with stingy yellow eyes, burst blood vessels all across her body, and dripping droplets of grey, the ground directly underneath her glowed with an eery red glow. A single cigerrette dangled between her index finger and her thumb.

“Dora Hedrah.” Dora grumbled rolling her eyes at the ridiculous nature of her own name. “I didn’t flop on the ground like everyone else because it looks stupid…”

“YOU SEE!!! THAT’S THE EXAMPLE YOU PUSS GIRLS SHOULD BE FOLLOWING!!! SEE HOW SHE RESPECTS AUTHORITY!” Crumps rambled shaking an oversized thumb in Dora’s direction.

“Hack, Cough.” Dora was startled by this sudden claim, respect authority? WTF, she was totally goth! Who was this joker, Dora thought as she coughed up a piece of black and brown flem.

“Sir…” Jade raised her hand. “That’s Treacherous D, she really doesn’t give a fuc—“

“WATCH YOUR MOUTH GREENY!!! THIS GIRL OUR TOP STUDENT AND YOUR ALREADY INSULTING HER!!! THAT CLASS IS ENVY!!! AND ENVY IS A POWERFUL TOOL IN WAR! SPEAKING OF WAR! LET ME INTRODUCE YOU TO THE SWALTZA 5000X!”  Crumps brought up from behind his desk a large rectangular gun with several gears and mechanisms built into it. A large scope was attached to the front with several robotic claws twitching away at flips and toggles on the gun. “CAPABLE OF ALMOST VAPOURISING AN ENTIRE CITY BLOCK! THIS IS THE PREMIER LIGHT WEAPON AGAINST THE ENEMY! AND THE ENEMY IS EVERYWHERE….EVVEEEEERRYWHERE!!!”

“Wow looks like we just found the perfect match for Mrs. Douper.” Quicksilver remarked as she leaned back in her desk to such an extent that her pony tail actually jutted into the head of the girl behind her.

“Who exactly is this enemy?” Icky asked with a curious tone, from the front of the class.

“THE ENEMY IS WHOEVER I DAMN WELL SAY IT IS! The ENEMY IS THE ONE WHO THREATENS OUR WAY OF LIFE BE IT REDS, NAZIS’, COMMIES, MUSLIMS, TERRORISTS, CANADA, OR GIANT BIRDS FROM A FAR AWAY PLANET! THE ENEMY IS WHO EVER THE HELL YOUR GOVERNMENT SAYS IT IS, AND IF YOU EVEN QUESTION THEIR LOGIC SO HELP YOU GOD YOUR NOT A SOLDIER, BUT THE ENEMY YOURSELF!!!!” Mr. Crumps rambled maniacally smashing his fists again and again on the desk and the black board in an outward display of raw emotion and aggression. “NOW BACK TO THE SWALTZA 5000X!” Crumps stepped back over to the side table where he had placed down the advanced weapon of destruction. “WE ENTER THE HOLOCRONIC BATTLE FIELD FOR YOUR FIRST PRACTICE IN 3 MINUTES.  SO CONSIDER THIS YOUR PREBRIEFING.” Mr. Crumps began to actually lecture as he picked up the heavy rectangular gun and began cranking one of the many miniature cranks and levers installed on the gun itself. It made a rather disturbing klick crack smoosh kilck sound begging the question of what the hell was the smoosh sound coming from? “THE SWALTZA 5000X REQUIRES 36 FULL ROTATIONS OF THE REAR CRANK FOR A FULL CHARGE, 316 CRANKS FOR A SERIES OF BLASTS.  SERIES IS COMPOSED OF, TWENTY FIVE INDIVIDUAL BLASTS, EACH FULLY CAPABLE OF LEVELING A SKYSCRAPER BY TARGETING THE BASE.  BEFORE IGNITING A PIMK CHARGE, YOU MUST MAKE IT ABSOLOUTLY NECESSARY TO DISCHARGE THE CONVOLSION CLIP AND READY THE STAGNETO CORTEX, WHICH YOU SHOULD HAVE LEARNED IN PREVIOUS CLASSES, SECONDLY INSURE YOU ARE ATLEAST 50 FEET AWAY FROM YOUR SELECTED TARGET AND TOO—“  

“Hey, Dora are you following any of this?”  Quicksilver whispered across her desk and two other desks back to Dora.

“Oye, so now you want to talk to me?” Dora asked with a dry tone which included a slight hint of annoyance. She was indeed speed writing notes from Mr. Crumps long list of annoying/confusing instructions on how to operate the impossibly destructive equipment he handled on a damn near constant basis.

“Come on Dora, don’t be a prick!  Just lend me your notes after class Quicksilver whispered in a light but clearly frustrated tone.  

“Right, and all those times you wouldn’t invite me to any of your little “Room Partys”  or “sleepovers?” Dora question with a somewhat sarcastic tone, she twiddled her black and grey fingers with every set of comma’s I’ve typed down. “All those times you’ve avoided me and mock me and I should just help you now? Don’t be absurd.”

“You, you, you wouldn’t of liked them.  People like you hate social stuff like that right?” Quicksilver said, trying to make up a decent excuse.  all she succeeded in doing was rub proverbial salt in Dora’s aching wounds.

“Maybe we only hate social stuff like that because no one ever invites us.  Because the people at these gatherings are ignorant, short sighted, self absorbed jocks.” Dora whispered back, the anger from her words dripping off much like the majority of the girls in the room.  Her white writing gloves began to dissolve as her body exude more purple colored toxins then normal. “God damn it.” She whispered under her breath reaching into her bag and pulling out a new set.

“Oh so now I’m the ignorant self centered one am I!?!” Quicksilver unintentionally blurted out attracting the attention of a certain war loving instructor.

“SILENCE YOU COCKY SILVER SURFER WANA BE.  HOW DARE YOU YELL AT THIS CLASSES BEST STUDENT WHAT DID SHE EVER DO TO YOU?” Mr. Crumps questioned shaking a fist in Quicksilvers direction

“She wanted to borrow some notes.” Dora replied taking a drag from her cigarette.

“WELL OF COURSE SHE DID! A LAZY GOOD FOR NOTHING GIRL LIKE HER WOULD! TRYING TO TAKE ADVANTAGE THE ONLY ONE OF YOU LOWLY MAGGOTS EVEN GIVING A DAMN ABOUT WHAT I’M SAYING! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO OUT IN THE FIELD IF YOU CAN’T EVEN LISTEN TO THE ORDERS OF YOUR SUPERIOR!  YOU!!!” Mr. Crumps pointed directly at Quicksilver. “YOU’VE JUST EARNED YOURSELF 3 HOURS WORTH OF DETENTION CLEANING MY EQUIPMENT LOCKERS!!!” Mr. Crumps commanded.

“Hey Mr.yelling man!” Icky waved in Krumps general direction. “I took down notes toooo!” Icky smiled displaying a piece of lined paper with a few words poorly written down in purple crayon, a few caricatures of Icky’s fellow students and instructors dotted the pages amongst other scribbles. Mr. Crumps stepped over to her desk, which wasn’t an especially large feat seeing as Icky had picked a desk in the front of the class.  Violently swatting the note from Icky’s oozing purple and pink hands he began to gleam over it.

“YOU CALL THESE NOTES!!! I CALL THIS A DOGS BREAKFAST!!!” Crumps complained waving the piece of paper in front of himself with such vigor that it began to rip along the edges.

“Noooo your rippin’ it!” Icky squealed her pudgy fingers cringing towards the paper.  

“SUN SHINE AND LOLLY POPS!!! THIS IS DISGUSTING!?! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU EVEN TAKING ADVANCED WEAPONS TRAINING!?!” Mr. Crumps asked with an intimidating glare down to Icky, his 6,5 height made him especially scary…if the multiple weapons located across his body wasn’t enough.  He then angrily  smacked the paper back down on Icky’s desk and crossed his arms waiting for a reply.

“But… I…you, you ruined my pictures…” Icky began to sob, pink tears streaming down her face, her form began to melt a bit as the emotions began to take ahold of her.

“GET THIS MORON OUT OF MY SIGHT!!!” Mr. Crumps grumbled as he motioned two slimeboys in uniform whom melted out of the shadows to carry Icky
still-crying-her-eyes-out away.

“NOW THAT YOU HAVE BEEN INSTRUCTED IN THE METHODS TO OPERATE THE SWALTZKA 5000X!  PREPARE TO ENTER THE HOLOCRON ROOM!” Mr. Crumps continued to shout this out as he stepped away from his desk to the far right hand side of the class room.  Against the wall was an large titanium pressure locked door with a 128 digit code index.  Crumps began spinning the over dozens of dials with both his hands and the miniature robotic claws attached to his suit.  “THE HOLOCRON IS A STATE OF THE ART TRAINING FACILITY! LOVING RIPPED OFF OF THE DANGER ROOM OF X-MEN FAME!  THE KEY DIFFERENCE OF THIS ARTIFICIAL ENVIORMENT IS ITS SIZE.  THE TOTAL SPAN OF THE HOLOCRON ROOM GOES FOR 30 MILES TO THE SOUTH END! 36 MILES TO THE EAST END. TODAYS, WITH A TOTAL HEIGHT OF 1200 YARDS!” Crumps explained as he wound down the last of the dials for the code.  The rest of the class had at this point left their desks and filed in around they’re ever shouting, cigar chomping instructor.  “TODAY’S EXERCISE WILL TAKE PLACE IN A SIMULATION OF WAR TORN LONDON, ENGLAND CIRCA 2036! THE SIMULATED ENEMY SHALL NUMBER IN THE HUNDREDS BUT THEY WILL BE LIGHTLY ARMED SAVE FOR A FEW TANKS, RUMBLERS, AND HOVER BIKES and GUN PLATFORMS!   YOUR WEAPON, THE SWALTZKA 5000X, SHOULD BE MORE THEN ENOUGH TO TAKE DOWN ANY OF THESE ENEMIES. POLYMORPHIC ABILITIES ARE ALLOWED BUT THEY ARE FROWNED UPON AND SHALL BRING YOUR TOTAL AVERAGE DOWN BY A MAXIMUM DECLINE OF, 45%!”  Crump clamped both his arms down onto the  swiveling pressure locked door and begun to turn it around, as he did a gaseous vapor smelling of ozone slowly creeped in, a light blue light broke through the slowly opening crack of the door. “YOUR   SWALTZKAS WILL BE ON YOUR RIGHT, AND INDIVIDUAL OX-GONE PISTOLS WILL BE ON YOUR LEFT, THEY ARE FOR EMERGENCY CLOSE RANGE COMBAT ONLY AND ONLY HAVE A CHARGE TO LAST 30 CONSEQUTIVE SHOTS.” The door finally begun to swing open at a greater speed revealing a flat glowing film of blue light with the consistency of plastic wrap. “GO, GO, GO, GO, GO!!!” Crump motioned to the door with his fist and a flapping liquid hand, the girls still over whelmed by their down right scary instructor rushed head long in through the blue wall and out into a grey tunnel.

“So, we sticking together?”  Quicksilver asked a still teary eyed Icky.  

“Really? You wana team up with meee?” Icky asked inbetween sniffles.

“Of course, we are friends now after all.” Quicksilver replied with a silver smile.

“Yeee!!! I can’t believe it! This is going to be so fun!” Icky cried clapping her purple and pink hands together, bit of slime falling away with each clap.

“PSYCHE!!!” Quicksilver laughed grabbing her Swaltzka off the rack and strapping it onto her back.  “Like I’d really want to hang out with your flabby ass!” Quicksilver snagged two pistols and pocketed them into holsters that she form out of her waist. “C’mon Jade lets go.” Quicksilver continued to laugh as she, Jade and another two girls from her physed class rushed down the tunnel.

“Oooh…*Sniff*” Icky moaned a bit, wiped away a few tears from her pink eyes and readjusted her glasses. “Dora?”

“Screw off.  I don’t need anyones help, especially not yours.”  Dora remarked as she lit another cigarette dangling from her mouth.  She then proceeded to grab two Swaltka’s and four pistols.  Forming a set of holsters on her back and around her hips Dora pocketed the weapons and headed off down the tunnel.  

“Okay! Maybe next time?” Icky called off as Dora disapeered into the distance.

“Not a chance!” Dora replied just as her voice and form faded away. Icky continued to stand their for a few seconds as the last of the girls picked up their weapons and headed out.  

“See…No body want’s you…nobody cares about you…” The familiar insidious voice of a certain purple monster started to fade into Ickys ears.

“No, Quicksilver just wants to work with her friends and Dora likes to be alone, that’s all.” Icky retorted trying to think clearly and ignore her father.  She reached for Swaltzka of her own.  

“You saved their lives, but they still don’t REsssssss-pect you. THEIR ALL INGRATES!” Ivan floated around dark smoke billowing out of his torn up robes. Icky tried to ignore him and pick up her gun but fell forward a bit from the weight.

“This…this is heavier then it looks.” Icky commented as she struggled to stand with the over sized weapon.

“You so pathetically weak… just use the crystal.  Become stronger! Strong enough to DESTROY THEM ALL!!!” Ivan ranted throwing his arms back and summoning forth the dark purple jewel again.

“Just leave me alone…  I can stand up for myself.” Icky grumbled as she struggled to fit a single pistol into herself.

“You’ll have to give in eventually.” Ivan grumbled fading back into the shadows.

“You keep saying that father.  And I’ll keep proving you wrong…” Icky mumbled under her breath as she began to slog her way down to the end of the tunnel.

---------------MEANWHILE!!!!--------------

“Ernnnnnnie!” Aquala squealed flapping her arms up and down. She was half melted up to her chest in a wooden barrow and was being pushed along on a dolly, by Ernie Claus Mcdoogal himself.

“Shhhhh…you’ll ruin everything! Just shut yo mouth and go watery.” Ernie whispered as he maneuvered the barrel through crowded streets.

“Shouldn’t I be in class?” Aquala asked as her light blue form grew increasingly pale and transparent.  She then slumped down into the barrel as her mass finished switching from Liqui-gel to pure water.

“Hell No! What you going to learn their that Mr. Mcdoogal can’t teach!”  Ernie replied as he maneuvered the barrel filled with liquefied Aquala into the back alley of a night club, on the front of the nightclub a big white sign read:--WET T-SHIRT DANCE PARTY! TONIGHT!!! Enjoy our new sprinkler systems.—“Now remember when I say press the trigger I want you to go nuts. Like crazy ass 50 cent FREAKED!!!” Ernie rambled as he raised the barroll and himself up onto the roof of the night club.

“Why?” Aquala asked with a baby like voice.

“Because I’ll need a distraction, girl!” Ernie replied melting the lock of the roof top access door off. He then continued to roll the dolly carrying Aquala and her barrel into the top floor of the night club, well not so much the top floor as the matienance area. Here he began to use his limited plumbing skills to reroute the water supply for the over head sprinklers.  Into Aquala’s barrel.  “Heh, heh, heh…this shit is going to be the bananas!”

------------BACK TO THE SCHOOL AT CHEMISTRY 201------------

Mr.Dwyer the official head of the science department of the school paced back and forth inbetween the rows of his class room, his body was composed of a dark navy blue slime, his hair tied back into a short pony tail.  He stood about 5 foot 8 and wore a bright white lab coat.  And carried a check list in his right arm. Slowly he slid across the clean white floors of his class room towards Synthea and Angie’s table where they were working together as lab partners to complete a quick lab experiment. Synthea head formed a labcoat and a set of large black framed round glasses very similar to that of her old instructor while Angie was nervously attempting to heat up a test tube under a Bunsen burner.

“So what have we got here…Synthea.  This certainly doesn’t look like the rest of the girls experiments.” Dwyer began as he kneeled down and watched as the light blue fluid began to bubble and change its color and consistency onto that of orange jelly.

“We are attempting to put my theory of poly carbines and flubion into action.” Synthea muttered as she took down notes and held out a beaker for Angie to pour the orange gunk into.

“Attempting to create a better cold fusion are we?” Dwyer chuckled as he examined some of Synthea’s notes, which would resemble to any normal human being, the workings of a mad man.  But to an experienced scientist like Dwyer, it was complete and total genius. “But what if the poly carbines diminish at an exponential rate.  Then what will you do?”

“No worries their mate.” Angie began to explain as Synthea was in Hyper Thought mode IE: shuts off all outside distractions and concentrates completely on the task at hand, in this case analyzing the orange solution.  “You see that’s where the flubion comes in.  It creates a degree of friction that prevents almost all diminishment of the Poly Carbines thus allowing it to reach excessive speeds without loss of over all power.” Angie explained reading directly off of Synthea’s notes.

“The numbers are excedding the predictions Angie , get my a fluoresce canister! IMMEDIATELY!!!” Synthea announced with  a very much worried expression crossing her face. “This is bad.”

“uh…Whats a flour-essence?” Angie asked as the orange jell began to glow and become more and more paler by the second, a shallow vmmmmm sound began to fill the room, steadily growing louder.

“Wait are you saying that the flubion is accelerating the Poly-Carbine!?!” O_O Dwyer asked nervously as he eyed the glowing beaker.

“I’LL EXPLAIN LATER!! JUST GET ME A Fluoresce Canister!!!” Synthea cried out as she ran around the room opening cabinents looking for the canister she needed so badly.

“I think I keep a spare in my desk!”  Dwyer replied as she rushed over to his desk pulled out a steel tall steel can that resembled a thermos.  With one long stretch of his right arm he swung it across the class into Angies awaiting hands.
“POUR IT IN!!! DON’T DADDLE NOW!!!”  Angie complied immediately.  Taking up the beaker she hastily poured to now amber colored gunk into the lid of the Fluoresce Canister and quickly swiveled the lid shut.  At this point most of the students in the class had turned their attention to the drama occurring at Synthea and Angies desk.  “CLASS! EXPAND AND ENVELOPE THE CANISTER IMMEDIATELY!!” Dwyer announced as he pulled off his lab boat kicked off the ground and expanded his form out and in till he resembled one huge navy blue towel.  Angie followed suit and wrapped herself around the canister.  Dwyer folded himself around Angie, Synthea folded herself around Dwyer and about 20 other girls followed along till one huge bulbous ball of slimey humanity rolled back and forth in the center of the class room.

BAWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO F!!!!  

An explosion followed by a shockwave spread out from the ball causing all of the beakers  and test tubes in the room to shatter.  Slowly the numerous slime girls flopped off and landed on the ground, some melting into puddles others just flopping around a bit as their bodies tried to deal with the excessive vibrations.  Finally enough girls fell away till it was just Synthea, Angie and Professor Dwyer.  Well that is of course relatively speaking considering Angie was vaporized, Synthea had been blown apart into numerous pieces and the Professor had fallen away into a navy blue puddle.

“Groan…I think….we can say that was a failure, huh Angie?  Angie?” Synthea looked around for her british friend…but she was no where to be seen.  “ANGIE!?!”


------------------------MEANWHILE---------------------

“TARGET THE BRIDGE!” Quicksilver ordered pointing towards none other then the world famous London Bridge…cept this London bridge was dotted with dozens of machine gun turrets and a good few hover bikes.  Quicksilver began to charge up his Swaltzka 5000X for series fire mode.  This of course took 316 rotations and most students were not even bothering with it.   

The landscape that laybefore the girls was that of a living hell.  The sky was covered I grey clouds that were tinted blood red by the fires that rose up from the ruined city of London.  Big Ben’s clock had been blown out and was not used as a strategic point by Quicksilver and her small team of 5 slime girls.  Of course each of these girls packed weaponry with the power of an entire brigade.  Below the tower the city was in chaos bodies littered the streets, slightly futuristic cars were flipped and scattered everywhere like a childs play things.  Skyscrapers which had once stood so tall were now shattered with entire 30 foot high gaps in some of them, within these gaps dozens of snipers waited for unwitting prey to cross their path.  Fires burned everywhere from homes to corpses, the entire place smelled of burned bodies.  And it was in this unforgiving landscape, that the girls of Advanced Weaponry made their stand. Already in the first 15 minutes more then half the class had been taken out mostly be sniper fire of unappropriate use of their Swaltzkas.  It was mostly only teams like Quicksilver and Jade’s team that had ever stood a chance, for the basic reason that a gun that takes a solid minute or two to load and only packs one blast is not exactly handy when your surrounded by battle hardened troops.  

“We take out the bridge, we take out any chance for these bastards to get major troop reinforcements.”  Quicksilver explained as she and 3 of the other girls charged up their Swaltzkas, the other two were on guard near the stairs their pistols at the ready.  

“Are you already forgetting about the ooooh I don’t know…HOVER VEHICLES!?!!” Jade asked in an aggravated tone, she none the less continued to wind up the 316 rotations as quickly as she could.  The plan was a hundred high powered blasts would be more then enough to destroy the bridge.  Theoretically 2 rapid blasts (which are considerably weaker) at long distance would be enough but at this point most of the girls had terrible aim.  

“They only got hover bikes and hover gun platforms, they can’t carry more then 2-3 men at a time per vehicle…didn’t you listen to the briefing?” Quicksilver asked as she begun to wind up another girls gun for her(…super speed is quite helpful that way isn’t it?)

“Let’s just do this thing and get it over…wait, shouldn’t we be at our third class right about now?”  Jade asked referring to the ultra short classes they had been given for the day

“And miss out on this?” Quicksilver laughed as she aimed her Swaltzka for the bridge.  “Okay girls on my mark…3…2…1…FIRE!!!”

BAHBAHBOOOM!!!!

The smell of burning ozone filled Quicksilvers lungs as she struggled to hold a steady stand against the awesome kickback from the gun.

BAH BAH BOOOM BAH BAH BOOOM BAH BOOM BAH BAH BAH BAH BAH BHA BOOOM BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!  Dozens of orbs of bright white lights rained down from the tower hitting cars buildings, boats, and fire hydrants.  However just under a dozen blasts hit actually hit the bridge.  All supports were quickly vaporized in round domes of fire death, as was 25% of the bridge itself. The rest crumbled in on itself and fell into the London Harbor.

“I know what your thinking girls…and please don’t sing it.” Jade remarked rolling her eyes.

“Ah come on…” Quicksilver urged slowly beginning to sing: “London Bridge is falling down, falling---“

“Groooan… come on, lets go kill us somemore Englishmen.” Jade grumbled slinging her gun over her back. One light green slime girl with a single horn jutting from her forehead looked down to the rubble.  

“You…you don’t think we hit any other students with those blasts do you?” She asked with a worried expression.

“Nah! So if we did anyway? It’d narrow down the competition hahahaha!” Quicksilver laughed as she hopped down into the stair well

------------------------Site of a major blast from the clock tower----------------


“Grrrrrr….GOD DAMN IT!!!” Dora shouted as she melted through an especially large pile of rubble, a  pistol in each hand, two fully charged Swaltzka’s were strapped over her shoulders.  Dora grudgingly whipped out her steel canister of camel cigarettes and lighted it with her heat vision.  Drawing it to her mouth she  cocked her pistol turning the safety off and—

“GET ON THE GROUND NOW!!!” Apparently Dora was surrounded.  15 troops had encircled her right after the crash and were now prepared to fire. Each was armed with a heavy automatic weapon and wore slightly futuristic battle armor.

“Fucken hell.” Dora grumbled raising her hands.

“Sarge we have orders to kill on sight!” Mentioned one of the soldiers to another.

“Funny…” Dora muttered taking a long drag on her cigarette. Slowly the large holster on her back holding the Swaltzka’s began to morph.  “So do I.” Dora said in a monotone voice just as an extra set of arms whipped out of her back wielding the Swaltzkas. They fired off in rapid fire mode disintegrating the soldiers and causing the surrounding buildings to collapse. Dora spun in a circular motion as she discharged the over sized guns 10 times each before leaping up onto a piece of falling debris and jogging out of the line of fire into a ruined building.  “<Bastards.>” Dora cursed in Japanese as she wandered around the decrepit building.

“MIKE OVER HERE!!!” Yelled a trooper from a around the corner.

“<why do they always announce themselves?>” Dora asked with a  bit of a sarcastic wry.  She re-shackled her duel Swaltzkas and pulled out her dual pistols.  “<Just like old times.>” Dora remarked as she rushed down the hallway.  She turned the corner and wall-ran along the side of the hall, “GRAH!!!” firing off both pistols at once she took out the first trooper. Crouching down along the side of the wall, Dora kicked off again and flipped in midair dodging the bullets from the 3 remaining troopers.  Crouching down she fired off 4 more times taking the other two with shots to the jugular and the eyes.  Leaving on one trooper left Dora rolled off the wall and slid down in between the legs of the final soldier, whom was himself shaking more then a poor man blender.  Sliding on her back she fired off a final blast from her left pistol in between the legs of the soldier as she slid past, leaving behind a trail of black ooze, flipping up onto her legs she side kicked the staggering solider into the wall breaking his neck. “<This is supposed to be a challenge?>” Dora asked in a rare show of bravado.  She turned around and picked up the heavy assault guns left by the troops sliding them into her back for storage and taking two up in each hand, to replace the pistols of course.  She grabbed a large clip of ammo flung it over her shoulder and proceeded to head down the hall until she came to a final rotting wooden door.  She pressed a grey ear against it.  And attempted to listen…noise…their was some sort of noise coming from the other side. Best to see who it is, Dora told herself.  Taking a step back she charged up a kick and knocked the door off its hinges with ease. Revealing: Open air.  The entire portion of the building had been blown out from previous engagements and now all that was left was a hundred foot drop straight down to a pile of rubble…well that and what Dora’s crimson eyes immediately fell upon next.  A squad of hover bikes, each armed in the front with twin heavy bolt guns and flanked with a gattling gun operated by a side car.  Their were 6 in total and they sure as hell weren’t friendly.

“<Ah, hell.>”  Dora raised her submachine guns and charged forward, leaping out of the door into mid air, guns a blazing.

-----------ICKY-----

“NO!!! GET BACK!!!” Icky was having a tough time with this little simulation.  Mostly because she was finding it very difficult to shoot what would appear to be real living human beings.  “She raised her Swaltzka in a threatening motion but loss the ability to instill fear or threat by the fact that she could hardly carry it under her own power.  She was looking down the barrel of 6 gattling guns attached to a hovering gun barge, the crew men were smiling with glee at their hapless victim.

“Come on Rodger fill the fatty with lead!” Jack said jabbing Rogger in the side.

“No way you cunt, first I wana see her squirm.”  Rodger hit a  button on the side of his control panel and a long silver blade began to slide out of the chassis of the hovercraft.  Slowly it arched its way towards the terrified Isabella Ooze.

“Please…don’t— EHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Icky screamed in pain as the blade cut itself deep into her protruding belly and speared her upagainst a wall.

“Come on now Rodger! Hit the power!” Jack begged with glee motioning to the large lever next to Jacks control panel.

“Of course…where would be the fun If we couldn’t see the slime ball fry first?” Rodger asked pulling the lever down 500,000 volts of electricity flowed down from the hover craft, along the blade straight into Icky’s terrified body.

“Nooo…EEEEEEEEEEKKK, ARghh….” Rodger turned the power off. “Cough, cough…why…”Ickys glasses burst into flames and fell to the ground. Rodger turned the power on. “YAAAAAAAAH,eh…eh….” He turned it off again. “Why are you doing….this?” Icky cried out as her body began to harden and darken, still tears streaked down her cheeks.

“Because its bloody fun!” Jack answered, as Rodger flipped the power back on again. He smiled a truly sadistic smile.

“FIRE!!!” A volley of high powered Swaltzka energy brightened the horrid day as Quicksilver and her team out from a falling building, within which they had presumably been fighting off a small army of troops.  Decing it would be just easier to take the building down the girls had rushed out at the last second.  Bits of concrete rained from the sky smashing into the hovering gun barge.

“ACK!!!” The sadistic twosome were promptly buried alive by the rubble, but the electricity still flowed through the blade and still continued to slowly cook/fry Icky.

“QUICK!!! ARAAAAAAUM!!! SILVER!!! HELP!!! EAAH!! ME!!!” Icky cried out no longer tears streak down her face, she had lost too much moisture for that. Quicksilver caught site of Icky’s plight and snickered a bit.

“Hey look girls, Icky’s in trouble!” Quicksilver laughed pointing in Icky’s direction.

“Hey! She looks like a big turkey with that baster coming out of her fat belly!” Laughed an orange slime girl.

“What you say girls? Should we leave the turkey to cook?” Quicksilver asked with a chuckle.

“I don’t…” Jade felt a tinge of pity but ceased to speak up.

“Yeah! She had to lose eventually anyway!”

“ How’d she even make it this far?”  

“NOOOOOOOOH Please..Help…me…eerrrm!” Icky’s lower legs began to dry up and break away as the crackling tide of dark brown began to creep up her body.

“Call some one who cares fatty!” Quicksilver laughed as she and the rest of the group continued to walk away laughing amongst themselves.

“That was really mean Quicksilver.” Jade said after they had left Icky’s general area.

“Oh please, like she really stood a chance?” Quicksilver joked. “Besides maybe all that frying will help her loose some weight. Hahaha!”  Jade was the only one who didn’t laugh, she looked back a bit, but then turned around and continued with the rest of the group.

Icky continued to get electrocuted and her body continued to petrify and disintegrate. The current of brown had now made itsway up to her belly button and she was starting to go numb from the pain…

“They left me…all alone…I would of helped them…we’re on the same team…why did they leave me alone…they always leave me alone…daddy left me…then the rangers left me… what did I do wrong…My belly feels weird…it hurts so much…I didn’t… I didn’t mean to be annoying *sniff*… I just wanted some friends…” Icky’s waist finally collapsed leaving only the top half of her torso left, her fingers began to brown. “They’re mean to me….everyones mean to me…nobody wants me…its all because I’m so weak isn’t it…NO!!! I can’t let daddy hear me…Must stay calm Icky must stay calm…Ohhhhhhh…” Icky’s hands began to harden and breakaway, her body slumped over the bla