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[Wander]

THE MIRACLES OF CAPTAIN ARE INFINITE AND GREAT.

CAPTAIN LIVES FOREVER.

I HAVE PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE.

Snippy called it "Photoshop". I don't even know what Photoshop is, but it sounds scary.

Maybe I should call that caterpillar thing Photoshop.

She gets all glossy and angry if I try to help her fly.

IT TOOK FOREVER, BUT I TIED BALLOONS TO HER AND MADE HER FLY.

NOW SHE CAN BE FREE, LIKE A SKY-SHARK.

I hope Photoshop lands on Snippy sometime soon.

He can be such a jiggly slug sometimes.

[The Nonexistent Tazz]

((*Is not familiar with Kirby canon* :P))

*Nightmare grabbed Image's cloak. For a brief second, Image's claim was almost instantly proven correct, as he definitely did d**m well equal the so-called god in power-if not in the same ways as it, of course. Speed and precision over brute force. However, the powers were equal, the force of it beyond the Dimensional Hole was such. Image comes out, irritated: He was clearly an old man before becoming a Dark Writ, as his gray hair would attest to, but that's lighter than the gray that composes his skin. He is of average height and build. His clothing seemed to be made of leather-a smart choice for someone who focused on speed over taking hits. He had two guns on his person. These measures for more mortal entities, despite being equals. This was either laughable or concerning.*

Image:...Ah, I was his assistant at the time, I helped in creating it. At that time, I was a foolish young lad, not privy to how the world TRULY worked...But I was intelligent in my field of choice nevertheless. I was instrumental in its ultimate creation, though I gave any and all credit to my then-master, as one should. I was not mentioned in any document but my own. But he gave me the formula. I memorized it. I did not think of what was to come, but I feared the prison would not hold you. I am correct, of course. Look at you now. But...Obviously, I worried too much. Whole weapons, dedicated to stopping you-I furthered Masahiro's concepts far more than he could have, as advances in the sciences became more apparent. The Star rod, followed by a Star Sword, followed by a Star Spear. Star Guns, even. Each stronger and more fearsome than the last, each more capable of stopping you cold and re-sealing you, all in an irrational fear of you. Yet, never once did I consider the possibility that-ah!

*The cloak dissipates into Dark Aura, which is then absorbed by Image*

...I would monolouge further, but that would just be foolish. You expect me to be simple, but I am complex. I catch my errors.

*The 'Image' in front of Nightmare vanishes, though is still in the area. The Narrator was brick'd for the unintentional pun.*

[Prince Vegeta]

*Drives back, with a toothpick in his mouth* 'Sup? I'm back. My wife says I can't be out too long, or I might miss another meetin'. I'm just going to see how many I can get out of, despite the deducted points for missing purposely. Whataver. Oh right! I was going to do this before leavin' last time. *Snaps a picture of Nightmare with his phone*

[The Nonexistent Tazz]

MACHOKARP: UHH, MR. FANCY SUIT VEGETA? I WOULD PREFER A MEETING TO WHAT'S ABOUT TO HAPPEN...*Backs up a considerable distance from the area*...OH, I JUST REMEMBERED I-ACTUALLY, I COULDN'T LEAVE HERE ANYWAY...UUUUURRRRRRGH...THERE GOES THE WHOLE 'OH I JUST REMEMBERED X, I HAVE TO GO NOW' THING FOR ME.

[Prince Vegeta]

Blasphemy! Those meetings are filled with nothing but yelling morons. Whilst I sit on the standby usually getting yelled at. The typical board is ten, so it's ten to one in a shouting match. Not my idea of fun, but it puts food on the table. Though I think my son has some argument about me being the second in command CEO. My wife being the head CEO. But as soon as either of us kick the bucket, he gets some sort of promotion in the family business. No matter, I'm happy I finally got that custom paint job. *Points to the hood of his car*

[The Nonexistent Tazz]

MACHOKARP: WELL, THIS PLACE IS FILLED WITH YELLING LUNATICS, AND MOST ARE VIOLENT LUNATICS ON TOP OF THAT, SO I DON'T THINK THERE'S MUCH DIFFERENCE, EXCEPT ONE KILLS YOU AND THE OTHER DOESN'T. I'D SUFFER THE BOARD MEETING.

AND...THAT IS A MANLY CAR. I APPROVE!

ALSO, DO YOU SEE ANY NEED FOR WHITE PAINT IN THE NEAR FUTURE?! ANY AT ALL?!

[Prince Vegeta]

Oh so this is going to be like memory lane for me! *Laughs* I'm used to violent things, I am a Saiyan after all, if you don't know what those are, well feel free to ask. My only problem, before the paint job, was that it didn't have my family crest on it. The Royal Saiyan Crest, that is. And white paint? Hmmm.... We were going to repaint that room, so I guess white paint could make it a new canvas. How much area does it cover, per gallon?

[The Nonexistent Tazz]

*one could SEE MACHOKARP's eyes turn into dollar bill signs.*

FAIRLY CHEAP, ACTUALLY, AT LEAST IN COMPARISON TO MOST OTHER NAMED BRANDS...*Goes into semi-lengthy explanation of the details of the White Paint and costs that the Narrator will not type out in full; to summarize, the quality is high, but the cost is fairly low for something of such quality. A good buy in this Narrator's personal opinion.*

[Prince Vegeta]

*Laughs slightly* I see you're very passionate about this white paint business. I just need to know how much area it covers per gallon, and I'll easily pay up. *Looks at the Tuffles* So those guys are back... Hmmm... (I could kill them again, just to know the feeling that my father had.)

[Wander]

*paper airplane crashes into Vegeta's head and falls to the ground*

NOOOOOO!! YOU KILLED MY AIRPLANE!! *suddenly grabs Vegeta and shakes him violently*

YOU HEARTLESS SHOE!! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO KILL MY AIRPLANE?! *weeps over paper airplane that is still perfectly fine*