“Who's on
first?”
Babe Ruth*
#quote
Today CJ should
be coming over, yay! Hopefully we manage to figure out how much wood
a woodchuck would chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood. Anyway onto
the flash fiction!
It's My
Planet To Conquer
“Alright
alien scum. Get off this planet, because the only one allowed to
conquer it is me,” Doctor Omens said to the alien king who sat on
his throne in his mother ship with the Prime Minister of Britain in a
cage at his side. Besides the Doctor's bold statement it also shocked
the alien king that Omens stood in front of him.
“How did you
get into my ship?” The big slime-ball rumbled, his voice coming
from the vibrations of his blob body. The three square heads at the
top of his body looked at him curiously and angrily with their six
eyes a-piece. Six arms, three on each side, with two hands each,
manipulated controls on his throne. Those controls worked the mother
ship and many other things.
“Teleportation.
Simple really. If only the government would hire supervillains like
me to fight you wouldn't have gotten this far.”
The tone in the
king's voice grew madder. “Do not call it simple, we have
technology to block teleportation onto our mothership.”
Doctor Omens
laughed. “Right, technology.” The king didn't look too
hard at Omens or know enough about his appearance to figure it all
out. Doctor Omens had an unnaturally large head infused with
electronics a robotics. One half of his head was a glass dome
revealing his brain, as the other was the mechanical parts with steel
and computers. But the alien didn't know that the blue robes the
doctor wore mean something special. Doctor Omens was not only a
scientist, but a wizard. “Well sluggy boy, my technology is mixed
with magic so all your fancy tech isn't very good at countering it.”
The alien king
then started shouting orders. “Aftrak graaggg tookkkk tok tok gat!”
Out of the
floor robot spheres appeared with guns. The supervillain didn't even
attempt to fight them. He simply jumped up to the king and made the
king in the line of fire.
“Roor, rot!”
the king shouted in response. The spheres vanished.
“Good job
blobby. I like how you kidnapped every leader in the world you could,
then picked one randomly to be in. Or maybe you decided to be with
the British one since you like tea.”
“Stupid
human!” The villain then sunk into the blob body of the alien up
into the waist. “Now you'll feel the acid of my 'blobby' body.
Don't bother struggling, as long as I live I'll keep a shape to trap
you, like your planet's quicksand but worse!”
The villain let
out an evil laugh, one that shook the room and the viscous surface of
the alien. “So how'd you research to invade us? Look at our armies
and superheroes? Decide those were the only defenders? I bet you
thought the armies would be easy and the superheroes to kind,
exploitable or you researched them. Well, I'm merciless and so are
the other villains, nothing will stop us or make us hesitate. That's
what your successor will learn. You'd trap me as long as you'd live
you say?”
With his still
free arms and hands the villain grabbed a gun hidden in his robes and
shot the alien's three heads over and over until he was absolutely
sure he was dead. The villain laughed and teleported out with the Prime Minister of Britain, maybe when this was all over the Doctor figured he could use him as a hostage for an evil plan.
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