Let's just hope Willow hasn't teleported them to the sleazy back alleys of Toyville, where hooker Barbies ply their trade...
... unsold, peg-warming toys drown their sorrows in strong liquor...
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Let's just hope Willow hasn't teleported them to the sleazy back alleys of Toyville, where hooker Barbies ply their trade...
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... unsold, peg-warming toys drown their sorrows in strong liquor... |
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... and where mysterious agents from Pink Box Security are leading deposed city mayors to a top secret HQ under the city streets... |
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Meanwhile, in uptown Toyville, it's time for a spot of gratuitous eye candy again; Barbie's just got back from the frontline...
"Gee, war-reporting is almost as hard as math, I better clean off the smell of dirt, gun powder, lazer fire and carpet fluff before my date with Ken tonight..." "Oh, I think you can forget about that date, Ms. Roberts, there's someone else who'd like to see you..." |
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"Who? Lady Eowyn... what... how... why...?"
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"More dumb questions from Toyville's #1 airhead..." |
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"... your recent reporting has angered certain powerful people; referring to those vile criminals out there as Heroes..." "... but..." "...no buts, you unposeable fashion doll bimbo; Indiana Jones, Captain Scarlet, G-Force... all of them are enemies of the State. And if you're calling them heroes in your reports - well, perhaps you're in league with them..."
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"... we will have to see what you reveal under tortu... oops, sorry, 'questioning'. Take the quisling away boys!"
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Well, things couldn't go much more pear-shaped for the good guys if they tried. Will no one stop the rule of the Evil Toys? Where did Clint, Aeryn, Buffy and Willow teleport off to? Will we finally find out about Pink Box Security in the next chapter? And what terrible fate awaits poor Barbie...
Once I'm out of
this padded cell (the appeal comes up next week) I might try to work
out something looking like a plot for the fourth thrilling
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