Chapter 24: “We Ready To Eat Lollies Now!”
Zordon had been talking and explaining the new Power Rangers’ ultimate fate for about 67 minutes now. While Swig lay in the corner bleeding to death from his gunshot wound, and Kip listened in with interest, Jing couldn’t care less. He simply sat in the middle of it all, playing with his thumbs.
Jing’s Left thumb got really bored, and flopped down.
“Ohno..” Jing mumbled, “My thumbs gone flaccid…”
“Ye-heh, not unlike your pe-“
“Shut up right thumb!”
“You can’t shut me up! I’m the right thumb!”
“Right or not, it was offensive…”
“Ye-heh! Also like your pe-“
Jing got a sinister idea.
Zordon continued to talk. “…and so, when the giant monster machines of death grow to enormous sizes and run into a conveniently empty and/or abandoned district area were the only people that’ll be able to be killed are you new Power Rangers’ you have to fight him and stuff. And then he’ll explode. And then you’ll all learn a valuable lesson about being yourselves or some thing like that. Yeah, go kill Somebody now.
Kip pulled a face.
“Wait-what?”
Zordon sighed.
“Well, sorry, but…seriously, I didn’t get a-“
A scream was heard.
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”
Everyone turned over to the left. Jing was in the corner, bleeding everywhere. “Jing! What happened!?” Kip asked.
“I cut my right thumb off!”
“That was a silly thing to do! You know you thumbs part of you!”
“I didn’t know I was part of IT though!”
Then everyone drowned in Jing’s blood.
Seriously.
That’s it. The end. Over. Gone. Kaput.
What, you want more? Ugh…
Then some sit happened and Kip, Swig, Jing and Alpha all got into there power Rangers gear and ended up outside a nice bar somewhere in California.
Kip took a kickarse stance.
“I’m the Red Ranger!”
Swig took an awesome stance.
“I’m the Green Ranger!”
Alpha took a badarse stance.
“I’m the Black Ranger, *****!”
Jing took a cute stance.
“I’m the Pink Ranger! … …. ****.”
Suddenly a bunch of hot teenage girls came up to the Rangers.
“Liek, OMG! Ur so hawt Red Ranga!”
“And this Green Ranga is OMFG hawt!”
“Nothin’ compared to the smexy Black Ranga!”
Jing Watched as they carried his hawt friends of ‘round the back of the bar.
He figured he had nothing else to do. He slowly trudged his way over to the inside of the bar.
The second he got in he heard some lolish music.
The more he headed over to the left side of the bar, the louder it got.
It was…
It was…
IT WAS…
Nothing.
Jing sat down, and cried himself to sleep.
“I…I say, that little pink girl in the corner of that Californian bar looks a little down don’t she old boy?”
“Y…Yes, I would say that also.”
“D…Do you think she’s sad because of a religious reason?”
“W…What like, when the Pope ate all the Snail Men’s cake on that unfortunate Sunday?”
“Y…Yes! Only more like the time he accidentally ***** all those poor Mormons when he thought they were toddlers.”
“H…Hmmmm.”
A naked man came up. “Oi, look if you two Palm Trees’ don’t stop talking, I’ll Smash you.”
….I am NOT out of ideas! I guarantee that! I’m just exploring the medium of why Tree’s don’t ever say a word.
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