TEAM Vs. Michael Vickz Bad Newz Kennelz of Lurve

TEAM is Ratta the Hutt, Billy Mitchell (w/ laser gun and laser sword), Steve Sandersn(w/ pokeball), and Cock Sneak Goomba #9 and 10

Kennelz are The Oracle.



“Get the lead out asswipe!! You’re dicking around with my plan!!” Billy Mitchell screamed angrily out the car window, pressing down on the horn as he wove his way through the parking lot of the auto parts store, Abe’s Auto Amenities. He turned to Steve Sanders and muttered, “There’s never anywhere to park at this place.”
In the back seat, Cock Sneak Goombas 9 and 10 nodded in agreement. Ratta the Hutt didn’t really give a damn since he was busy being a baby.
They had reached the outer edge of the rather massive lot, Billy nervously running the fingers of his free hand through his raven locks, smiling with self-love as he caught a serendipitous glance at himself in the rearview mirror. Steve sighed.
“Billy, I don’t feel like carting the baby and the goombas all the way from here to the store. It’s gonna take forever and we just need a couple of small things. Just go grab an open handicap space. We’ll be in and out in five minutes and then we can finally get over to the Peach Pit to meet Kelly and play a game of Donkey Kong.”
Reluctantly, Billy circled the lot one last time and when he didn’t find a good spot, headed for the handicapped section directly in front of the store. There was only one left, but they pulled in anyway.
As they climbed out of the car, a horned blared directly behind them.
The Oracle, Barbara Gordon had been waiting for the space they had just taken. “Hey! What are you doing? I don’t see a handicap permit anywhere on your car!”
Billy responded, “Get over it lady, we’ll be out in a minute.”
“But I’m the one in the damn wheelchair you inconsiderate S.O.B.!”
Billy and Steve both waved her off dismissively, evoking a boiling rage that Barbara could sense in every cell of her being. Hadn’t life kicked her down enough? She was sick of her wheelchair and her adult diapers. She was sick of this society and the selfish pricks populating it. More than anything, she was sick of looking at this tool in front of her car with the ugly haircut. She revved her engine and tore after them, running over the goombas and Ratta the Hutt instantly. Steve reeled back and flung a pokeball at her. Out popped Pikachu, but he refused to help, explaining that at this point he’s really just the franchise’s cute and cuddly mascot. Unfazed by Steve’s attack, The Oracle plowed into Steve with the front of her wheelchair accessible van, knocking him to the ground so that she could drive right over him in the process. Billy’s laser sword was in the trunk of his car, which was blocked by The Oracle’s oversized “look at me everyone I’m handicapped” van. Luckily he had a backup plan. He always does. He pulled out bottle after bottle of Rickey’s Hot Sauce from his pockets and began throwing them at Oracle’s car. The bottles cracked open, splashing the orange sauce everywhere, completely blanketing the windshield with it. Unable to see in front of her, she began swerving more and more; she couldn’t even tell which direction she was going in anymore, so she was unable to see that she was about to slam through the front window of the store. Her windshield shattered on impact, and a broken bottle of Rickey’s sauce came sailing in through the new opening, lodging itself in The Oracle’s neck, severing her carotid artery and leaving Billy Mitchell the only survivor of the attack at Abe’s Auto Amenities.