The Evil Dentist! . Phipson stared up at the old place. This was the spot. .
Phipson stared at it for a moment, hesitated, then went over to the door.
Phipson banged on the door with his bottle.
A fierce-looking man opened the door.
"Phipson?" he queeried, to which Phipson replied, "Yes."
Phipson entered, then the shifty man closed the door, carefully looking around.
"Ah, Phippy!" an evil looking man welcomed Phipson in. "Please, take a seat!"
Phipson walked over to the lounge, the reporter on the TV making some report about people going off to the dentists, then never appearing again...
Phipson took a drought from his flagon.
"Aaaahhh.... that hit the spot!"
"Your... appointment is ready, sir. It's upstairs."
"I'll drink to that!"
"Don't worry about me, I'll find my own way up."
Phipson panted as he came up the stairs.
"Why so many steps! I'm sure there was 8 steps just then!" Phipson complained, completely out of breath.
"Ah, Phipson, just the MA judge I was looking for!"
"Lenda Crap? is that you?"
"It's Leda Kat, you drunken fool!"
"Close enough!" Phipson smirked.
"Phipson, I want you to give me perfect scores on my MA entrys. You can name your price."
"ARE YOU DARING TO TRY TO BRIBE ME INTO CHEATING!!! how much? I don't come cheap..."
"I knew you'd see it my way... here, do your stuff!"
"You do know, Lenda..."
"Right, Leda, you do know that I love doing this stuff..."
"Now for your appointment, Chris."
"OOH, pretty light!"
"Yes, Chris, keep looking at the light."
"Now which tool do I need... ah, yes..."
(a blood-chilling scream echos)
A dashing, young gentleman strides confidently towards to house.
he knocks on the door, his muscles ripling and bulging profusely.
"Yes?" the man asks warily. His evil senses sense good is on its way.
"I wish to have an appointment with leda Kat." our hero explains.
"right... come in..."
"Thanks," our hero replies, his good manners wasted on this bunch of crooks.
"You want an appointment? just take a seat."
"Thanks." he realizes his manners are wasted, but his mum tought him well.
"Nice place you got here. But why sound-proof walls and no windows?"
"Erm, no reason..."
The crook taps away at the computer, his plastic fingers (all 2 of them) making a wierd, echoing noise.
"You sure this is good idea?" crook #1 asks.
"Do we have choice?" crook #2 whispers back.
"Leda will see you now."
"Thanks you, sir" there we go again, more good manners!
our hero climbs the stairs, the short climb no dint to his huge stamina!
"Nice... tools you got here."
"Thanks, I use them all often."
I bet you do. In fact, I am here to arrest you."
'Arrest ME!... really?"
"Yes. It is an official arrest."
"Well, I gotta dash!"
"A zipline time machine! wow."
"I will get you someday!"
(Do you like the "M" shape for "Millie" [Leda Kat's real name])
"I'll drink to that!"
(its so strong I can stand on it!)
now you know what my feet look like!!! XD
wow! it stands my weight! great expression, eh? XD
great-lookin feet, eh? XD
No offense, to Leda or Phipson!
(Elite Forces: http://mocpages.com/group.php/19774 (Mission 1))
Hope you enjoyed!
God bless you all!