Argidoll
And hast thou slain the Jabberwocky?
- Location
- Dreamland
Noodle Burger Boy is a treasure.
DoofQuest- a Disney Villains Victorious CK2-Style Quest
- Thread starter Made in Heaven
- Start date
- Crossover
Noodle Burger Boy is a treasure.
- Location
- Academy City
- Pronouns
- They
I have! Thirding this recommendation, btw, it's amazing.
- Location
- Landland USA
Hey! I quite liked the movie, actually. It was pretty standard for a superhero movie, but the character designs were great!
AProcrastinator
You can Certainly Try
- Location
- Getting Somewhere
- Pronouns
- She/Hers
...I know there are significantly better options for combat, but if I could transform into a T-Rex on command, I'd have extreme difficulty not using that as my opening move every time.
mangawriter77
Otaku^9000 (In my own opinion)
- Location
- You'll neeever guess
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
...How was I never aware of how much of a gem Globby is? Now I really wanna destroy the Yakuza. Not only would that free Honey Lemon, but it would free up Globby to
YOU TAKE THAT SHIT BACK. BH6 is nothing resembling mediocre.
He can shape his molecules into ANY SUBSTANCE. You don't need to be Honey Lemon to see the applications. And that's not even bringing up his shapeshifitng and regeneration.
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SolipsistSerpent
Endlessly Devouring
He's basically Metamorpho the Element man, I grasped that pretty quickly.
Except (hot take incoming) less ugly. And, yes, I know Metamorpho is meant to be ugly, but his design is just straight-up garish.
Isn't it Zaibatsu? With an S? There are several places that have it spelled with a Z.
Alternate Path: Second Chances
Argidoll
And hast thou slain the Jabberwocky?
- Location
- Dreamland
Well, anyways, since we're here, here's an Omake. Because it turns out I can write things too. Also I've been listening to the Metal Gear Rising Revengeance soundtrack on loop way too much as of late.
Alternate Path: Second Chances
===
Turn 1:
Learning: Resurrect Genghis Khan
DC 55
This is definitely not what you asked L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. to do…
(To be continued in Interlude: Wayward Sword)
===
The desert sunset burned gold over the dust-swept road.
He'd tried his best, given his all in a great climatic deathmatch, and he lost. It seems Raiden had found something worth fighting for after all. Now Sam lay dying on the roadside with his guts carved open, his sword taken, and his body left to rot in the dust.
All in all? No regrets.
A vulture glared at him hungrily from its saguaro perch.
"Shoo, birdy. Give it another hour." The least the thing could do is wait for the sun to set.
The bird tilted its head, eyes still gormlessly fixed on his bleeding form as the opening portal sliced its head from its body.
Wait, back up. The what now?
Even lifting his head the little bit to turn it was exhausting, but he pushed it down, focusing on the screaming of his instincts.
Yes, that is a hole in reality, and it's getting closer.
Such nonsense. All that work going out the way he wanted and still the universe decides to take a shit all over it anyways.
Damn, he thought, as the void swallowed him. He didn't even have a sword to swing at it.
===
Sam awoke to a chorus of devils.
"What the hell is this?"
"What do you think, moron? It's a dead guy."
Stupid devils, it seems.
"You know what I mean, diphead! That looks nothing like Genghis Khan!"
"You don't know that, maybe it's....a reincarnation or something! Ha!"
"That's stupid. You're stupid!"
"Yeah? Well at least I didn't..."
Very stupid and annoying devils. There is no justice.
"...At least put him in a vat! Eugh, he's bleeding all over my coat."
He's going to get out of here, he thought, as he felt himself being dragged across the floor. He's going to escape, and complain to the boss about how lame this hell was. Just as soon as he can work up enough energy to open his eyes.
A sudden beeping rang across the shouting.
"Hey! He's awake!"
Fuck.
He felt something slammed into his face, and he knew no more.
Sam came to strapped to a wall, a spotlight glaring at him from the center of the room. His armor had been removed while he was unconscious, it seems, and...yes that is his right arm in pieces on the table. Hmm. On the bright side, his wound has been dressed, and his face hurts, so he can't have been out that long. Swelling a bit though, did they hit him with a brick or something?
He squinted through the harsh light, scanning the room. Now that he has a good look at it, it seems like a laboratory of some kind, though certainly messier than any lab he's ever smashed up. Honestly, it looks like something out of a cheap movie, right down to the coloured chemicals and fog everywhere. That part was a little worrying, especially since so many of the nerds running around seem to be wearing gas masks. Sam tugged at the bindings. No luck there, it seems whoever ran this outfit was at least thorough about security. Or maybe they just lost a lot of guinea pigs, from what he's seeing, could go either way.
A sudden burst of hubbub drew his attention away from his bindings. More nerds, it seemed, but one of them stood out from the crowd.
A lanky middle aged man stood in the center of the gaggle , his gleaming, sunken eyes peering at Sam from behind a mess of hair and a sharp nose.
That one was definitely the boss. You get the sense for these kinds of things after so long in the game. Also he had the biggest lab coat. Scientists get surprisingly pissy about lab coats.
"A spectacular find, all of you." Yep, definitely the head of the group. Also, wow, that is the sharpest eastern-euro accent Sam has ever heard. "The exoskeleton alone is absolutely fascinating, and if your projections are correct, which granted is a bit of a coin toss, you could triple the effectiveness of the troops! Oooh, this way we could make a cyborg Genghis Khan! I'd like to see Shego top that! How's the timetable for that project, by the way?"
The silence that filled the room could have smothered an orphan child.
The lanky man sighed a sigh of extended and familiar suffering. "What happened."
"Well, Rodney had the bright idea to use it to calibrate a dimension-tracker-"
"But I gave you a pristine sample of Genghis Khan's DNA! All you have to do is grow more of him!"
"...Why didn't I think of that?"
"Because you're a moron, obviously."
"Hey! I didn't see you say anything!"
"You don't 'see' suggestions, lint-for-brains."
The ringleader sighed at the sight. Good to know not everyone in this world was stupid. Not that it isn't funny, but what kind of person wants to be the smartest person in the room? You'd never learn anything.
"Oh hey, he's awake, is he supposed to be awake? Well anyways, hello, do you speak english?" And there's the downside of intelligent people. What to say?
"Sua mãe tem sífilis."
There, nice and classy.
The lanky man frowned. "Minha mãe é uma jaguatirica."
Sam had not thought this far ahead. So he smiled at the lanky man.
"Hmm. Well, o-kay, so maybe we've gotten off on the wrong foot here, with the whole, uh, strapped to a wall thing, but let's try this again. My name is Heinz Doofenshmirtz, CEO and founder of Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated. And you are…?"
You know what, why not? What's the worst that could happen?
"Jetstream Sam."
Heh. Always wanted to say that.
"Ah, I see. Sooo, is Jetstream your actual first name, or is it just a title?"
Damn it.
Jetstream Sam has been recruited! Resurrect Genghis Khan action now no longer available!
===
Stats
Martial: 31 (Sam's tactical instincts are scarily sharp, even without any formal military training, and his combat skill is top notch)
Diplomacy: 22 (Sam is a bit rough around the edges, but there's something likeable about the guy)
Stewardship: 10 (Sam has spent his entire adult life as a homeless vagrant living off of mercenary paychecks and whatever he can skim from his targets)
Learning: 14 (Sam made it through most of high school before his father was murdered.)
Intrigue: 20 (Sam's not the best at it, but sniff around enough, you pick up a few tricks.)
Traits
The Murdering Sword: To Sam, the swinging of a blade is the only thing he knows for real. +20 to actions where Sam can personally take violent action against his foes.
Badly Wounded: Sam came out of the portal bleeding out in the dirt. He's getting better with time, but those stab wounds hurt. Sam must take a rest and recovery personal action before he can be used on national actions.
Elseworld Cybernetics: Sam's right arm had to be replaced by a robotic prosthetic following a battle with a very loud man. If it doesn't get maintenance soon, his performance in battle will begin to suffer.
Another Time, Another Place: Sam comes from a very different world and society. Though he knows his way around technology, every now and then a custom or reference will trip him up. Sam takes a -10 penalty to actions that involve him interacting with people and cultures.
Loyalty
Second Chance: +20 Loyalty. (Sam was dying when he was pulled out of the portal. Even if it's in a different world, he's still quite happy with being alive.)
A Fun Guy: +10 (Sam likes the cut of your jib. The silly, silly cut of your silly, silly jib.)
Alternate Path: Second Chances
===
Turn 1:
Learning: Resurrect Genghis Khan
DC 55
This is definitely not what you asked L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. to do…
(To be continued in Interlude: Wayward Sword)
===
The desert sunset burned gold over the dust-swept road.
He'd tried his best, given his all in a great climatic deathmatch, and he lost. It seems Raiden had found something worth fighting for after all. Now Sam lay dying on the roadside with his guts carved open, his sword taken, and his body left to rot in the dust.
All in all? No regrets.
A vulture glared at him hungrily from its saguaro perch.
"Shoo, birdy. Give it another hour." The least the thing could do is wait for the sun to set.
The bird tilted its head, eyes still gormlessly fixed on his bleeding form as the opening portal sliced its head from its body.
Wait, back up. The what now?
Even lifting his head the little bit to turn it was exhausting, but he pushed it down, focusing on the screaming of his instincts.
Yes, that is a hole in reality, and it's getting closer.
Such nonsense. All that work going out the way he wanted and still the universe decides to take a shit all over it anyways.
Damn, he thought, as the void swallowed him. He didn't even have a sword to swing at it.
===
Sam awoke to a chorus of devils.
"What the hell is this?"
"What do you think, moron? It's a dead guy."
Stupid devils, it seems.
"You know what I mean, diphead! That looks nothing like Genghis Khan!"
"You don't know that, maybe it's....a reincarnation or something! Ha!"
"That's stupid. You're stupid!"
"Yeah? Well at least I didn't..."
Very stupid and annoying devils. There is no justice.
"...At least put him in a vat! Eugh, he's bleeding all over my coat."
He's going to get out of here, he thought, as he felt himself being dragged across the floor. He's going to escape, and complain to the boss about how lame this hell was. Just as soon as he can work up enough energy to open his eyes.
A sudden beeping rang across the shouting.
"Hey! He's awake!"
Fuck.
He felt something slammed into his face, and he knew no more.
Sam came to strapped to a wall, a spotlight glaring at him from the center of the room. His armor had been removed while he was unconscious, it seems, and...yes that is his right arm in pieces on the table. Hmm. On the bright side, his wound has been dressed, and his face hurts, so he can't have been out that long. Swelling a bit though, did they hit him with a brick or something?
He squinted through the harsh light, scanning the room. Now that he has a good look at it, it seems like a laboratory of some kind, though certainly messier than any lab he's ever smashed up. Honestly, it looks like something out of a cheap movie, right down to the coloured chemicals and fog everywhere. That part was a little worrying, especially since so many of the nerds running around seem to be wearing gas masks. Sam tugged at the bindings. No luck there, it seems whoever ran this outfit was at least thorough about security. Or maybe they just lost a lot of guinea pigs, from what he's seeing, could go either way.
A sudden burst of hubbub drew his attention away from his bindings. More nerds, it seemed, but one of them stood out from the crowd.
A lanky middle aged man stood in the center of the gaggle , his gleaming, sunken eyes peering at Sam from behind a mess of hair and a sharp nose.
That one was definitely the boss. You get the sense for these kinds of things after so long in the game. Also he had the biggest lab coat. Scientists get surprisingly pissy about lab coats.
"A spectacular find, all of you." Yep, definitely the head of the group. Also, wow, that is the sharpest eastern-euro accent Sam has ever heard. "The exoskeleton alone is absolutely fascinating, and if your projections are correct, which granted is a bit of a coin toss, you could triple the effectiveness of the troops! Oooh, this way we could make a cyborg Genghis Khan! I'd like to see Shego top that! How's the timetable for that project, by the way?"
The silence that filled the room could have smothered an orphan child.
The lanky man sighed a sigh of extended and familiar suffering. "What happened."
"Well, Rodney had the bright idea to use it to calibrate a dimension-tracker-"
"But I gave you a pristine sample of Genghis Khan's DNA! All you have to do is grow more of him!"
"...Why didn't I think of that?"
"Because you're a moron, obviously."
"Hey! I didn't see you say anything!"
"You don't 'see' suggestions, lint-for-brains."
The ringleader sighed at the sight. Good to know not everyone in this world was stupid. Not that it isn't funny, but what kind of person wants to be the smartest person in the room? You'd never learn anything.
"Oh hey, he's awake, is he supposed to be awake? Well anyways, hello, do you speak english?" And there's the downside of intelligent people. What to say?
"Sua mãe tem sífilis."
There, nice and classy.
The lanky man frowned. "Minha mãe é uma jaguatirica."
Sam had not thought this far ahead. So he smiled at the lanky man.
"Hmm. Well, o-kay, so maybe we've gotten off on the wrong foot here, with the whole, uh, strapped to a wall thing, but let's try this again. My name is Heinz Doofenshmirtz, CEO and founder of Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated. And you are…?"
You know what, why not? What's the worst that could happen?
"Jetstream Sam."
Heh. Always wanted to say that.
"Ah, I see. Sooo, is Jetstream your actual first name, or is it just a title?"
Damn it.
Jetstream Sam has been recruited! Resurrect Genghis Khan action now no longer available!
===
Stats
Martial: 31 (Sam's tactical instincts are scarily sharp, even without any formal military training, and his combat skill is top notch)
Diplomacy: 22 (Sam is a bit rough around the edges, but there's something likeable about the guy)
Stewardship: 10 (Sam has spent his entire adult life as a homeless vagrant living off of mercenary paychecks and whatever he can skim from his targets)
Learning: 14 (Sam made it through most of high school before his father was murdered.)
Intrigue: 20 (Sam's not the best at it, but sniff around enough, you pick up a few tricks.)
Traits
The Murdering Sword: To Sam, the swinging of a blade is the only thing he knows for real. +20 to actions where Sam can personally take violent action against his foes.
Badly Wounded: Sam came out of the portal bleeding out in the dirt. He's getting better with time, but those stab wounds hurt. Sam must take a rest and recovery personal action before he can be used on national actions.
Elseworld Cybernetics: Sam's right arm had to be replaced by a robotic prosthetic following a battle with a very loud man. If it doesn't get maintenance soon, his performance in battle will begin to suffer.
Another Time, Another Place: Sam comes from a very different world and society. Though he knows his way around technology, every now and then a custom or reference will trip him up. Sam takes a -10 penalty to actions that involve him interacting with people and cultures.
Loyalty
Second Chance: +20 Loyalty. (Sam was dying when he was pulled out of the portal. Even if it's in a different world, he's still quite happy with being alive.)
A Fun Guy: +10 (Sam likes the cut of your jib. The silly, silly cut of your silly, silly jib.)
- Location
- Out in the banjoes
In all honesty, Hiro was very close to having a supervillain origin story when he almost had Baymax "destroy" Callaghan at that abandoned facility. It would be an interesting twist if he went that path here instead.
BlueWerewolf25
The Dreamer
- Location
- Wouldn't You Like To Know?
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
Personally, I would have gone with: "Ah say into pi, alpha maybe upendi!"
AProcrastinator
You can Certainly Try
- Location
- Getting Somewhere
- Pronouns
- She/Hers
- Location
- England
- Pronouns
- He/Him
That's actually a really low-key sweet moment that Sam will completely misinterpret. I love it.
Stratagemini
Totally a Fire Ferret.
- Location
- Central Park
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They/Them
Yep! You just need to be not Globby!
Yeah, that is really sweet actually.
- Location
- Venezuela
The start is weak, not gonna lie, but after some time Obake really manages to gain your interest and the final confrontation against him is great. The Liv Amara arc manages to do all what Obake did and make it even better. So, yeah, weak start, but give it some time and it gets better.
Leaving that aside, since the Next Turn is either Critical Succes or Critic Fail, and therefore most people want to go safe, can we (finally) recruit Juniper, please?
Fourthing the recommendation. I was surprised by it and say it's worth watching.
- Location
- USA
Probably going for the recruit heros and recruit villains actions. Four new heros if we crit them.
ReaperofInterest
Herald of Disaster
So, of the three options, which of these sounds best?
Twelfth Night might not give us any actionable information, but more info on what's going down would at least give us a better idea as to what might happen.
Something about DEI...it seems like it's the likeliest to give us something we can use next turn, and it might help us avoid something bad.
As for something about Tom, he might appreciate our being willing to let him benefit from this.
Heinz and Charlene Propose
Stratagemini
Totally a Fire Ferret.
- Location
- Central Park
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They/Them
Heinz and Charlene Propose
The scene was set. The night was quiet in the park he'd picked. The streetlights giving the area an air of mystery that Heinz had heard was important for setting the mood.
His heart was pounding in his chest.
He couldn't do this! How could he do this? Charlene was so perfect and her was... He was raised by Ocelots! His litany of life issues was so long and complicated that he had a backstory just from realizing how many backstories he had!
He wanted Charlene, wanted to spend the rest of his life with her and her deadpan snark, but...
He couldn't ruin her. Ruin her life with... him.
"It's not you, it's me." Heinz began, his tongue forming the words he'd need to set Charlene free from him. "The timing and the setting aren't what I thought they'd be. There's probably someone better for you out there anyway..." Heinz encouraged her. "Maybe I just need some space?" He wondered... But he couldn't leave it at that.
"Though I should just come out and say... I wanna get this right! Baby, I wanna thrill you in the way you deserve! I wanna blow your mind, darlin'! I'm just having trouble getting up the nerve!" He explained, passionately.
"I wanna give you what you want! I wanna be the man you choose! I wanna sweep you off your feet... without puking on your shoes..." Heinz admitted, remembering their almost disastrous first date.
"Maybe I'll do better in the candlelight? I gotta get this right." Heinz admitted, pulling out a candle and lighting it, only to drop it on his shoe and set it on fire.
"No, no, no, stay right where you are!" Heinz urged as he stopped, dropped and rolled to end the blaze. "I'll put out the fire, my love!"
With a staggering lurch, Heinz got back to his feet before belting out his next verse. "I wanna make you swoon," He admitted. "Baby, I wanna rock you with my righteous romance! I wanna set a mood, darlin', but I'm sweatin' through the seat of these pants!" Heinz complained, turning around so that Charlene could see his distress and know that he wasn't lying to her through song, the worst type of lie!
"Are you okay?" Charlene asked, nervously.
"I had planned to read a poem!" Heinz explained. "I thought I'd play a little lute!"
"Ooh! Here's a thing," He reached into his pocket of his jacket. "I've got a ring!" His heart dropped as he realized there was nothing in his pocket. "I didn't bring! Oh, shoot!"
There was nothing he could do. He'd failed thoroughly, both at breaking up with her and at proposing! "So this went very well, good night! ... I didn't get this right..."
"Heinz, it's okay, come back!" Charlene called out.
Heinz' head hung despondent on his vulture-like neck. "I've never been in love before... I don't know what I'm doing... I've never been too worldly in the ways of woman-wooing. I'm freezing up, I'm blowing it! Not what I'm meant to do! I know how crazy lucky I am... To love you!"
"Gorgeous, funny, brave and brilliant!" Heinz listed off Charlene's many amazing qualities. "Beautiful, won't give up on anyone! You, ohhh!"
"Awww!" Charlene cooed, a smile on her face.
"I wanna get this right, baby! I wanna love in the best way I can!" Heinz cried out. Charlene knew his past, his backstories. It's why she'd become a psychology major as he supported them both with the meager profits from his bratwurst cart. And now that she had graduated... He wanted to stay with her forever!
"I wanna make you cry... In a good way! By proving I could be your perfect man!" Heinz exclaimed. "I meant to write it in the sky! I meant to get down on one knee!" Heinz explained. "I planned to really try... To be the opposite of me..."
Charlene's smile dimmed as she head his admission, but despite the fact that he was blowing it... He couldn't stop.
"But, Charlene, I will love you with all my might! I promise you, in here," He gestured to his chest. "I've got that part right. ... Or maybe we should do this on some other night?" He decided, slinking away with slumped shoulders and a despondent from on his face as his shoe continued to smoke.
"Wait! Doctor Heinz Doofenshmirtz!" Charlene shouted out, plucking a rose from a nearby bush and getting down on one knee so that when he turned, Heinz could see her, holding the rose out to him. "Will you marry me?" she asked, her voice trembling, vulnerable.
Heinz's eyes filled with tears as a smile crept over his face. She wanted him! Even after all his failures, all his quirks and deficiencies and emotional minefields...
"You got that right!" Heinz agreed, unable to stop himself as he joined his new fiancée in a duet.
"Baby, I'm gonna thrill you in the way you deserve!" The two newly be-doctor'ed lovebirds crooned together.
"We're gonna get this right, darlin'! As long as we're together we won't lose our nerve!"
"I'm gonna be the man you want," Heinz promised.
"Guess what - you already are!" Charlene smiled back.
"I wanna make your life so good!" Heinz swore.
"You're doin' pretty good so far!" Charlene replied.
Heinz and Charlene twirled in the soft streetlights across the park as they sang in harmony. "We got the hard part over with! Now hold me tight..." They sang in unison, hugging each other close and staring into each other's eyes.
"We're gonna get this right!" They swore with every fiber of their being before drawing each other into a kiss.
Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses rated the most passionate, the most pure.
This one left them all behind.
The scene was set. The night was quiet in the park he'd picked. The streetlights giving the area an air of mystery that Heinz had heard was important for setting the mood.
His heart was pounding in his chest.
He couldn't do this! How could he do this? Charlene was so perfect and her was... He was raised by Ocelots! His litany of life issues was so long and complicated that he had a backstory just from realizing how many backstories he had!
He wanted Charlene, wanted to spend the rest of his life with her and her deadpan snark, but...
He couldn't ruin her. Ruin her life with... him.
"It's not you, it's me." Heinz began, his tongue forming the words he'd need to set Charlene free from him. "The timing and the setting aren't what I thought they'd be. There's probably someone better for you out there anyway..." Heinz encouraged her. "Maybe I just need some space?" He wondered... But he couldn't leave it at that.
"Though I should just come out and say... I wanna get this right! Baby, I wanna thrill you in the way you deserve! I wanna blow your mind, darlin'! I'm just having trouble getting up the nerve!" He explained, passionately.
"I wanna give you what you want! I wanna be the man you choose! I wanna sweep you off your feet... without puking on your shoes..." Heinz admitted, remembering their almost disastrous first date.
"Maybe I'll do better in the candlelight? I gotta get this right." Heinz admitted, pulling out a candle and lighting it, only to drop it on his shoe and set it on fire.
"No, no, no, stay right where you are!" Heinz urged as he stopped, dropped and rolled to end the blaze. "I'll put out the fire, my love!"
With a staggering lurch, Heinz got back to his feet before belting out his next verse. "I wanna make you swoon," He admitted. "Baby, I wanna rock you with my righteous romance! I wanna set a mood, darlin', but I'm sweatin' through the seat of these pants!" Heinz complained, turning around so that Charlene could see his distress and know that he wasn't lying to her through song, the worst type of lie!
"Are you okay?" Charlene asked, nervously.
"I had planned to read a poem!" Heinz explained. "I thought I'd play a little lute!"
"Ooh! Here's a thing," He reached into his pocket of his jacket. "I've got a ring!" His heart dropped as he realized there was nothing in his pocket. "I didn't bring! Oh, shoot!"
There was nothing he could do. He'd failed thoroughly, both at breaking up with her and at proposing! "So this went very well, good night! ... I didn't get this right..."
"Heinz, it's okay, come back!" Charlene called out.
Heinz' head hung despondent on his vulture-like neck. "I've never been in love before... I don't know what I'm doing... I've never been too worldly in the ways of woman-wooing. I'm freezing up, I'm blowing it! Not what I'm meant to do! I know how crazy lucky I am... To love you!"
"Gorgeous, funny, brave and brilliant!" Heinz listed off Charlene's many amazing qualities. "Beautiful, won't give up on anyone! You, ohhh!"
"Awww!" Charlene cooed, a smile on her face.
"I wanna get this right, baby! I wanna love in the best way I can!" Heinz cried out. Charlene knew his past, his backstories. It's why she'd become a psychology major as he supported them both with the meager profits from his bratwurst cart. And now that she had graduated... He wanted to stay with her forever!
"I wanna make you cry... In a good way! By proving I could be your perfect man!" Heinz exclaimed. "I meant to write it in the sky! I meant to get down on one knee!" Heinz explained. "I planned to really try... To be the opposite of me..."
Charlene's smile dimmed as she head his admission, but despite the fact that he was blowing it... He couldn't stop.
"But, Charlene, I will love you with all my might! I promise you, in here," He gestured to his chest. "I've got that part right. ... Or maybe we should do this on some other night?" He decided, slinking away with slumped shoulders and a despondent from on his face as his shoe continued to smoke.
"Wait! Doctor Heinz Doofenshmirtz!" Charlene shouted out, plucking a rose from a nearby bush and getting down on one knee so that when he turned, Heinz could see her, holding the rose out to him. "Will you marry me?" she asked, her voice trembling, vulnerable.
Heinz's eyes filled with tears as a smile crept over his face. She wanted him! Even after all his failures, all his quirks and deficiencies and emotional minefields...
"You got that right!" Heinz agreed, unable to stop himself as he joined his new fiancée in a duet.
"Baby, I'm gonna thrill you in the way you deserve!" The two newly be-doctor'ed lovebirds crooned together.
"We're gonna get this right, darlin'! As long as we're together we won't lose our nerve!"
"I'm gonna be the man you want," Heinz promised.
"Guess what - you already are!" Charlene smiled back.
"I wanna make your life so good!" Heinz swore.
"You're doin' pretty good so far!" Charlene replied.
Heinz and Charlene twirled in the soft streetlights across the park as they sang in harmony. "We got the hard part over with! Now hold me tight..." They sang in unison, hugging each other close and staring into each other's eyes.
"We're gonna get this right!" They swore with every fiber of their being before drawing each other into a kiss.
Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses rated the most passionate, the most pure.
This one left them all behind.