Rage against the Mac

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Roy stalked for a good long while, not paying attention in the least bit to where he was going. He muttered to himself, about how much of a bunch of suckers Eddy and Jeff were, going off like that with that Harley woman. And Amazing was gone, disappeared by who knows what and who knows how. And no one seemed to care about finding their way back home, which was the most important thing to be thinking about right now. Was he the only one that even cared about going back home? So in short, Mr. Furious was angry. Very angry, indeed. More angry at how no one was listening to him for their own, good, probably.

He wanted to go off driving somewhere. Oh, how he wished he had his Harley right now, so very much.

Harley-compatible, anyway.

But instead he had to walk, and now as he finally took a moment to slow down, he realized he was in a very bad neighborhood, which only served to make his temper flare again. What was up with this City, was there like no light at all in this place? Even the streetlights seemed feeble and dim.

"Hey dere, Mr. Neo-wannabe, looks like youse forgot ta pay da toll for dis heah street." Said a snigger from a dark alleyway. Several men began to surround Roy.

"There's no toll booth, what are you--oh, very funny guys. That's really original. You come up with that by yourselves? Or is it like, original? Because it's not."

"Sure dere is. I'm da toll collector, and dis broken stop sign is our booth. You stop here at da sign and give us da toll. So how bout it?"

"You must not know who I am, because if you did, you'd be afraid of who I was. I'm Mr. Furious, and people who try to hustle me make me very angry. I'll go Krakatoa on your craniums." He twitched, narrowing his eyes.

"Oh, we got a funny guy heah, fellahs. Would rival the Joker." The leader, a man with a dirty eyepatch and a bald head, smiled menacingly. He fiddled with the chain in his hands. "Guess he don't wanna pay our toll. Tsk. Too bad. Boys?"

"Oh yeah!? I'm not afraid of a bunch of silly little thugs who can't get a real job and have to ask for handins on the street!"

"It's handouts."

"Did you just correct me? Please don't tell me this man just corrected me. Now I'm gonna have to--do THIS!" Mr. Furious let out a furious roar as he 'powered up', and jumped into the fray. And yes, was 8 men against one.

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She straightened and looked down the front of her shirt, then stood easily and cocked her head at him. "No? Ah, sorry."

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"So you're all better," his eyes were a little wide.

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"Yup." She smirked. "The cops're comin'. Let's git these bastiches tied 'n book."

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"There goes the like...non-English speaking thing again. Do you understaaaand my language?" He pointed to his mouth, enunciating really obviously.

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"Sure, I speak idiot fluently. Let's go." She quickly tied the thugs together, then turned and trotted into the darkness of the nearest alley as the sound of sirens grew loud enough for him to hear.

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"Okay, you must not know me, or else you wouldn't have spoken to me like that." He jogged after her.

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She stopped to look at him, then stooped to pick George up and wapped the bar gently against her hand. "Do you really wanna try pullin' the macho onna hormonal, pregnant woman that just took down eight guys without gettin' a scratch?"

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His eyebrows rose. "Yeah, maybe I do. Look, miss damsel turned distresser, I didn't ask to be saved by no...kid. I totally had those guys. You were lucky I was there."

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"Whatever." She whistled up a portal. "I'll be back later ta pick up the pieces, bastich."

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"Oh, so you're just gonna like...go now?" He realized he still had no idea where he was and though he'd never admit it, probably needed the help.

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"You don't need me, right?" She looked back over her shoulder calmly.

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"Course I don't need you." He shrugged, scoffing. But then he said in a more normal voice. "I mean, don't you have to like, do something else around here?"