Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz (
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itsjustcambot2012-09-04 08:40 pm
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[Cambot is...showing the ceiling again, though this looks like the ceiling of the rec deck. Yeah, now it's just trolling Doof.]
Oh, that's- that's just great. You're not even trying anymore, are you.
[The feed pans from side to side. That's a headshake from Cambot.]
Do you really want me to modify you. Do you really. Because I can think of lots of fun Inators to make. The RealityTVinator, for instance! You'd follow people around and document their day-to-day living! That way, you might actually work!
[Fiiiiiiiiine. Cambot lazily turns around to focus on Doof, who is indeed on the rec deck, and the rather large machine next to him. He didn't even bother covering it with a white cloth this time. Huh.]
There. Now, I've seen everything going on this week, and it all looked really familiar. Too familiar. You see, when I was a little boy growing up in Gimmelshtump, I wasn't very popular - in fact, I was so unpopular, you could say I was antipopular. Popularity just vanished when it got too close to me. It meant the cool kids didn't go near me, so they couldn't beat me up. No, I got picked on by nerds. Nerds! With their multi-sided dice and their trading cards and their video games! I mean, the kids who got beaten up by everyone else were the ones who beat me up. How sad is that?
Anyway, blah blah blah lifelong hatred of all things nerdy - except for science, of course - blah blah blah this week reminds me an awful lot like video games, blah blah blah beating the nerds at their own game. So I built the FinalBossinator! All I have to do is aim the laser at myself, push this big red button here, and-
[There's a flash of red light, and when it clears...well, that's a highly effective Inator. Doof now stands about fifteen feet tall and now sports dragon legs, lion arms that end in clawed hands, bat wings, a lizard tail, and...his own head and voice.]
What? Why does it look like a zoo sneezed on me? ...oh well. Time to go beat the nerds and RULE THE SATELLITE OF LOVE!
[Welcome to your final boss! Feel free to form parties and start combat in the comments below; just keep in mind that Doof may have a few tricks up his (now nonexistent) sleeve...]
Oh, that's- that's just great. You're not even trying anymore, are you.
[The feed pans from side to side. That's a headshake from Cambot.]
Do you really want me to modify you. Do you really. Because I can think of lots of fun Inators to make. The RealityTVinator, for instance! You'd follow people around and document their day-to-day living! That way, you might actually work!
[Fiiiiiiiiine. Cambot lazily turns around to focus on Doof, who is indeed on the rec deck, and the rather large machine next to him. He didn't even bother covering it with a white cloth this time. Huh.]
There. Now, I've seen everything going on this week, and it all looked really familiar. Too familiar. You see, when I was a little boy growing up in Gimmelshtump, I wasn't very popular - in fact, I was so unpopular, you could say I was antipopular. Popularity just vanished when it got too close to me. It meant the cool kids didn't go near me, so they couldn't beat me up. No, I got picked on by nerds. Nerds! With their multi-sided dice and their trading cards and their video games! I mean, the kids who got beaten up by everyone else were the ones who beat me up. How sad is that?
Anyway, blah blah blah lifelong hatred of all things nerdy - except for science, of course - blah blah blah this week reminds me an awful lot like video games, blah blah blah beating the nerds at their own game. So I built the FinalBossinator! All I have to do is aim the laser at myself, push this big red button here, and-
[There's a flash of red light, and when it clears...well, that's a highly effective Inator. Doof now stands about fifteen feet tall and now sports dragon legs, lion arms that end in clawed hands, bat wings, a lizard tail, and...his own head and voice.]
What? Why does it look like a zoo sneezed on me? ...oh well. Time to go beat the nerds and RULE THE SATELLITE OF LOVE!
[Welcome to your final boss! Feel free to form parties and start combat in the comments below; just keep in mind that Doof may have a few tricks up his (now nonexistent) sleeve...]
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See Pinkie Pie trying to stifle giggles behind her hoof.
See Pinkie Pie utterly failing, and collapsing to the ground in a gale of laughter and various percussion-y noises.]
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What? Whaaaaaat? It's not that bad, is it? I mean, I've seen weirder - heck, I've been weirder.
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[Or at least he would if he'd ever experienced any. Details.]
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Ooooh, ooooh, hey! You know what we need NOW? TOTALLY SUPER-AWESOME FIGHT MUSIC!
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Yeah? Well, you'll have to go through a bunch of us first!
[Sora's been doing a bunch of leveling up, and he's feeling ready to kick some final boss butt! He shows up before long, sword drawn and ready for his first move.]
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Without saying a word, she falls into place behind him. Someone's been doing a little leveling up herself, at least to the point where she feels comfortable taking on something like this.]
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Fortunately, he had done a bit of leveling up of his own.]
You do know what happens to the final bosses in video games, right?
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[Hey look its Minako! She looks like she, too, has been leveling up!]
(Guessing what they did to his hair! XD)
[Riku smirks. Clearly he's also had his nose to the grindstone. Level-grinding, that is. That being said, his hair looks slightly shorter, and in a few spots in the back are little fringes of pink. It looks like he tried to cut it off. What happened there? ...For better of for worse, he kept the ribbon the pranksters tied it with. It's now tied to his arm. Is it one of the useful ribbons? Who knows.]
Feels a little like old times, doesn't it?
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LATE. LIKE. A. BOSS.
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But it's always good to be able to deal more damage at once.
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...something seems missing here. What is it--ahhhh yes.]
Hit it, Cambot!
[Wouldn't be a final boss without some music, would it?]
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Luckily, he's figured out that bards get daggers sometimes.]
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WOLVERIIIIIIINES!]no subject
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Good luck with that.
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1/2 - video
2/2 [ action ]
He knows he needs to find just the right spot...ah...there we go.
Perry pulls a trampoline over, bounces on it a few times and then launches himself at Doof. HAVE AT THEE!]
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Oh, Perry the Platypus! How nice to see you-
...actually, I don't really have a trampoline joke, so I'm just going to trap you now.
[There's the remote with the big red button, and there's the trap falling from the ceiling to catch Perry in mid-bounce and slam him to the floor. Turns out this one is made of stone and has little barred windows...and a tiny lizard inside.]
See, it's a dungeon and a dragon! ...okay, so it's not a real dragon, but those are really hard to come by on short notice.
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And here comes the next expected part of the dance. Perry is slammed to the floor and stuck in a small "dungeon." The lizard and Perry exchange looks before Perry looks back out at Doof.
Really, Doof, THIS is your dragon? You just turned yourself into an abomination of nature and THIS is your dragon?]
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[....yea Phineas totally doesn't really how serious this is.
Still, he gets... half the point. That point being FINAL BOSS. 8D Time for magics!]
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Why would anybody turn themself into a giant flying lizardtiger thing on purpose?!