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I Suspect The Nargles Are Behind It
It was a dark and stormy night. Lightning crashed and the thunder was so loud, well look it was bad out and well everything was bad. Everything had been bad for awhile. Forest fires, floods, volcanoes, earthquakes... the usual.
Graham, Spike, Dean, and McGarrett were keeping watch while Derek ran the perimeter with the guy in the green hood, Bucky, Krum and Captain America. The geniuses were working the problem while the snipers sat on the balconies.
Toews’ shot ricocheted of the boards and the face of Reaves and then Seabrook’s stick and off the jumbotron and passed Fleury into the net.
A blue police box was parked next to a black Impala and a beat up truck, a puddlejumper, an old DeSoto and a old firefly class spaceship inside the back gate.
The doctor and Felicity and Liz invented a new math and their 42 marker boards and 17 computers had discovered the extra kind of cat.
The hockey season was postponed till the Incident was dealt with.
With the glamour on the base and the collection of people assembled there was a couple of mythological lands.
Rocket, small Groot and a bowtrunkle tousled on the tree branches.
There was a ring and a random 77 shoes across the ground. Draco finally waved his wand and a massive amount of flying hangers attacked the enemy.
Four hundred and 2 days later Agent Peggy Carter and the young genius witch Hermione came up with the plan and about 82 days later they made contact.
So that’s how the Doctor and a werewolf and a vigilate and an archer and a pair of guys from 1920’s and every amazing person worked together and demolished the entire ventilation tunnel.
And that’s how every one of them saved the word from hell monsters and the apocalypse..
Also the world without shrimp suddenly had an obscene amount of pumpkins and beer.