DapperDogman
The Banished One
Nodding in response to Tandem's words, Midna's hair formed into a giant fist and, combined with his body bashing, the two burst through the drywall, leaving behind nothing but broken pieces of wood and dust in its wake. Standing there at what looked like a control panel was what could be assumed was Hugo Strange himself.
"Welcome..." Strange said with a maniacal grin. The man looked about as you'd expected. Balding, creepy, tall, weirdly trimmed evil beard. All the evil traits were here. The man stared at all of you behind his dark, navy blue tinted glasses, making it impossible to see his eyes. "I'm so glad that you all could make it. Now, you can witness the true power of Twilight firsthand."
"Can it, Baldie!" Midna shouted, clearly not interested in listening the professor's drawn out monologue.
"Ah, the imp. Such crudeness should be expected from such a vile creature such as yourself." Strange mused, his calm demeanor not wavering as he spoke.
"What's that supposed to mean, creep!?" Midna shouted as she balled up her fists. Strange didn't reply, instead staring at all of you with that same grin. Whatever he was planning, it definitely wouldn't bode well for any of you.
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"Man, I've had it with you people!" PaRappa barks as he rushes towards the doctor, swinging his skateboard above his head as it erupts once more into flames "Where do you get off on being a dumb jerk anyway?!" he adds as he launches the weapon towards Strange, hoping if not to hit him, to distract him from doing whatever it was he was about to do "EAT THIS, YOU NERD!"
He'd had enough, he wasn't about to let this man raise a finger to hurt anyone, he'd stop him before he got the chance to use whatever this Twilight stuff was. After launching the skateboard, he'd pull out his microphone and swing it at the doctor as well, hoping that by doubling down, should his skateboard have missed its mark, that the microphone might buy some extra time, or that if they both hit, they might knock the frail-looking man unconscious.
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He'd had enough, he wasn't about to let this man raise a finger to hurt anyone, he'd stop him before he got the chance to use whatever this Twilight stuff was. After launching the skateboard, he'd pull out his microphone and swing it at the doctor as well, hoping that by doubling down, should his skateboard have missed its mark, that the microphone might buy some extra time, or that if they both hit, they might knock the frail-looking man unconscious.
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