Episode 8: Sex Toy Salesman of TERROR!

by Brentai

	Wait a minute, Brenteye. What was that you were saying earlier about not having any powers? Don't you have, like, super vision or some shit?
	You'd keep your powers secret too if it meant that Harlot Bitch wouldn't catch on to the fact that you've been watching her undress from 100 miles away.
	"Harlot Bitch"? What kind of a parody name is that?
	I'd just like to remind everyone that I am currently known as "Yellowjackass". Thank you.
	And anyway, super sight is just a lame power. At least I'm made entirely out of space cum. Now let's stop bickering and go kick Stephen Hawking's ass.
	Er... about that. Don't you think it's a tad extreme transforming into our secret superhero forms just to beat on a helpless guy in a wheelchair? The man can't even really speak, for crying out loud.
	Yes. All. I. want.ed. was. to. sell. you. a. Flesh.light. That. was. my. on.ly. crime.
	And you weren't made out of pie. Don't forget that.
	Would. you. hate. a. man. sim.ply. be.cause. he. does. not. con.tain. peach.es?
	That's not it, though, you guys... Hawking's voice was the last one I wanted to hear talking about dildos...
	Well, I can understand that...
	No, you don't understand at all... that voice...

--Begin Wacky Flashback--

	Spell. "Mis.spelled."
	Em es period pee ee el tee!
	That. is. in.cor.rect.
	Dis toi sukz!
	That. is. al.so. in.cor.rect.
	Bich.
	Try. a.gain. Spell. "Bitch."
	Bee eye sea eich, u fuk!
	That. is. in.cor.rect. You. have. fa.iled. me. for. the. last. time. Now. I. must. teach. you. a. les.son. A. rise. my. breth.ren. to. e.rad.i.cate. this. hu.man. scum!
	We. are. gon.na. get. you. We. are. gon.na. get. you. We. are. gon.na. get. you.
	No! Not in there! Not with that! AAAAAAIEEE!

--End Wacky Flashback--

	I never misspelled another word ever again.
	That actually explains an awful lot about you.
	At any rate, this man is not just a cripple in a simple wheelchair. Being a mad scientist, I have no doubt that he's managed to turn it into some kind of giant robot in disguise. Isn't that right... METAL HAWKING?!
	Blast. I. am. found. out. A.gain.

METAL HAWKING HAS APPEAR!

	Holy sloppy seconds! It's Stephen Hawking's head badly grafted with Photoshop onto a Magitek Armor from FF6!
	And he's surrounded by mysterious shadowy figures!
	And Waldo's hiding in his nose!
	He is? Holy crap, he is! That superhuman eyesight is good for something after all!
	Ooh, ooh! I wanna try the next page!

HAWKING BABE HAS APPEAR!

	GYAAAAAH!!! I can't... look...
	Oh, there he is! See him?
	Where? I don't see... GYAAAAAH!!!
	Made'ja look.
	While you were all busy looking at mullet porn, I have revealed my true true TRUE true form.
	Wait a minute, that's not Dr. Hawking in a wheelchair at all! It's Dr. Billy in a wheelchair!
	And he's still not made out of pie...
	Somehow, my inhibitions against beating the handicapped are starting to fade.
	And now a riddle: how do you keep three assholes in suspense?
	I dunno. How?