"I a'peel to you!" Potassian exclaimed, releasing a yellow blast of energy from his palm, sending the evil doctor's crusty hair flying. Dr. Bread and Queen Ethyline had been trying to age and consume the nutritious hero for their master scheme: to convert all the bread in the world to banana bread. Potassian wouldn't stand for it, though; he wouldn't let such destruction be brought upon the world.
He couldn't get too close to the queen, lest she age him prematurely, hindering his fighting power. Potassian took out his banana-bolo, swung it around, then unleashed it on the duo. With a flap in Dr. Bread's face, the device tangled the two back to back. The peel-protection wouldn't last long, so Potassian quickly found the control board for the Bananabreadifier. Technology wasn't among his strengths, but that was ok, banana power never had trouble with dumb ol' technology. He smashed his fist through the control board, soaking the inside with mushy slime.
Lights all across the cabin of the airship began flashing. Self-destruction was imminent. Potassian looked over and saw the evil couple untangling themselves. With the Bananabreadifier disrupted, though, his job was done. So, the divisive hero kicked through the windshield, then dove out saying "peel ya later!" as he exited. Moments later he unfurled a large banana peel and descended safely to the ground. Dr. Bread scrambled around trying to fix his masterpiece, but in vain. Queen Ethyline shoved him aside.
"Out of my way!" she said as she blasted the banana mush with ripening power, cranking the dial on her wrist to maximum.
The substance coating the inside of the control board became slimier and mushier, and eventually liquified, and then completely dissipated as a gas, permeating the room in a strong ethylene smell.
"There you go." Queen Ethyline said but was horrified when she turned around and beheld her companion choking.
Queen Ethyline had been so intent on fixing her husband's machine that she didn't think about the consequences. The banana fumes were soaking into his breadness, choking him with a sickening aftertaste. In that moment he realized the folly of his plan, but it was too late.
He'd been bananbreadified by his own bride. Could it be undone? Possibly, but he would never be the same.
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