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The formullet doesnt just work for numbers, either. If you ask a question that requires a worded answer, you can still actually find it with the use of a little logic. For example: say that we wanted to know something about say Aurora. What should we learn about her? We could use the formullet to find out what we need to find out about her, but that seems like a lot of silly work. I know. Who does Aurora like? Is it all right if we ask this, Aurora?
Sure. Its fine by me. She said with crossed arms and a bit of a smug look on her face.
You dont seem to believe in the formullet.
No, I dont, and I am quite confident that you will not be able to guess.
Okay, thats fine by me, he said with a grin on his face. Robin, who do you hypothesize she likes?
I dont know, a man?
I would assume so. Unless she liked women, which is fine,
The Chapter Between Chapter 20 and 22
Flurada and ZBO-Man walked all over the Lab of Electrocution looking for some sort of simulation training room. They found a training simulator, but that was just boring. It was a simple room that they sat in and watched a big screen that simulated what it would be like if they were actually training. ZBO-Man decided to go down a few levels to see if it was there. Zapblapoman pushed negative four, which was the level right above the swimming pool.
The doors opened to a massive room with holographic panels on the ceiling and walls, a random assortment of objects that could be used as obstacles, and right at the edge was a control platform for changing the scenarios and arranging the obstacles. It was perfect. The entire level was the Combat Simulation Room, or CSR.
Flurada went to the controls and looked them over. It seems like all you have to do is type in the scenario that you want to practice in and it will take care of the rest.
Chapter 20:The AntiShock Guild
That Saturday, Zapblapoman was busy talking to Aurora over the Internet when the phone . Wait, the battle scene between Zapblapoman and Hemopheria wasnt finished. Woops.
So, Lets skip a bit ahead in the battle scene to the point that Zapblapoman was crawling and panting and coughing on the ground, drenched in Hemopherias blood, while Hemopheria was having a crazy laughing fit.
Bwee hee hee heeheeeee. Tee hee hee heeee! Hows it feel to be drowning in someone elses blood?
Not good, Zapblapoman said as he coughed out some blood. Are you sure youre not possessed?
No I am not! she screeched, and then corrected herself. I mean Im sure Im not possessed.
Oh, so youre just crazy.
I am not crazy either. She said as she plunged the blade into her thigh and pointed it towards Zapblapoman. The pressure caused him to roll back several times until he hit the w
Operation: Master Plan
Back in class after a weekend of major super heroing, Zak was exhausted. His weekend was filled with activity. Now he was back in school. He had no breaks in his life.
Somewhere between Biology and Social Studies, Zak was talking to one of the friends that made over the past few weeks. His name was Lenard. He was about the same height as Zak with long blonde hair and he wore glasses. Something about him seemed to almost ring out lion hearted, and perhaps that is one reason that Zak found friendship in him. Lenard was in Zaks Social Studies class as well as in his Drama class.
So how is the girl situation going? Lenard asked, obviously referring to Aurora.
I have come up with a new plan. I call it Operation: Master Plan 4.
Four? What about the first three?
I already did them. You see, Operation: Master Plan 1 was the classic shy approach where I try to avoid the girl, Zak bel
JanitorAlf was working late that night, just as he always did. When youve worked on the job as long as he has, cleaning up other peoples messes was just another way to keep money in the pocket and pay off the bills. But it was the bigger problems in his life as a Junior High School Janitor that caused Alf to spend many nights awake and filled with worry.
The school was quiet. The kids had all gone home. The last of the teachers left at about six oclock. It was seven thirty and there was still much to do. Alf rung out the last bit of puke on the gymnasium floor. A kid must have eaten too much before coming to basketball practice. It looked like he had a few chocolate bars along with his snack, he thought, its good to have a bit of a sense of humour in a lonely job such as this. Too much candy bars wasnt the big problem that kept him up all night. It wasnt even something he was concerned about; if anything, it was the school nurses problem. No, the problem li
Chapter 18: Electric DefeatWow, those are some intriguing powers. What do you call yourself?
Actually, as you can probably imagine, with my unusual powers, finding a corny super villain name to go along with my powers is quite hard.
I see your point. Boy, you sure are in a pickle.
Aha! He exclaimed. The Pickle Hoarder!
No, said Zapblapoman, no. That most indubitably does not work.
Aha! The Unnamed Villain exclaimed. Captain Indubitable!
No, said Zapblapoman, no. It doesnt work like that either. You see, Captain is a super hero prefix. How about Doctor Indubitable?
No, said The Still Unnamed Villain, no. I cant do that, Doctor Rock owns that prefix in Edmonton.
Aha! Zapblapoman exclaimed. You are in league with Doctor Rock!
No, said The Still Unnamed Villain, no. Im not in league with him&
Chapter 17: StupidThe next day Zak got up and did his newly established routine. He then got on the bus and was actually on time for school. He got into Bio before Jimmy. When Jimmy did get to class, he sat in the empty chair beside Zak. The teacher began to talk, in the beginning of this class I will speak normal English, but as it progresses I will allow myself to slip more and more into the great language of Biology. Also, at that time I will be expecting you to start slipping into the language of Biology as well. By the end of this term, anyone who is caught speaking in English will owe twenty-five cents to me. The classs eyes went wide. We will start-off with the biological cycles of the world, such as the H2O cycle, the CO2 cycle, the O2 cycle, and the N2 cycle. For the most part, we are going through these cycles because they are part of the curriculum. The only real application of this part of the curriculum is if you are doing field research or higher levels of Biology i
Chapter 16: SchoolThree weeks had passed since the Back to School Festival and Zapblapomans first encounter with Evil Hamburger. The first of September was only two days away. ZBO-Man had been busy ensuring that the crime levels in the City of Champions were at an all time low. While Zapblapoman was doing this, it was Ned who was actually ensuring that he was prepared for the school term directly ahead of him. Ned got the eye contacts, and did all of the appropriate alterations to allow it to fit comfortably on the lens of ZBO-Mans eye. He bought all of the utensils that he would need in school. It was very essential that Zapblapoman kept up his reputation as a super hero, as well as inhibit all suspicions of his newly concocted secret identity.
A couple days after Zapblapoman got back from Red Deer, Ned and him were having a conversation and the mention of his new identity came up. In going back to school you can hardly expect me to go by the name of Zapblapoman. As much as I hate to
Chapter 15: Assumptions
Zapblapoman awoke. His head hurt. He slowly got up. It was evening. He felt hot, really hot. He was sweating, and his clothes were really uncomfortable. It was almost as though his clothes were made out of rubber. He looked around and found his clothes laying on the ground. If his clothes were on the ground, then why was he so hot in the evening. It must be that blasted global warming. It doesnt have the decency to make winter any warmer, but is fast to make night as warm as day.
I see that you have awakened. A screeching voice said behind him. You seem a bit confused. Please, allow me to introduce myself: I am Jeremy. Not necessarily the diabolic evil name you were expecting, but I assure you that it is only because I am no super villain, I am merely a mere henchman. Yes, a henchman with a British accent. A high-pitched one at that. Your situation is a trifle. You are encased in a suit of rubber. This suit, as it is quite logical, prevents you from
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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