How much you wanna bet Mr. Silva comes to kill Trish and Troy for the last night's conversation? Y'know, now that Security has left for the Citadel...

If so, I say we run away and set up a safe zone in Task's mansion. He has a better computer.

I'm betting it can even play 12 separate instances of Half Life 2 on optimum settings, and still have processing power to play Cave Story.

I'm thinking Task and the ninjas should do something, considering neither of them are going to this citadel. One of the shadowy elder people might be there, but they're there because they're there with every other shadowy elder people.

Maybe even a DARING rescue to rescue them from the facility or something. Or someone in the facility is also able to monitor their text feeds, and sends someone to check on Silva and Task, who must band together to avoid the inconvenience of a locked room and an annoying military guy.

Yes. An awesome ninja/thief/teacher-demon fighting MACHINE!!!

All shall love us and despair.

Yeah, but there's only 4 of us. We need another member, otherwise we can't fuse together our megazords.

...

Jimmy!

And Josiah can be a blind Zordon. Or Alpha. Probably Alpha.

Just don't make Josiah the pilot.

When we run through a couple of skyscrapers by accident, the blame will land squarely on the juvinile delinquint, Jimmy! Mwuhaha.

"Couldn't have been me who killed those skyscrapers, officer. I was the Megazord's wang! I just controlled false erections and pelvis thrusts."

HAVEN: "Mother of Hell, a giant robot that was summoned to defeat an equally big monster that hasn't even appeared is running rampant through the city. The wang fell off and Zack hugged it tightly, saying 'I shall call you Eduardo.'"
Laurella: "And this has what to do with me? Wait, how is an adult channel even talking to me?"
HAVEN: "Forget about that for now. You must stop that robot from destroying the city."
Laurella: "Understood. I'm tired of watching Delinquent Porn Actor Orgy House Party 6 anyways. There's only so many plumber 'I came to lay some pipe' jokes I can tolerate."

Laurella goes to her bed and flips it up into the wall, in spite of the fact that the bed isn't intended for that purpose. A hole opens in the floor and a metal pole rises to the ceiling. Laurella grabs on and slides down. At the bottom floor, Laurella does some provocative pole dancing and then steps next door into the bomb shelter and sits at all the monitors, inputting her password. Outside, birds and agents alike are sent running for the hills when McCragge Manor rises and transforms. Laurella's bare buttocs were sticking to the leather seat of the cockpit.

Laurella: "That's the last time I wait until the last minute to send every spandex outfit I have to the cleaners. But nevermind that now. I've gotta stop Wangozord or whatever he's supposed to be called!"

Laurella steers the McCragge'o'zord off to the place where Wangozord stands, reaching down and scooping up its wang, Zack still clinging lovingly to it. When Wangozord reattaches it, it turns to engage the McCragge'o'zord.

Laurella: *doing dramatic poses* "Misguided people who believe you are doing justice! I'm afraid you must be put out of commission and then given a firm talking to!"
Trish: "Why're you naked?"
Jimmy: "Who cares about that?! Pan down, pan down, I can't see it!"
Trish: "Down, boy. Let's stop that giant robot first! Charge!"
Laurella: "That won't stop me! I'll charge, too!"

The two giant robots charge each other and collide...and something happens...

Zack: "I'm being horribly, horribly crushed! I regret nothing!"
Laurella: *blushing* "Wow, that was awesome, Wangozord. Does anyone have a cigarette?"

The two robots pull back from each other.

Jimmy: "Trish?"
Trish: "Yeah?"
Jimmy: "...Let's charge her again."

Task:Aww sheez, Why did I have to be the head? Now everyone'll blame me for all this! All I can do is shoot lazers from my ey-ooh! I can see the school from here! HEAT VISION GO!

Property damage: 100 million dollars! (holds pinky to mouth)

Task: Hey, I just thought of something. If the wang fell off, then are we really the Wangozord? And who named this crazy piece of crap anyway? I bet it was you, SILVA! Hey! My old orphanage! Who's going to the most "adoptable" now, BitCHES!

Property damage: 100 million dollars, and 12 bucks. (The orphanage was really, really, really low maintenance)

AB's post foretells of Laurella and her first lesbian experience.

All shall be good with the world.

Until the next morning when you go downstairs for some chocolate milk and discover that all the Hershey's syrup is gone...and the whipped cream...and bananas...and I think we snatched up a cucumber while we had the thought on our minds.

Wooooo for having the codes to Laurella's room once more, of course its not that much different than the cable around here anyway...