#ooooooooo I have a cat on me right now and can’t draw but I have Thoughts

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Thinking of siren Narinder again and him later in the au despite caring for Lamb having to fight his instincts to get to a point where he trusts himself to not hurt them. He at that point perceives himself as a monster more than Lamb does and it really shows at times

Like aside from the fear of potentially acting on instinct and hurting then before he can think (he IS a predator after all), he also is venomous and could easily accidentally poison them. He has sharp spines and claws that are meant to rip and tear, not hold. He is designed to kill, not care, which is why he is TERRIFIED.

Meanwhile lamb is pushing the boundaries a little more than they should be. Sitting JUST out of reach of the edge of the water, walking the line between danger and safety, just trying to get what little companionship they can in their situation. Despite everything, they don’t hate Narinder. They actually like him and enjoy his company but still remain reasonably cautious. At a certain point it becomes less fear and more acceptance, him wanting them dead is just a fact of life they accept.

Essentially Narinder is terrified of hurting Lamb but Lamb fully expects him to should they fall into the water and accepts that.

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CHAPTER FIVE IS HERE! ALERT THE GUARDS! The fic is almost done and I can’t even believe it... Luckily I’ll have more to write after this due to the partner fic and the sequel that I am planning.

Please check out @ozmav they started this whole au and are still an inspiration to me ^^

tw for panic attacks and violence

Characters are probably OOC because MLB is a kids show and there’s SO MUCH Batman just too much

Angel in Gotham: Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Ao3

Demon in Gotham: Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Ao3

Fanart for AiG: Riddler ~ Joker thank you @thegreysman

Please tag me in any fanart you draw for this guys ^^

oooOOOooo

As soon as Joker said those words, Marinette threw her chocolate bar at his face.

It wasn’t much, obviously. It was just a chocolate bar. But it still hit him across the eyes and distracted him long enough for her to grab the vending machine and throw that too.

Well, throw is the wrong word. She wasn’t able to pick it up and hurl it like Superman would a building, but she was able to quickly move it and sent it falling in the Joker’s direction. She saw it land but didn’t want to stick around to see him get out from under it.

“Run!” she yelled at Lila. She didn’t move right away so Marinette grabbed her wrist and pulled.

Lila began to run with her. Then she changed their course toward the elevator. Marinette didn’t like that – having to wait was bad enough, but the doors wouldn’t shut the Joker out if they sensed his limb in the way. She tried to lead Lila toward the front doors so they could get some help.

“What the hell are you doing?” Lila hissed.

“We can’t lead him to the others, and I don’t want to be trapped in an elevator with the Joker,” Marinette let go of Lila’s wrist. “Besides, the vending machine won’t hold him for long-”

Lila growled and grabbed her wrist. “I am tired of your superiority complex, Marinette-”

She ripped her wrist from Lila’s grip. “Look who’s talking! Besides, I’m only being rational. We can’t win, we need help, and our teachers and classmates won’t be able to do sh-”

The vending machine’s glass shattered when it crashed to the floor. Joker staggered up, clearly injured. Even in the dying light of the vending machine, Marinette could see his wide grin. It made her bones shiver.

“You certainly are a challenge, Parisian brat!”

She reached for her purse. She had two stale cookies, her key card, and the purse itself. She could maybe use the cookies as-

A playing card, razor-sharp, whizzed by her hand. Her purse fell to the ground, clearly cut by it.

He had projectiles. He had a deadly chemical. She had to assume that nobody was coming for her, that Joker somehow distracted them or they just didn’t care. She had nothing. She was nothing she wouldn’t ever be anything she was useless, unworthy, unlov-

Marinette ducked automatically to avoid another round of the sharp cards, the movement jarring her mind. She had to focus! She didn’t have time to panic now!

Deep Brea-

“I’m going to take great joy,” The Joker laughed, “In watching you laugh and seeing you smile, girlie. Maybe I’ll even see what you look like under that spotted skin of yours.”

Marinette tried to keep the imagery of him peeling her freckled skin off her face out of her head. It didn’t work.

His gait was slow. He was bleeding through his suit. He had to rely on the cards more. These were all good things.

Her earlier maneuver caused her to end up next to the front desk, where she was entirely visible in the only remaining light source. She could still hear the Joker’s steps and see his shadow in the dim light, but it wasn’t much. Her purse was on the ground, a few feet away, the strap cut off. These were all bad things.

She couldn’t breathe. The walls were closing in, she was drowning, her lungs screamed.

But she had to do something.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lila continuing toward the elevator. When it opened, a new light source from the inside of it illuminated her and her position.

The Joker noticed – of course he did he wasn’t as stupid as Hawkmoth – and threw several sharp cards at her. Marinette yelled a warning and Lila screeched, dodging barely.

Well, mostly dodging. Several chunks of her hair were cut by the cards, but right now Marinette couldn’t care less. The elevator closed when Lila didn’t enter it.

The Joker was heading toward Lila still – No! Marinette reached up onto the desk and grabbed the first thing she could and hurled it at him.

She saw it flying – a landline phone – and heard it made contact. It was only after she threw it that she realized she should have maybe used it to call the police.

Oops.

The Joker growled. “Ed failed to mention how annoying you are. I can’t blame him. He prefers rules, regulations, patterns. He doesn’t understand anarchy. He doesn’t understand that chaos is-”

Marinette cut him off by throwing the battery-powered lamp from the desk at him. The lightbulb shattered on his jaw and plunged the entire hotel hobby into pitch-black darkness.

Marinette was now heavily disadvantaged, but so was her adversary. And hopefully, her experience in swinging around rooftops at night, and fighting akuma in pitch black rooms would help her come out on top.

Two sets of footsteps. One pair heavier, gait slow and uneven due to injury. The other lighter, along the walls across the room.

Marinette tuned the other out, focusing on the footsteps that were trying to end her life right now. She could feel the carpet underneath her bare feet, the slight sting of rugburn. It grounded her, kept her from spiraling.

“Where are you, girlie?”

She silently rolled over to her purse. The clasp would make a click when she opened it, so she didn’t. She picked up the card used to cut it, carefully, and cut it open.

Two stale cookies, her key card, and the strap that was removed from the purse earlier.

She heard his footsteps move past her and put a hand to her mouth to muffle her breathing. She heard the sound of wood being sliced – he must have thrown a bunch of cards at the desk where she once was.

Marinette, as silent as a cat, crawled along the carpeted floor toward the front doors. She still remembered the layout of the room, luckily.

“Do you know the power of laughter?” The Joker sounded further away, but not by much. His footsteps were walking away from her, toward the elevator.

It was only after Marinette had been blinded by a light that she realized she should have paid more attention to where Lila was. The girl has walked along the wall behind the desk and turned on the lights by the front door.

The Joker whirled around to see her, grabbing some cards-

No.

No, Marinette couldn’t let him do that, no no n-

“No,” she screamed, throwing a crumbling and stale cookie at the eye she could see from the side angle. It hit, and the Joker let out some strong obscenities as it did so.

Marinette noticed him trying to regain his balance and slid her room’s key card under where his feet landed. Luckily, her plan worked and he slipped cartoon-banana style onto his back while still rubbing cookie crumbs out of his eye. His fall aggravated some of the still bleeding cuts on his body if his angry scream had anything to say about it.

Lila had begun to run to the elevator. As stupid as her classmate was, Marinette was glad. The Joker was fully focused on her, and wouldn’t care that the elevator was being used so long as he was occupied with Marinette. She wouldn’t have to worry about Lila’s life.

The Joker turned to face her, eye still red from the cookie. His pant leg seemed to be more blood-soaked now and he had a few newer cuts on his jaw and neck from the lamp. And he was furious.

Very furious.

Marinette couldn’t count on any help. There was a chance that Lila would leave her to die to the Joker, hoping he would go away after she was finished. She didn’t want to assume any of the heroes were coming, she didn’t want to think of them right now.

There was no way she’d beat the Joker.

But she had to stay alive long enough to call for help herself.

“If you weren’t so resistant and,” The Joker lolled his head and grinned, “Dull, I’d consider allowing you to become my new Harley-girl.”

“I’d rather die,” Marinette said without thinking, slowly standing from the floor. She clutched her purse strap tight. Her last cookie was too crushed to use.

“And so you will,” The Joker raised his cards.

Marinette wouldn’t be able to dodge fully, but if she could avoid dying instantly she can still fight while injured – she’s done it before.

But then a vine grabbed his arm from behind her.

No, not a vine. A whip. A whip made of a vine.

“I suggest leaving the girl alone,” Marinette glanced behind her to see a woman with bright red hair and an outfit made of plants.

Poison Ivy.

She looked back to Joker, who’s grin was now a snarl.

You see, Joker was the A++ of the villains because he’s the one that got all the normal questions and all the bonus questions right. Everybody in the world knows about him. Ivy, in terms of ferocity and general evilness, she scored lower than Joker.

But the Joker is injured. He had a limp and he’s bleeding and Ivy isn’t. Plus, for all Marinette knows, the Joker has been cheating on all his tests.

Though right now who was the better villain didn’t really matter because one was trying to kill her and one was trying to save her.

Marinette rolled out of the way of the two villains and stood. Joker wasn’t focused on her; his angry eyes were trained on Ivy.

“You stole my Harley,” he growled. Marinette couldn’t find it within herself to feel an ounce of sympathy for him.

“She wasn’t ever yours,” Poison Ivy spat the name ‘yours’ like a curse.

Marinette felt like they were two nuclear bombs about to go off and she was just waiting to see who would blow up first.

It was Joker.

He grabbed onto the vine wrapped around his arm and pulled. Ivy lost her balance but let go of the vine so it hit Joker in the face as he yanked it. The vine landed near his eye that still leaked cookie crumbs and Joker howled.

Marinette tried to remember something about Ivy’s powers. She was immune to all poisons and toxins. She could make other people immune too. And…

Marinette’s eyes went to the plants by the hotel lobby’s windows. She knew they were real, she could smell it when she first walked in. Fake plants didn’t emit the same scent that she started picking up on the longer she was Ladybug.

While Joker and Ivy were fighting – Ivy just kicked him in his bad leg after he tried to use Joker Venom on her and failed – Marinette ran to the plants.

“Let’s see if I can help her,” she mumbled, picking up one of the larger pots. It had a rock about the size of papa’s fist in the pot, likely to keep it from falling over. It was still light compared to the vending machine.

“IVY!”

Poison Ivy glanced at her, then Marinette threw the pot, hoping she wasn’t skinned alive for throwing a plant. But she seemed to get the message and extended a hand out to the plant.

In midair, it expanded. Grew. The plant was well taken care of, so it grew enough that the pot burst, it’s roots hit the ground and its rapidly expanding stalk punched Joker in the throat.

It stopped growing once it hit about four and a half meters. The high ceiling of the hotel was about six meters, so nothing stopped it from falling.

She heard someone say something. It sounded like, “look out,” but Marinette was more focused on scrambling out of the way of this plant that chose to fall toward her instead of Joker.

It crashed through the window, spilling shattered glass onto the street. The sound was loud and Marinette flinched, her back against the wall adjacent to the window to avoid becoming smashed like a bug.

She barely had time to think before more playing cards were thrown at her. She hit the ground, using the huge plant as cover.

“You dirty rat,” he spat out. His voice was raw, and she couldn’t see the bruise forming on his neck. She could imagine it though.

Her lungs ached. Marinette covered her mouth and breathed in, trying not to make noise.

“You best leave her alone, Jester,” Ivy snarled. She sounded fine, slightly winded, but uninjured.

“I wanted to see the little Parisian smile,” he sounded wistful, sad. Marinette closed her eyes and remembered his face. She wouldn’t fall in his little trap. She hoped Poison Ivy wouldn’t either.

“You wanted to kill her.”

“Killing you would be a dream come true too.”

She heard more cards. She heard the vine whip being used. She heard something be sliced – the door? She heard Joker laugh.

She smelled blood.

“What?” Ivy’s breathing was labored. “You think a little flesh wound would bother me?”

“It’ll bother that brat you stole from me,” Joker sounded utterly delighted. “It’ll bother her more if she finds it on a lifeless body!”

Marinette’s heart lurched into her throat. No, no she couldn’t let this happen. She couldn’t expect Ivy to save her without risking Ivy.

She still had her purse strap. Silently, Marinette moved around the plant.

She heard Ivy lash out with her whip again. It sounded slower.

Marinette ducked and rolled under a stalk that was high enough off the ground to go under.

After a brief scuffle, she heard something else being sliced. It hit the ground, and for a moment Marinette panicked before realizing it was too light to be Poison Ivy.

While crawling, her hand landed on some far-reaching glass from the knocked over vending machine. The pain registered, but Marinette didn’t care about it for long.

“You bastard,” Ivy sounded winded. She had to help, please let her be able to help.

Her eyes landed on a rock, one about the size of papa’s fist. The one in the pot earlier. She picked it up carefully and began tying her purse strap around it. It wouldn’t have as much range as her yoyo, and it would be heavier, but it was better than nothing.

“Afraid you can’t beat me without your little plant?”

She turned, now past the plant and on the side with Joker and Poison Ivy. Her newly-made weapon in hand, she crawled slowly and silently behind Joker. She was still under a large leaf, so Ivy didn’t see her. She could see both their legs and the cut whip at the ground.

“I think you’re underestimating me.”

Marinette could see blood trickling down Ivy’s left leg. She was bleeding much faster than the Joker was. She pushed forward, ending up behind Joker. His legs were within arm’s reach.

“There’s not much to underesti-”

She swung her rock-and-purse-strap yoyo as hard and fast as she could at the Joker’s injured knee. She heard his leg crunch under the force, saw his leg beds an unnatural angle before he fell, heard his scream.

Marinette felt sick.

All she could cause is pain all she can do is hurt she’s useless she can’t save anyone-

“You,” Joker’s words are muffled against the carpet of the hotel lobby. He calls says a word in English she doesn’t know. It rhymed with the English word witch.

“Takes one to know one,” Poison Ivy huffs out.

Then the other window – the one that wasn’t shattered by the plant – shatters. A dark and cloaked figure looks odd standing under the lights of the hotel lobby.

“Poison Ivy,” he paused, just then noticing the Joker.

“I can see I’m not needed anymore,” she turned around, “I was just here to save the kid, no need to arrest me this time.”

The Joker laughed. “You call her a kid?” he asked. “She threw a vending machine at me! Broke my leg! This brat is not a kid, she’s a menace!”

Her breath left her. She’s a menace, a villain, a revolting person…

Marinette looked at her hands. They were bloody.

She barely heard him repeat menace a few times before his breathing evened, likely falling asleep. Poison Ivy made no further comment as she walked out of the miraculously still functioning door. Marinette didn’t hear it close until two pairs of footsteps walked in.

“Batman, why’d you let Ivy walk ou- oh,” a voice she didn’t hear at the manor, Damian’s older brother, spoke. Dick Grayson, his name was.

“Father,” Marinette froze at Damian’s voice. “What is Joker doing here?”

“It appears she was rescuing…” Batman paused, clearly still trying to asses the situation.

Marinette is an idiot. She must be, because she chose that moment to shakily stand up, revealing herself to Batman and Nightwing and Robin.

Robin’s breath hitched.

And that little sound is what made the dam break.

“I’m sorry,” she was spiraling, but she didn’t care anymore. “I’m a hor- horrible person and-”

“Hey now,” Nightwing took a step closer. “I’m sure you’re not-”

She held up her hands, showing the blood on them. Her blood, but that didn’t matter.

“I broke his leg,” she took a big gulp of air. It sounded like a sob. “With a rock. And I threw things at him. A chocolate bar, a cookie, a phone, a lamp, a vending machine-”

“A vending machine?” Batman sounded far away, muffled.

“Miss, please calm down,” Nightwing’s voice was grainy. She wasn’t hearing it fully, she wasn’t there she was away, far away.

“I’m terrible, horrible, I shouldn’t have done this,” all she could hear was her words – were they thoughts? She didn’t know anymore.

She wished she didn’t exist, then she couldn’t make mistakes.

Her vision began to grow spotty. She couldn’t tell what was up and what was down.

“Angel,” Damian’s voice seemed to whisper. “You need to breathe.”

Her lungs ached. She didn’t care though. She didn’t need to breathe. She didn’t matter that much.

The world went dark around her.

[theadgrodcast]

The Manchego Brothers Part 1: Cheese Wheel of Fortune

1min 20secs

Narrator

Ladies, and gentleman please silence your phones

If you were respectful, you’d leave them at home

Turn them off! ‘Cause a tale we’ll tell

If you don’t hear it, you can go straight to hell

It’s a story about two brothers who

Loved each other and they went through

Some trials and tribulations

‘Cause they were for their nation

But they realized halfway thru

that what they were asked to do

Was not right for them or you….

(spoken)

Lucky for you I’m just the introduction guy. But make sure you turn off those cell phones, and listen because I have a tale to tell. It’s about the Manchengo… Manchego!… sorry I just got the script.

(Sung)

The Manchego Brothers!

It’s a tale unlike any other!

If we we went back 65 years

We would see those brothers right here

Let me put you in the place

let me put you in the space

It’s the 1935 worlds fair

Let me take you there…

Sir I said silence your cell phone!

OOooooooo…..

Put it away or you will go!

Here comes the curtains!

Here comes the show!

Curtain draws…

Reporter

(Spoken)

Welcome to the 1935 Worlds Fair! Where all of the world’s most brilliant scientists are here, and there! Let’s go over here to a little stand with the Manchego Brothers!

Hello sir, what’s your name?

Charles

Well hello. I am Charles… well, Carlos is my original name but you can call me Charles Manchego. And this is my brother, Earl Bradley, and we’re here to show you our robots that we have made.

(Sung)

You see right there?

It’s put together

in a snare

There is a little tiny nut and bolt there that adds the arm to the body

and then you’ll see

That these robots they can act just like you and me.

But to not weird everyone out

I made a little dog and a cat

so you can see what they do

you can see when they look like that

Check out my robots

They’re right on the table

And they’re able

to walk for a mile

or bring you your cable

or your newspaper that’s 

outside of your front door

That robotic dog can bring you that

and bring you so much more

Our robots are for your life,

our robots are for your wife,

and for your kids,

a do do your taxes

Reporter

(spoken)

My word, I’ve never seen such a sight. Look at these robots. They’re really tight. Not a single nut or bolt is loose on these gooses! I’ll tell you these Manchego Brothers are going somewhere!

Randall Hogan Sparkwell

(sung)

Oh, yes, they’re going somewhere

That’s right, me!

I am the financier!

My name is Randall. Hogan. Sparkwell.

and let me tell

you that I’m here

to give these men

the financier

and then i know when

it will start to produce

the things that I use

shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

they don’t know yet

Hello my name is

Randall. Hogan. Sparkwell.

It is very nice and gentlemen

I can tell

You are two smart boys

And your robot toys

are gonna go somewhere

because they are the nation’s choice

(Spoken)

Gentleman I would like to finance you in your robotic endeavors for the good of our Spanish nation! That’s right, did I not mention the worlds fair is taking place in Spain?!

Narrator

(Sung)

And then Earl Bradley looked at Charles.

And he said, “My friend

We’ve been working on this for quite a while”

Earl Bradley

Come on man!

Let’s get that money

Let’s get going

Let’s make our robots

and someday we will be showing…

How smart we are!

and how far we can go!

We are ahead of our time!

So far that we don’t even know!

Come on Charles!

We’re brothers

Don’t you know?

We been working on this robots

since, well let’s go!

Way back when

when we use to hang out

with our grandparents then

Back in la mancha

you know, La Mancha!

We use to watch them make the cheese, Charles.

Don’t you remember?

Grandma & Grandpa making the cheese.

And our little rat friend, Enrique.

Charles

Why yes,

I remember that time

Let me express it

in my best rhyme

Oh Earl Bradley

You brought back a memory

Of something that i couldn’t remember

but now I plainly see

Back in the day

as we watched

our grandparents

make the curds and whey

It’d turn into cheese

A delicious thing

that you could see

and it is something that made our town

beyond what we could ever be.

That’s right

We’re the family of Manchego Cheese.

It’s a creamy delight

you can spread on your bread

or you can eat it at night!

It won’t hurt you belly at all

But beyond that

Let’s get back to the present

and think about how far we can go

Earl, I’m in buddy. Let’s take the money of 

Randall Hogan Sparkwell.

And we will make these robots

We will never tell

How far we can go

until we go

until we get that dough

Raaaaaaandall!

I accept your deal

Because it is real

Raaaaaaaaaandall!

Give me the money

and I’ll give you the honey

By honey I mean robots

Just give me what you got

It doesn’t matter if it is not

For the good of humanity

Just give me that whole, whole slot

of money baby.

Narrator

(spoken)

So a well financed Manchego brothers they got their laboratory, and they got their plans  together.They started to put together robot, one piece by one piece. At first it started off with ease.

*Tinkering*

Earl Bradley

Nut by nut

bolt by bolt

after we’re done

an electric jolt

giving life

inside this can

I’m putting in

a metal man an iron man…

Thats… that is not allowed

Cause Disney has all of that

let’s keep going now

A metal man

(whirring)

And I flip the switch

Which

turns this man’s brain on

and he starts to go on and on

(whirring)

Your first directive is to pick up

That cup

Your second one is

to take a tiny sup.

But every time

they break the glass

every test t

hey just can’t get passed

Their directives are impeded

by the things that keep them receding

It’s a lack of conscious

oh yes its that

I know exactly

we’ll get that

we’ll put it in,

inside the can

then we’ll make

a bionic man

Yes!

Narrator

Earl Bradley

knows what to do

so he starts going on through

his mind

and in every plan

in every stand

He finds

the only way

to get the pay

to make those robots

save the day

is to put inside

a conscious mind

A conscious mind.

Earl Bradley

Charles! Charles!

Charles

Ugh what?

Earl Bradley

I know how we can do it!

We got take a mind

and put it into it!

That’s the only way

we will make the robots

to save the day

Because every one’s got

An emotional attachment

Except for these

nuts and bolts

We got give it an electric jolt

with a brain inside

to make it ride

to end of the directive

that we put inside

so now I know where to go

it’s a close soup kitchen

because there are some people

that no one will be missing.

Ooooooh Yeah!

I’ve got it

I’ve got the plan

we’ll take a brain

from a man

electric jolts

into a can

Narrator

Well this didn’t sit right with Charles and he thought…

Charles

Earl

You’ve gone mad

Did you not listen

to our grandma and our grandad?

They said

the best recipe

was to let things sit

and you will see

The true answer

don’t try shoe horn it in

Because if you try to put a man’s brain

inside of a can

He might freak out

It won’t work out

what are we going to do

If he starts to digitally scream and shout

Oh my God,

What can I say?

How can I make Earl Bradley

Not think this way?

Not think this way?

So I went for a walk

and I had a talk

in the park

then i thought

maybe it’s getting kind of dark

But then I saw this beautiful lady

and she started to walk to me

and I said pardon me, m’am

but I see puddle in front of thee

So i took off my jacket

and I put it on down

so she could walk across

like it was some cloth ground

and she looked at me,

said, “you are quite a polite gentleman”

I said m’am

can i get your name

and could i put it in

my tiny black book

well i know that’s not

what you think it is

because I’ve only got

my mother’s and sister’s

and my dad’s number

i hope to put it in

I hope to lumber

Oh girl, will you go on a date with me?

Beauty

Yes I will, because you seem like a gentleman.

Why don’t you take me to a place

where we can sit down

and have some coffees

or a latte

and my favorite is cappuccino

Charles

So that’s where we went

that’s where the next 30 mins were spent

I realized that

this gift

was from above

and I fell in love

and i started to talk

and after those three caffeines

we started to walk

and she looked at me

and she started to stalk

my mind and she could see

I was about to walk

into a war machine

You know Franco and his fascist are gaining speed?

Beauty

What kind of work do you do?

Charles

And then I started to lean

on the corner

and i told her about aboot

all the robots

all the things i shoot

inside a mechanical can

with my brother Earl Bradley

and she looked at me

so damn sadly

And she said

Beauty

I know about this Randall Hogan Sparkwell

He is going to send your soul straight to hell

he is a war financier

don’t you worry cause he is not anywhere here

i’ll whisper to you

the things that you do

are not the right for me or you

they’re gonna hurt all the jews

Do you not know

That Franco

Wants to take your robots

into a show or war

To fight off all the allies

to fight for something more

That no one wants to by at a store

That’s fascism. That’s fascism.

I’m not talking about fashion.

I’m taking about fascism.

Charles

Well I didn’t know.

That my robots would go

to keep so many low

so i’m not going to do it anymo’

No, no, no, no

I made my way

back to the laboratory

that day

to speak to my brother

E.A.R.L. Earl Bradley

and I said hey man

we can do this anymore this way

(Spoken)

And all of a sudden there was knock and things got really cool and chill like

Randall Hogan Sparkwell

(sung)

knock (x13)

Open the door

Open the door

I’ve got some rock

that’s right it’s me

Randall Hogan Sparkwell

I’m here to tell you something else

you did not know well

Guess what Franco wants to buy your robots.

Did you know that?

did you know that?

Charles

I didn’t want to tell

Randall Hogan Sparkwell

That I already knew about Franco’s plan

Because i learned them from one sexy wo-man.

But Earl, Earl was on it.

And he said

to...

Earl

Randall Hogan Sparkwell

Let me tell

You of the plans, things

That we’ve done well

There’s a robot can

But we really need a man

what we’ve been doing is taking rat’s minds and

putting them inside this can

just these little tiny rats

well they are made of bolts and nuts

and they weren’t all of that

they were organic matter but instead we put them in there

and now they’re walking around

with metal and no hair

That’s right

These rats

They still want to eat

the cheese

cause that is a thing that’s in their mind

they need

the wheel

We’re gonna put the man

inside the can

and send the allies

straight to hell!

Charles

No, Earl Bradley! Why?

We used to be so close brother

why do you feel this way

why do not see another

another way we can be here

where we can stop Franco

and all of his terrible gear

and all the terrible fascist

that want to go there

and send people off

and burn their hair

oh my God Earl

come on man!

You know what

I got to go from this land

for just a while

So I left, I left

and I never dialed

my brother!

I don’t know what he did

But I went off to the land of

America!

and Alaska!

And Canada!

And Mexico!

I traveled the world

There is no where

That I’ve ever not been

I’ve always been there

I’ve been on every land

I’ve seen every man

I’ve shaken the hand of every woman

and every childran

I’ve learned so much

I got in touch

with the people around the globe

Now I’ve returned

back to Spain

So I can share with my brother what I’ve learned.

Charles

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Yo Earl! It’s me Chuckie!

That’s right!

Spent sometime over in America!

and now I’m Chuckie Manchego

You ready for this bro?

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

You’ve been fed a lie

by a bunch of spies

A bunch of Spanish people

that don’t know why

America’s pretty cool

they trying to tell you something

different in the school

cause Franco and all his fascists

are trying to dash all your hopes

You won’t go to the place

of the red white and blue

But there’s a ton of things to learn there

and a lot of things to see.

Well I went to the grand canyon

I saw some things

and I went to the island

where the statue of liberty sings

then I went to Ar-Kanasas

My god they got a really fine ass

But I got a wife

inside my life

we spend so much time

talking at night

I got to know her

all across the land

and then we met a man

named Hannibal and he had us a plan

Earl, Earl!

I’m going to buy into a franchise!

It’s called Hannibal’s Pineapple Pie

and I’m gonna put it all across spain!

You see I’ve learned a trait

I love to make

Pizza steaks!

I’m going to buy into the franchise

From this guy

Who said I’ve got a really good eye

and he wants to invite me over to dinner

But that’s going to be later.

I’ve got to get to you and tell you where you’ve gone wrong

I’ve been thinking about you since I left so long

what your doing it’s makes no sense

just come over to the states and make some cents

with me.

We can open a Hannibal pineapple pie!

Robot Earl

No brother.

I’ve gone too far.

I’m too deep

I’ve put too much time in

you see it first started with Rats

then it started with people I didn’t care about

I took their conscious mind and put it in a can

but that wasn’t enough for this science man

you see I had to do me

so i put myself into a cybernetic city

mentality

I’ll live forever

well into 2003

I didn’t get to share this break through

with all of you

cause you had left

to go through

the arctic and beneath the two

different states

that’s right north America

and the southern one

now you are done

and come back for fun

Hell no!

I’ve spent too much

I’ve done too much

Spent too much dough

I’m gonna send these robots into

the second war.

Don’t you worry about me

Cause i’m gonna live forever

and can’t you see

Charles…

go ahead and live with your wife!

I don’t care about your life

Charles

No, don’t hurt me so

Earl Bradley I love you though

you have lost your mind

and now I find

I can turn back all of time

so lets just rewind

the problem that have

why can’t we live together

why can’t we ever have our brothers

Our brotherhood

like it was

oh that’s right

that’s because

you’re fighting for those fascist sons….

of bitches!

So now i’ve got to fight my bro

Even though

I didn’t know

things would go this way

I’ve got to stop this fascist today.

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