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camouflage outfit?"

"We're a team, remember?" he said, as I jumped into the back
of the jeep. "The Armed Avengers! Now hang on, here we go!"

"WEEEEIIrddd..." I muttered to myself as the jeep took to
the air, following the red ship carrying the confused but silly
politician into the air.

"Dude, what the hell are you saying?" I shouted to Andre
over the rushing air. "I'm a super hero?"

"Yeah, remember? We're the crusaders of good and justice!"

"You're sick, man. You used to steal slushies when Abdul
wasn't looking at the local Kwikie Mart!"

"What?" he shouted back. "When was this? We've been
crimefighters for years!"

"I want OUT!" I shouted to the winds as we continued to
ascend. "Do you hear me? This is a seriously perverted version
of a place I hold most dear, and I want it gone NOW!"

Funny, I didn't see my apartment. In fact, I hadn't moved a
damn inch.

"No time!" Andre shouted. "Get yer gear on! We're
approaching the MOTHERSHIP!"

"Mother WHAT?" I shouted, pulling on the camo jumpsuit.

Certainly was a mother of a ship. Big sucker, too. And
naturally, the docking hatch was WIDE open. And why not? What
would be the sense of keeping the heroes from having a chance of
winning, if this was pure fantasy? In fact, those doors should
be--

"Hang on, they're closing! I'm gunnin' the gas!" Andre
yelled.

Yup. Cliche #644, the Slowly Closing Doors. And naturally,
Andre makes it in just before they close. The jeep swerved
around the huge cargo bay, coming to a rest on the metal floor.

"Come on! There is no time to lose!"

"Forget you," I said.

"What?!"