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Galvatron's Great Adventure

The Mule, PG, and billface slowly walked over to the Rusty. He threw down his shot, lit up a smoke, and looked over at Galvyduck. "You, son, are a very integral being in the universe. There is a mean old lady after you, right?" "Yes," said Galvy. "She had planned to turn me into a duck, but it didn't work, and I escaped." "Young duckboything," Rusty slurred, "do you know why you are the chosen one? It is because you are the only one, with the brain the size of a kidney bean, too small for the machine to detect, and transform. And therefore the answer lies with you. Hey, barlady! 'Nother shot, dammit! Now folks, I must join you in your journey. For troubles that lie ahead are far to great for a duckboy and some weird ass/man combo to endure." The one called PG delivered the Rusty a double whiskey, and a slap to the face. "A please would have been nice, you drunken git!" she said. "My apologies, madam. You know how I am," spaketh the Rusty one. "But you do not know much about this tavern. I knew your father, back when he ran this place. He stored away a special beverage for me. He knew this day would come. PG. There is a little trap door on the bottom shelf. Under the rum. Open it, and give me the bottle that is in there." PG does as she is instructed. As she opens the trap door, she cannot believe her eyes! "COULD IT BE?" she shouts.







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"Yes," Rusty said, "it is the magical Jagermeister." The Muley one's mouth begins to water, as he looks at the fabled concoction. "I had only heard stories," the Mule quietly said, awestruck. "It's ice cold! How can that be?" asked PG. "It was made by an extinct eskimo tribe in the great north," spoke Rusty. "It was made in with the rare blue ice of the Arctic, and will never go warm." PG handed the bottle to Rusty, and with one fluid motion, he poured four shots, and recapped the bottle. "Now the four of us must take a drink," he spoke. "This will help us on our journey. PG, you must come with us now. You have the blood of your father running in your veins. You posess powers that you cannot even fathom." "But how?" she inquired. "Who was my father?" "Your father," Rusty spake, "was the King of the Arctic eskimos. They were a magical people who held the balance of good and evil througout the world. Your father was intimate with a woman of the tribe, and nine months later, you were born. An attack from Queen Dingledorf was imminent. So he took you and came down here to the foothills of PA, to keep you from her. Her minions killed the entire tribe, except for you and your father, of course. But one dark day, they found your dad and took him away to her lair, but they never found you. That's why I am here every day, PG. I, am your protector." PG was dumbfounded. "You are my protector?" "Yes," Rusty said. "When I am here, they will not attack. But an attempt, I fear, is nigh. We must leave this place, all four of us."








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I'm talkin REAL Arctic. Like North Pole, boy. THAT'S where teh magic happens. That's also where my avatar snowmen came from. :yum::yum::yum:
 
So the four of them left the tavern, and piled into the Rusty one's white chariot of greatness, and hit the road. As they were traveling down a dark, dirt road through the woods, they noticed a stranded traveler, standing next to a broken down Prius. "What's wrong, sir?" spoketh the Rusty. "Well, my foreign car just doesn't seem to want to start." "Sucks to be you," laughed Rusty, as he drove away shouting, "shoulda bought a Ford!" As they continued down the dirt road, with only Rusty knowing where they are heading, PG speaks up, and asks, "Rusty one, where are we going?" "Yeah, I gotta pee, are we there yet?" asks the ass-man. "Hold it, it is only a bit further. We are heading to a safe zone where I can keep the duckboy from harm." They pull down a narrow, worn out cattle trail where a barn comes into view. "I know this place," says Galvy. "I have seen it in my dreams." "This is where you were born, Galvy. I am your father," the Rusty one spaketh.





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"What?" the duckboy asked. "I am your father," said Rusty. "I doinked your mamma 15 years ago, and you came to be 9 months later." "But why have you never come to see me?" asked Galvy. "Because I knew they would follow me. The baddies would follow me to where you were, and take you. I stayed away for your safety. But enough about that. It is time for rest." And with another fluid motion, the Rusty one withdrew 4 shot glasses from his pocket, and poured four more hits of the magic Jagermeister. "We all take one more drink, and go to bed. We will continue on in the morining. We will be safe for the night."


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Dawn broke, and the Rusty one awoke to dead silence. He got up, and looked around the room. Mule was still asleep, and PG was, too. But no sign of the Galvaduck! Looking around the house he noticed a pee-stained feather on the windowsill. He ran outside and saw a trail of those yellowy feathers out into the woods. He ran back inside and alerted the others with a shotgun blast into the ceiling. "WHAT THE FLOORBUFFER?" screamed the assman. "HOLY TESTICLE TUESDAY!" shouted PG. "They got the Galvyduck overnight!" said the Rusty one. "Somehow they found us and broke in without the alarm going off!" He then noticed that the Muley one was leaning against the alarm control box, and had slept against it all night, effectivley disarming the device. "You FOOL!" Rusty shoutethed, "This is YOUR fault! If you would have layed in the bed I showed you, instead of standing against the wall, this would have never happened!" Mule began to speak, "But I-" "Nevermind," Rusty said. "What's done is done. We must now track down the Galvyduck and rescue him." So the three of them piled back into the white chariot, and began their journey. A journey none of them could have ever imagined...





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Rusty Shackleford said:
OK.



And Rusty, of course, will be played by Keith Richards

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Somehow I picture Michael Richards as more fitting.....:unsure:
 

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