As we stood there in a stalemate, with Juglass' shaking like a leaf, his gun pointed in T-Bone's face, I was getting annoyed. I wanted something to happen. T-Bone never said a word, never changed expression, but slowly lifted his right hand and snapped his fingers. In a moment the place was raining Party Mix and ninjas. I ducked behind a boiler for cover. The ninjas had pictures of Juglass on their chests, framed by the words "Beaver Ultimate".
As the boys were dispatching their adversaries, T-Bone tried to get away. A dolphin with a box on his head jumped in and tripped him with his fin, knocking T-Bone into a vat of something.
"You have the right to be dead," the dolphin said, and he threw a lit Zippo into the vat, causing a huge explosion.
"Jesus, did you see that?" I said. "The talking dolphin just killed T-Bone."
"The dolphin wasn't talking," Juglass said. "The box was translating for it. If the dolphin talked, that would be cheeees-y."
Ant Man hit him upside the head and handed him a broom.
"Why am I cleaning up the Party Mix?" He said.
"I think it's because you have all the experience from playing curling."
The Ant Man nodded.
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