Kim, Steve, Gutsman and Mega Man were having a picnic outside of Dr. Robotnic’s mean bean machine, which pretty much supplied them with a never ending line of deathly farts that killed off most of the Smurf population, thus ending Ganondorfs quest to kill Tony Hayward for wanting his life back.  There wasn’t much to go on, nothing left between the battle of Mechabeck and Antimo, nor of the tiny biodrama of Morgan’s body cheating on him with his Brain, could be translated into any clues for the Keepers of reality to go on. In fact, their only clue was the over bearing sounds of the Black Syrup kicking the fuck out of the Golden Strands. They ignored this until Steve and Gutsman simply shat themselves in a flood of oil and fecal matter that drove the San Jose Sharks away from another hockey victory in the Stanley Cup.”Wow… so… in essence, we have no clue what we’re doing here? Didn’t the Council of Ten try to fight off the Chasm’s plans?” Steve asked in a bored manner as he franticly searched for any signs of sentient toilet paper to wipe his ass with.

 Kim sighed with a little bit of releif that for once in her life, the Smurfs were dead. “You know what? I don’t really care anymore, its not as if the Council did anything other than smack around a few dead guys while a mysterious Robot King beat the snot out of them. And then look what happened… Aneeh Arhem killed him off in the blink of an eye! What the fuck was that about?” she complained as Gutsman plucked a blade of sentient grass up off the ground before blowing it to the winds.”I don’t know what to think anymore. The Lost Wolf and Antimo are off somewhere enjoying the fuck out of themselves, while we’re here clearing up bits and peices of Mechabono and Mechajesus! I thought that’s what the Golden Strands were for!” Gutsman clanked about while examining the wreckage left behind from the late Mechahilton’s disastrous email attempt. “The thing I don’t follow is this: Why go after some guy thats just trying to have a good time? Does it really matter to the Chasm if-”

“Wéixíng jīqì rén nánzǐ xīnzāngbìng fāzuò qīng dàn èyùn!” a strange voice interrupted the surprised Gutsman as he gripped his chest plate in agony. “A heart attack at three cycles old? Why!?” he groaned as he fell over from the last pulse of his Ion Lithium battery powered gerbil, that had gone on strike only seconds before the attack was made. The gerbil exited via his butt panel and exploded in the furry display of abusive gerbil pride. Kim simply rolled out a vacuum cleaner and sucked up the remains.

“Who the fuck was-” “Rèxīn de yǒuguān yīnjīng zhí rù gōngjí!”  the voice said again in mysterious tones as the man once known as Steve grabbed his crotch as a tidal wave of broken glass filled party favors roared from between his fingers.

“My… Bone-itis!” he groaned in pain.Kim couldn’t just ignore her friend Steve’s demise. She swore vengeance against the assailant, who turned out to be none other than Captain Kang Luzhu of the Peoples Republican Drunk Party.

“Nǐ shì xià yīgè sǐ! Dàn shǒuxiān, wǒ xīwàng nǐ zài gèzhǒng shíyàn shǒuduàn, ér shàngjiǎo de lìrùn zhǐyǒu qūqū 10 měiyuán! Dàolái wǒ, rúguǒ nǐ gǎn!” he spoke through the dragon mask while holding up a sign that read “WHY SO SERIOUS!?”The brunette woman wasn’t sure if she even wanted to deal with this guy. But then she didn’t have to as one of Mechabeck’s airbus sized teeth slammed Kang Luzhu seven feet into the ground, instantly killing him. Morgan soon followed the path of the airbus and drove the makeshift tombstone deeper into the ground, causing the Captain to write a disappointing report in his grave through means of snake charming and flaming hoops.

“Kim?” ”Morgan?”

“I can’t believe its you!” “I still can’t believe its not butters!”

“I killed butters ten minutes ago. Who knew Captain Chaos could be such a dick!?” While the two were conversing, Antimo, Nordafet, and Spongebob Squarepants slammed into the airbus, causing Kang Luzhu to write several more disappointing reports.  Spongebob was immediately burned to a crisp via Bowser Cannon. Several million people were saved in the great act of Humanitarianism that a suicide pact made by that same several million people was carried out.

“In the end,” Nordafet began, “It all evens out.” the Deom sighed as Antimo ate the charred spongy remains of the worlds most irritating person aside from Rip Talor in a pink leotard doing Swan Lake. The New York Times hated it. Not ten feet from the group were the Golden Strands, the Bloody Strands, and the Black Syrup. Or at least a tiny part of them. Caasi wondered what Morgan was up to, but she didn’t know how he would react to seeing her again amidst all the chaos that was happening around them.

‘Go to him… and see just how he reacts to your presence. After all… You are his Wife… or were.’ the Black syrup stated in empathetic tones. The Golden Strands nodded in agreement. ”His continued existence threatens the Chasm’s plans for complete annihilation of Existence. By more than you could possibly imagine.”

The Bloody Strands formed her Human body, then expanded to cover her in a gleaming red armor of types. She walked out into the open fairly nervous about Nordafet’s reaction, and at the same time, eagerly awaiting Morgan’s reaction. ’Just what do you think your doing?’ a tiny voice said in the back of her mind.

 ’I’m going to see my Husband…’ she replied in confident tones as each step she took seemed to bring her nearer and nearer to the reunion she had been longing for. ‘He won’t accept you…’ the voice replied back angrily, as if protesting the thought of Caasi being happy.

‘we’ll see about tha-’ her train of thought was interrupted by a steely blade slamming through her abdomen. She traced the blade back to its source and saw Nordafet and Antimo glaring at her.”Morgan… we have company. It’s the Dread Queen.” Nordafet said as his blue eyes gradually turned a fiery black.

“Should we put an end to her?” Antimo contemplated as he finished the thought. Caasi looked at Morgan with a terrifying thought in her head. The thought that in spite of the vows they made together at the entrance to the Singolarita Dimensionale, he might still view her as a threat to his life. Kim watched with a slight interest before she opened a grayish portal and began to walk through it. She looked at Morgan as he contemplated his answer. “The thing is… I don’t think she’s the Dread Queen anymore… Nor is this her actual body.”

Caasi’s fear grew into a tidal wave of traumatizing terror that swelled up inside of her. The tiny voice had become a horrendous monster. ‘What did I tell you? Now you’re going to see the truth…’