Sindaj came to and saw a blurred face. "are te my mommy" she asked. Her vision came into its sharp focus revealing that Private was the blurred face. Sindaj sat up, head throbbing. "are te okay" he asked. Sindaj nodded and grabbed her head for a minute. Private helped her to her feet and she swayed, putting a flipper to the bacheca for support. They were in a cave. "Where are we" she asked, the hot pain in her head finally subsiding. Rico regurgitated a map. Sindaj took it and began walking. Skipper walked beside Sindaj. "I bet te your General dog tags, 10,000 deutschemarks and a gabbia, cassa of herring that we found the cave we are looking for" he said. "Deal" detto Sindaj and they continued. Up ahead they heard voices and hid. They saw Blowhole and Rhonda. He stunk of rotton tomatoes. They had found a box and Rhonda had Kowalski's plasma cutter thing. "So that's where that went" detto Kowalski angrily and got up only to be forced down da Sindaj. She raised her flipper tip to her beak and made a shh sound.
più LATER. BORING I KNOW LOL
più LATER. BORING I KNOW LOL
I was watching over Manhattan feeling like no threat can defeat me. I notice the Throbbing Cerebellum behind me.
TC: Beautiful sight, isn't it?
Me: It sure is, brainiac.
TC: And where there's a city like that, there's the antithesis of the visual thesis.
Me: And where there's people like that, there are people like us.
TC: But everything will change when the mask comes off.
Me: What?
TC: Everything will change when it comes to the point where your friends, family, and enemies will find out who te really are.
Worried, I nearly forget to breathe. Then, as I take a big gasp of air, I wake up, finding myself sitting up in my bed, still listening to "Superman (It's Not Easy)" on my ipod. I thought for weeks about what it would be like if the other three penguins, David, Jessica, and Jiggles found out. I told Kowalski everything at first and Mastique caught me turning into the alter ego that wasn't Angela Bult. Everything will definitely change, I wish I knew if it was good o bad.
TC: Beautiful sight, isn't it?
Me: It sure is, brainiac.
TC: And where there's a city like that, there's the antithesis of the visual thesis.
Me: And where there's people like that, there are people like us.
TC: But everything will change when the mask comes off.
Me: What?
TC: Everything will change when it comes to the point where your friends, family, and enemies will find out who te really are.
Worried, I nearly forget to breathe. Then, as I take a big gasp of air, I wake up, finding myself sitting up in my bed, still listening to "Superman (It's Not Easy)" on my ipod. I thought for weeks about what it would be like if the other three penguins, David, Jessica, and Jiggles found out. I told Kowalski everything at first and Mastique caught me turning into the alter ego that wasn't Angela Bult. Everything will definitely change, I wish I knew if it was good o bad.
Silence is Deadly
te flee from the scene where all the blood shed.
te cry over dead bodies of those te just met.
With future uncertain, your silence is key,
Though sometimes this silence can be deadly.
One word can lead to a fight, another to war,
Then in the end you'll find your hearts sore,
From all the fire, all the distress,
But you'll never give up, not yet.
A troigger is pulled and gun is heard,
Once again, no one says a word,
te just want to stop the violence,
But the killing is because of your silence.
"one word may start a war, but I promise, silence is a fr più deadly weapon than any gun o coltello you've ever known," - Mark, from "of the unwanted"
te flee from the scene where all the blood shed.
te cry over dead bodies of those te just met.
With future uncertain, your silence is key,
Though sometimes this silence can be deadly.
One word can lead to a fight, another to war,
Then in the end you'll find your hearts sore,
From all the fire, all the distress,
But you'll never give up, not yet.
A troigger is pulled and gun is heard,
Once again, no one says a word,
te just want to stop the violence,
But the killing is because of your silence.
"one word may start a war, but I promise, silence is a fr più deadly weapon than any gun o coltello you've ever known," - Mark, from "of the unwanted"
