Fei: Man, you're a pain in the ass. Don't you have a space station to supervise the construction of?

Grahf: *HOOOOOOOOOOOOOH HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH* Very funny, wise guy. I've decided you don't get to have this airplane, so I'm going to kick your ass off it. Problem?

Fei: Hell yeah, that's a problem!

Grahf: Okay, well then let's fight.

Fei: That was surprisingly straightforward… hey, how come you're not using your Gear?

Grahf: Not necessary. *WHIPS MAJOR ASS AND THROWS ENERGY WAVES 'N STUFF*

Fei and Rico: Ow ow OW! How the hell is he doing this?!

Elly: I wonder why he's not attacking me? Oh well, eat some Gear-amplified Ether death!

Grahf: Youch. Okay, I guess you weren't nearly as weak as I thought you were. In that caseOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-*falls off the side*

Citan: P\/\/|\|3D. *banks the Goliath*

Hammer: I didn't think you had it in you, master Citan!

Citan: We are not finished with him yet. Look. *points*

Grahf: Okay, I try to be subtle and they toss me off like the annoying parasite I am. Here I come to ruin your daaaaaaaay! *ZOOM*

Hammer: *screams like a little girl*

Citan: Hammer, retake control of your relevant sphincters RIGHT NOW and get over to that gun trigger.

Hammer: Gun trigger? But don't guns, you know, shoot things?

Citan: Very good, bright eyes. Either you shoot Grahf down or we all die.

Hammer: Uwah! But I suck! *fires*

Grahf: *BOOM* Not agaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-*plummet SPLASH*

Citan: Nice shot, Hammer. You do not completely suck.

Hammer: The following legendary quote is presented to you in 3-D "Hammervision".

Citan: Well, now that that unpleasant fellow is gone, shall we return to the task of flying back to Aveh?

Rico: Hang on, first I have to beat Hammer's new-found self confidence out of him.

Hammer: Not that I am bitter to be weak and picked on by the strong! No sir! I'm perfectly fine with being comic relief forever and EVER…

*Meanwhile…*

Bart: And now for something completely different. Geez, that's the biggest bird I've ever seen! Now where the hell am I going to find a dog big enough to haul that one back? Oh well, I'll figure that out later. Battle stations!

Maison: Young master, what the-

Bart: Oh, shut it, codger, I'm going to shoot down Kislev's super-bomber before they can go tit for Gebler's tat by bombing Bledavik. So there.

Maison: And what makes you think that plane is hostile?

Bart: Because it's Kislev's, duh! It's not like that's our friends up there or anything. Sheesh.

Sigurd: Young master, does the term 'half-cocked' mean anything to-

Bart: Sit on it and rotate, Sigurd.

Sigurd: *whimper*

Bart: …and you'd like it, wouldn't you?

Sigurd: *BIG whimper*

Bart: FIRE ZE MISSILES!!! *fires ze missiles*

Fei: Doc… do you ever get a feeling of déjà vu? And I'm pretty sure it's not a glitch in the Matrix.

Citan: Come to think of it, I do feel like we are being watched…

George W. Bush: Everything I authorized was in accordance with the resolution passed by Congress! Really! *flees*

Elly: I sure hope we'll be okay, considering we're like sitting ducks flying in this big lummox of an aircraft.

Citan: Ha ha, there is nothing to worry about! It is not like there is some hidden warship out on the ocean here planning to take potshots at us! Yes, this time I have truly outsmarted them all. I am smart! I am smart! S-M-R-T! I mean S-M-A-R-

Missile: *KA-BOOOOM!!!!!*

Citan: -T… um. I hope you can swim, kids.

Fei: I'm never going to be able to afford vehicle insurance, ever. *sigh flee bailout*

Citan: Wait a minute… that ship is the…? …I tell you, Sigurd, one of these days… pow, right in the mandibles!

Bart: Wa ha ha ha! I shot it down! I shot it down! I am smart! I am smart! S-M-R-T! I mean S-M-A-R-

Franz: It's coming right for us!

Bart: -T… oh shi-

Goliath: *BIG ASPLOSION*

Ramsus: What the hell was that?

Grahf: Oh, nothing, just some ship with that one guy you really hate on it. Not that I'm trying to use you to whack him after I failed miserably, but he's heading to Aquvy and he's a sitting duck.

Ramsus: Transform and roll out!

Miang: But sir, that's a breach of protocol-

Grahf: Hold it, bitch! How dare you try to manipulate him for your own gain. It's MY turn to manipulate him for my own gain!

Miang: Oh, whatever. Whether it's for me or him or you, can we just agree that the kid with the ponytail is going down?

Grahf: …fair enough.

Part 26

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