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Having received marching orders from Dr. Tannis (and they were the kind of orders Kenzi delighted in, otherwise she would've forgot it), she'd made a couple phone calls, gotten some spray paint, some knives, some lighters, and some weapons.

And now, outside Fast Eddie's: Operation Take Down the Man! Or the Jackass. Same deal.

"Light it up!" LET THERE BE FIIIIIRE!

[ooc for Kenzi's strike team of sabotage of Hyperion hyperbole!]

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"Like squid? I am so not turning my next masterpiece into tentacle porn," Sparkle intoned, tapping his bat against his shoulder again. "I mean, not unless someone asks really nicely."

"Nah, like I said - he's the boring kind of slimy. No tentacles, just diseased dicks." He perked up. "Unless you want to show tentacles strangling him! That would work."

"You know, I think the inherent threat of that would do a good job of overpowering any ideas of auto-eroticism," Kenzi said brightly, as they started across the park, eyes open for any monsters or psychos.

"I'm pretty sure the festering boils would do the job on their own," Sparkle pointed out, "but hey, I'm always open to expanding my artistic expertise."

It wouldn't be that much of a stretch.

"Festering boils are good!" Cecil agreed. "Festering boils on a festering boil. And dripping and oozing, too!"

"Uuuugh. And also, peeling strips of skin..." Kenzi was snickering as they came within sight of J,GOB. She stopped giggling and started humming the Mission Improbable theme.

"Huh. Guess I could like make it look like his face is peeling off or something," Sparkle mused, and then fell a little quieter, mostly because he was uncapping the Sharpie with his teeth as he approached the poster. "Watsh nyy bakh, guysh?"

He had some quality art to create.

"Sure!" After all, you had to look after your fellow dangerous rebels. Besides, it was a pretty nice back.

What? Cecil was taken, he wasn't dead.

But okay, he knew what Sparkle meant. He hefted his gun and looked around for anything trying to kill them.

Kenzi was playing with her lighter, but also keeping an eye out too. Looking up. Most people forgot to look up! That's how she made it to the theater last night.

"I wonder if they've found the first poster yet." She snickered. "We'll have to check Radio when we get back. Ooo, nice use of shading, Sparkle."

Eeuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.

"Ooo 'ike ih? Sh' deffinickly ny desh 'ork 'et."

Yeah, that made a whole lot of sense, Sparks.

Of course, he was far more concerned about drawing horribly malformed dicks all over the poster than properly pronouncing anything, so maybe he could be excused for that. And look! He even added a little flourish when he wrote 'Hideous Jack-off' at the bottom!

"Very gross!" Cecil agreed. "And I'm doing radio tomorrow morning!" he told Kenzi with a smile. "I'll be sure to mention it all if they haven't found it by then."

He was really looking forward to it.

"Awesome," Kenzi said with some satisfaction. "And I like the text. Extremely accurate. And you, Cecil, our the voice of Fandom in this." She flicked her lighter again, then looked consideringly at her lighter fluid spray gun. "Maybe set fire to a garbage can before we move on?"

Kenzi, you pyro.

"I will never say no to gratuitous firestarting," Sparkle intoned after re-capping his pen. "I say we do it, then get to the last one and get the hell off the streets."

"Sounds great!"

Cecil was pretty much just enthusiastic about everything to do with this. "Oo, can I fire just once at his face? It'll drip acid all over and eat away at parts." He hefted his gun hopefully. "I'll try to miss all the art."

"I think it would look great-- but it's Sparkle's art. Maybe stand pretty far back?"
Kenzi was happily lighting some trash and then throwing it in a nearby dumpster. WHEEEEE!

"Farther back you stand, the more splatter the acid'll get, I bet," Sparkle noted, but he was stepping out of the way all the same. "But I'm not married to the thing. Go nuts."

He kinda wanted to see this guy's face melt off anyway.

Melting was definitely good. Cecil gauged a good distance to melt bits off and avoid most of the artwork, then let fly. The electric shock didn't do much, but the acid splattered on his forehead and dripped down like anything!

"I have got to get me one of those things," Kenzi said admiringly. "Allright! Second performance of commando art completed! Move out, troops!" Then she cracked up, since military was about as far from her as possible. Heeeeee.

Military was definitely about as far from Sparkle as possible. He'd already had a gun in his hand this week, thanks, and he'd like to avoid ever having one again, if he possibly could.

"Lead on, Commander," Sparkle said, tightening his grip on his baseball bat and swinging it forward, pointing ahead of them down the road. "We're almost done, here."

Cecil did his best salute and marched after Kenzi. For about two steps; then he was back to bouncing. "This is fun. We should do it more often."

"Like a gang. An art gang." Which was way more them than any kind of army troop. Kenzi walked backward for a bit, gesturing. "There's plenty of stuff down on the docks that could use redecorating or politicization even when we don't have evil overlords on the island!"

Oh, and take a photo of that art for Facebook!

"Oh, man. I vote we glitterbomb everything once this bullshit all blows over," Sparkle decided, grinning. "Just, like, fill a water balloon full of glitter and watered-down glue and let fly."

It would be glorious. Don't deny it.

"Oh, my." Cecil had stars in his eyes (not literally). "That would be so...neat!" He was hugging either of them that didn't squirm away fast enough.

Kenzi had to laugh and hug him back, and then take another photo for Facebook.

"Right. Onward! Into enemy territory! And you know some random acid and paint and fire along the way...."

Would probably attract the wrong kind of attention, but like she cared about that right now.

"I'm thinking more paint and fire than acid," Sparkle noted, blanching slightly as Kenzi pointed out that 'enemy territory' part. He was still reeling a little from the run-in he'd had in the Kwik-Stop with Alec the other day. "The gun's pretty loud, you know?"

Not that they were being particularly quiet, themselves.

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