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When last we left our halfwit "hero" he attempted to Thwack Jar Jar Binks. Fair game, yes, you'd think it would all go well, but nooooo, Grey goes and screws it up. First he knocks off Jar Jar's speech impediment, spraining his shoulder in the process, and then he goes and knocks Jar Jar's face in. The bad way.
So now Jar Jar Binks is somewhere out there, looking for more mainstream rolls, like duets with Brittany Spears and Celine Dion, and maybe even going into a boy band. This is all Grey's fault.
Grey is attempting to fix things by hunting down Jar Jar and Thwacking him good and proper, once and for all. How does he expect to do that with one arm? Well, for that we go to Canada. . .
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You! You're Jar Jar Binks!
Uh, no I'm not.
That didn't sound too certain, you're sure you're not Jar Jar Binks?
Grey, he's just said he's no. What would Jar Jar be doing in Canada anyway?
He said something about possible duets. And it's as good a place to start as anywhere.
Okay, but does he look like Jar Jar Binks?
After what happened-
After what you let happen.
-After that little incident Jar Jar doesn't even look like Jar Jar. I only got a quick look at him, and who knows what he's done to himself since then.
Look, if you two are busy, I can just leave.
No, we haven't sorted out just who you are yet.
Uh, do you mind telling me who you are?
I am Grey, and this is The Mighty Trout!
Ahem.
And this is Blackbird. My sidekick.
That's all I am? A sidekick?
And why's he carrying that fish thing.
He carries The Mighty Trout because I've just sprained my arm.
You've over exerted and over used that arm.
Well, there are a lot of stupid people.
What's that got to do with anything?
He's right, it's not just the amount of people you've been hitting with The Mighty Trout, it's the fact you tore off Arnold Schwarsennegar's arm.
That was you?
What's that got to do with anything?
It was too much too soon, too fast.
I've Thwacked that Little Bow Wow twit since then.
The doctors said you needed to rest that arm months ago.
Hey, Arnie needed to be Thwacked.
Did you have to rip his arm off?
Under those circumstances, yes.
Did you have to then keep the arm as a souvenir?
Yes.
Why?
I need some sorts of trophies from my exploits. I mean this sort of thing doesn't exactly lend itself to collecting.
Then why have you hung it up in my closet?
It's not your closet, it's the Trout Cave.
It's my closet.
It's the Trout Cave.
Since when has it stopped being my closet and started being the Trout cave?
Since I took all your clothes out of there and started putting Trout related materials in there.
All that's in there is Arnold's arm.
That's all I've managed to put in there at the moment.
Uh, guys, if you don't mind, I'll just slip away now.
No, stay here, we still need to question you.
Yeah, but it's kinda awkward while you two have some sort of domestic dispute.
What?
Uh, we're not oriented that way.
Yeah, our lack of women has nothing to do with our sexual orientation.
Just ask Jessica Alba, she provided quiet a list of reasons for why Grey wasn't good enough for her.
Hey!
I suppose I should be thankful you're not hanging up obsessive posters of Jessica Alba in my closet.
Uh, why are you putting stuff in his closet anyway?
Because, Blackbird here wanted to be a part of the whole Trouting thing so I made him my sidekick.
I thought that would mean running around with him and helping with the various Thwackings.
You do help with the various Thwackings.
How?
By providing me with a place to hide evidence and thus protecting me from charges of assault with a deadly fish.
You mean I'm a convenient hiding place.
Exactly, that's why the Trout Cave is at your place and not mine. You always have an alibi and I never have red hands.
So that's why you've indefinitely commandeered my closet.
Yes. But don't worry, I'm always on the look out for a new Trout Cave.
Far away from my place, right?
Hey, you wanted to be in on this.
Uh, can I go now?
No, not until you tell us just who you are.
I'm Bryan Adams. Is that all? Can I leave now?
Yes, fine, I don't think you're the sort of person Jar Jar Binks would try and hide himself as anyway. Wait! Bryan Adams?!
Yes.
Canadian rock/folk/crap musician?
Well, the first three quarters of that sounds about right.
No no, that last bit is especially true.
Oh damn yeah.
You're the annoying vegen, wishy-washy twerp who just won't stop and shut up no matter how many people tell you how annoying you are.
So? What are you two going to do about it?
Well, normally I'd Thwack you. But I'm under doctor's orders to take it easy on the arm for the next few weeks.
So I get to do it.
Don't look so happy, we're not entirely sure how this is going to work out.
Uh, guys?
Come on, you got it in one or two attempts, how hard could it be?
The year of intensive training.
Guys?
You mean that year you spent moping around your parents house before you decided you needed to get out and actually do something with your life?
Hey, I always planned to do more with my life than sit around watching cartoons.
Excuse me?
Didn't look like it from my point of view. Or anyone's point of view really.
Guys?
What?
Uh, what's a "Thwacking"?
Well, you may just find out, if Blackbird can do this with only a few days practice.
I can do it.
Do what?
Then do it.
What?
Fine.
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That was pathetic.
It got the job done.
Fine, fine. Besides, it's only Bryan Adams and we can come back for him later. In the mean time we still have to find Jar Jar Binks.
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And so Grey marches off into the sunset, Blackbird swinging The Mighty Trout behind him, intent on fulfilling their quest to hunt down and stop Jar Jar Binks once and for all, or else we lynch him.
To be continued . . .
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