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"I Wanna Be MSP" by lily_death
Varicose shook his head. "Thanks," he said, "But no thanks. Close enough just isn't the same. The red eyes see better in the dark! MSPs are on a rare TCG and are highly valuable. So special! There's also the wicked sharp teeth I can chew better with. But let's not forget, the plushie Poogle is just a little...ahem...bald. Not that there's anything wrong with that. It's just...not me. I can't throw out my brush just because I can't be a MSP."
The Lab Ray Scientist appeared behind us, ready to close the double doors. "Almost closing time," he said, before laughing manically.
I gave Varicose a pleading glance.
He sighed, "Fine. I'll go."
Varicose climbed on the steel platform and waited. Meanwhile, the Lab Ray Scientist's Cackles grew louder and more maddening by the second. The hum of the laser increased, electricity snapped and popped, and a bolt of lightning flashed. The lights went out and I couldn't see Varicose.
The Lab Ray Scientist's voice came over the loudspeaker, "The ray is fired and Varicose and..."
My heart stood on the head of a pin.
"He doesn't change at all!"
I sighed as Varicose let out a cry of disappointment.
"Come back tomorrow and try again."
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