Mullet!fic chapter seven: Booster and Beetle save the world. (Skeets and Junior help.)

[doctorv]

Arg! Finally it's finished. ...This chapter, I mean. Not the whole fic. No, there's an epilogue yet to come.
If you don't know/remember what happened in previous chapters, or are wondering just how parallel this is to what happened in the comics, check out Chapter Six where I ramble on at length about such things

Comments

[chameleongirl79]

Oh yes!!
I found this fic last night, so you have no idea how happy I am to open my flist this afternoon to see an update ^_^

This comm causes so much glee, I love it :D

I love you Skeets.

[doctorv]

*grin* Happy to oblige. (Your comments feed the self-esteem beast. It hungers....)

Skeets: <3

[silver_apples]

Wait! You can't end it there! You're mean!

Loving this so much. The Junior and Skeets interaction and Beetle and Booster being used to working together while not speaking to each other and Junior's messed up concept of death and the kiss--so wonderful. And I like the title.

On a mostly unrelated noted, I can't hear (or read) anything involving "the son of" without adding "meets Frankenstein."

[doctorv]

Bwa-ha-ha! Can and will. And yes. Yes I am mean. ;D

If you're enjoying so much of it, then I must be doing something right. *grin* Thanks!

Heh, yeah, I was going for a bit of subtle parody with the "Son of" crack. (Though for some reason I can't get "Son of Sam" out of my head, despite the fact that I was inspired by things like "Son of the Wolfman".)

[doctorv]

Yay! More commentary! ;) Thanks!

[bluepard]

Without those key parts, the Bug was designed to do nothing but turn on the windshield wipers, no matter which button was pushed or lever pulled.

Oh, Ted. If you and Booster ever break up, call me.

I also loved the Doomy Death and Junior in general. And. Yes. Great. XD

[doctorv]

Oh, Ted. If you and Booster ever break up, call me.

Back of the line is around the block. ;)

*grin* Thanks!

[apathocles]

EEE. *love*

J'onn quickly checked to see who was available who could deal with such a problem, trying to ignore the strangely familiar headache trying to form.

Hee. Poor, poor J'onn.

The image of Junior painting Zombie Max will keep me happy for a long time to come.

[doctorv]

Poor, poor J'onn.

I intend for him and Junior to eventually meet. Shenanigans to follow. ;D
J'onn: They...bred.
Junior: You're cool and green and an alien. Friends? *offers raisins*
J'onn: ... -_- *headache*

The image of Junior painting Zombie Max will keep me happy for a long time to come.

I suddenly envision Junior painting a happy clown smile on Zombie Max's rotting face....and want to draw it. o.o

[apathocles]

Aww, J'onn. You know you love it. *gives him big hugs*

I suddenly envision Junior painting a happy clown smile on Zombie Max's rotting face....and want to draw it. o.o

I want you to draw it!