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[the_hammer_is]

WHO: Captain Hammer & Dr. Horrible. ...And maybe others who want to come and try to stop this nonsense?
WHERE: Um. Central Park?
WHEN: Sunday 5/31/09, 4:00 PM.
WARNINGS: Violence, but of the cartoony sort. Probably. Also, manly swear words.
SUMMARY: Somebody's going to get the Hurts Donut of a lifetime.
FORMAT: Acres of Teal Deer. I'm duking

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[the_hammer_is]

The first clue Hammer was in the vicinity was that there was a crack of concrete breaking off of some other piece of concrete. The second clue was the ornamental bird bath that went zinging through the air about two feet from Dr. Horrible's head.

Then the dork in the fedora was pulling open his shirt and loosening his tie in one movement, to reveal that dreaded yellow logo. The one his agent had told him needed to be done by the top graphic design company in LA, otherwise what was the point?

The shirt cooperated, the tie didn't. He coughed a bit, and then started fumbling with the knot, turning slightly red.

"One sec, I got this..."

He held up one finger and continued yanking ineffectively at the tie with fumbling fingers.

[the_hammer_is]

"You already-...are a bird brain, I just *kaak* thought you could use the company!"

Snappy comeback number 391, duly memorized after hours of painful repetition. And yet, he could still make it look good.

Finally, the tie was loose, and he flung it aside...just in time to watch a big beam of glowy blue light lancing right at his favorite self. That wasn't good! Reflexively, he ducked, and the bolt sizzled harmlessly over his head, where it crashed into a nearby squirrel. Unfortunately, said squirrel was halfway between a leap from branch to branch, and thus fell to the ground with a sad little thud.

"You monster! That squirrel had a family!"