The comic was too much work so I decided to convert it into a fanfic. Feel free to MST.
Awesome Force
Chapter 1
The Roads roared with excitement. Typical for rush hour. Most notable among this crowd were a reptile with gray shoes and an ignorant man with a large nose. After a silence, the man, known as Jorge, spoke. So why are we driving around with nothing to do again? The reptile, S-Y let out a sigh, and repeated what he had stated five minutes ago. Porple stopped giving us those second second second chances and finally fired us. What a pile of D-Key. Upon recovering from the brief shock of such vulgarity, Jorge stated: I see. At least we got to keep the car.... S-Y let out a much calmer sigh, as his message had finally gotten through. Yeah. But it doesn't matter, they'll be begging for us back soon anyway. I mean, who could replace us?
There was a long line outside the office. Amongst them were an obese man in a bizarre combination of cyan overalls and a pink hat and undershirt, with a jagged mustache and an unusually pink nose and a seemingly Asian man in red robes. So, what makes you think you're qualified for the job? the man in pink finally spoke. WHAT? FUNNY WHITE MAN NOT KNOW ME? ME REGENDARY JAPANESE SECRET AGENT, YOSHITA MOTO. ME SKIRRED IN ARR MARTIAR ARTS. Yeah, well I'm Italian Mario expert and bounty hunter, MICHEAL RUDNICKI! There's nobody the Wiki needs more than me! He exclaimed, looking proud. WERR, IF YOU THINK YOU SO GREAT, WHY DON'T YOU BE MY SIDEKICK? Fine. Rudnicki answered, shortly before realizing the line in front of them was gone, and the people behind them were all angered or confused. We'd better get going.
By the time they entered the room, they had already prepared a speech. However, the man at the desk unexpectedly greeted them. Sure, you'll do just fine. the man in a sports jacket said. Really? We don't need to fill any forms or anything? Rudnicki asked, looking bewildered. Nah, I heard your argument outside. You both seem great.. However, Moto wasn't paying attention. He had noticed a blue turtle lying out cold. He suddenly snapped back to what the man was saying, however. I'm SiFi, and I'm going to be your boss. He had rough hair, a blue shirt, and a matching black jacket and pants with red stripes. It was the start of a great career.
Awesome Force
Chapter 1
The Roads roared with excitement. Typical for rush hour. Most notable among this crowd were a reptile with gray shoes and an ignorant man with a large nose. After a silence, the man, known as Jorge, spoke. So why are we driving around with nothing to do again? The reptile, S-Y let out a sigh, and repeated what he had stated five minutes ago. Porple stopped giving us those second second second chances and finally fired us. What a pile of D-Key. Upon recovering from the brief shock of such vulgarity, Jorge stated: I see. At least we got to keep the car.... S-Y let out a much calmer sigh, as his message had finally gotten through. Yeah. But it doesn't matter, they'll be begging for us back soon anyway. I mean, who could replace us?
There was a long line outside the office. Amongst them were an obese man in a bizarre combination of cyan overalls and a pink hat and undershirt, with a jagged mustache and an unusually pink nose and a seemingly Asian man in red robes. So, what makes you think you're qualified for the job? the man in pink finally spoke. WHAT? FUNNY WHITE MAN NOT KNOW ME? ME REGENDARY JAPANESE SECRET AGENT, YOSHITA MOTO. ME SKIRRED IN ARR MARTIAR ARTS. Yeah, well I'm Italian Mario expert and bounty hunter, MICHEAL RUDNICKI! There's nobody the Wiki needs more than me! He exclaimed, looking proud. WERR, IF YOU THINK YOU SO GREAT, WHY DON'T YOU BE MY SIDEKICK? Fine. Rudnicki answered, shortly before realizing the line in front of them was gone, and the people behind them were all angered or confused. We'd better get going.
By the time they entered the room, they had already prepared a speech. However, the man at the desk unexpectedly greeted them. Sure, you'll do just fine. the man in a sports jacket said. Really? We don't need to fill any forms or anything? Rudnicki asked, looking bewildered. Nah, I heard your argument outside. You both seem great.. However, Moto wasn't paying attention. He had noticed a blue turtle lying out cold. He suddenly snapped back to what the man was saying, however. I'm SiFi, and I'm going to be your boss. He had rough hair, a blue shirt, and a matching black jacket and pants with red stripes. It was the start of a great career.
