“I can tolerate stupidity. What I can’t stand is someone being proud of it.”
“I’m not greedy. I just accept gifts when given to me, that’s all.”
Meanwhile, two hours from Venom, an altered Crusan-class ship
was cruising without worry toward the home planet of Andross’s
Similar to the Great Fox in length but half in height, the ship could
a couple tons of cargo, and while it wasn’t meant as a passenger ship,
it could carry up to forty people. The disk-shaped ship had four
vertical wings on the very back; two on the top and two on the
Though the wings were colored gray, the rest of the ship was painted
and the engines on the back spewed off green flame that could propel the
ship faster than any Invader jet. The door of the ship was a ramp
at the bottom center of the ship, and just on front of it was a large
machine gun that could hide inside the ship itself and could destroy a
Greenie with five blasts.
The pilot of the Violet Vision tried to take a short doze amid the soft humming of his ship’s engines. Jason had been flying this beauty ever since he first gotten into the delivery business, and he never wanted to let go of it. It cost him a lot of money to alter it, but he had more than compensate it with his successful deliveries, though his loyalty to Venom or Corneria were mixed. He doesn’t want to fight anyone, unless provoked. He was never good on his shots, so he usually tries to talk his way out of a fight. Still, he did shoot down a couple of jets however.
The control room was a twinkling display of computers, blinking lights, several beeps, and radar. Jason slouched on a black leather captain’s chair, not moving since the ship was on auto-pilot. He yawned and scratched his right armpit.
Clark came in the room from behind, eyes searching for something. “Um, Mr. Wolfman, where do you keep the food? I’m getting hungry.”
“Down the main hall, all the way to the end, and then to your left. Don’t touch the pretzels, Mr. McHara. If you do then I’m going to change course and leave you all alone in Fortuna, freezing your red, furry butt off. There may be many barrels of pretzels in the room, but I can count. You understand me?”
“Alright, alright. I’m not a fan of pretzels, except for pretzel rods. I like tornab crab better. You like those?”
“I never eaten any type of crab before. The only seafood I like is salmon, trout, and hush puppies.”
“Hush puppies? They’re in the seafood group? Oh never mind. How long till we get to Venom?”
“Two hours. Why do you want to go there, anyway? It’s nothing there but military bases, military factories, and a maniacal emperor.”
“I’m a relative of Andross, so don’t insult him.”
Jason stood up so quickly that he became a little woozy. “What? That can’t be! Andrew is the emperor’s only relative!”
“The only known relative, my dear Jason. I don’t expect Andross to remember me, for I was just a tad of three when I last saw him.”
“So you’re going to Venom for a reunion visit?”
“Well, that’s not the only reason. I have more important matters that I must speak to Andross.”
“Well does anyone else know about this? How can you prove it?”
“No one knows about my true relation to him except for me, and I have my evidence. Now I would love to chat some more but my stomach is more important so I’ll be going. Don’t worry, I won’t touch your precious pretzels.”
“And don’t touch my cola-coca either!”
“Sheez, what a bad host you are. With two million credit dollars with another five coming, you can buy all the cola-coca and pretzels you want.”
“Don’t touch them, you hear me?” Jason said firmly, sitting back down on his chair.
Clark shook his head and left the room. “Yeah, yeah, yeah....”
“I love my pretzels and I hate anyone who goes near them. Last time someone took a bite out of them, he became a stain on the sidewalk of Fremak City.”
“Okay, Mr. McHara. Now’s the time to panic,” said Jason
The four Bolse fighters were on the tail of the Violet Vision, ready to fire their lasers at the cargo ship. Venom was within sight, but the Bolse station was in the way, and the officers there are not accepting visitors at the moment.
Clark, hopping mad, barked at the comlink. “Why are you not letting us through?”
“You are illegally attempting to enter Venom. Turn away immediately or be fired upon,” the leader of the four fighters answered.
“But I have given you the special landing code!”
“I have my orders. Leave within five seconds.”
Clark was so mad that he couldn’t speak another word. He could only mutter a few curses and then left the control room. It was up to Jason to smooth things over, but he had already run out of options.
“Listen, isn’t there any other way we can get through this?”
The Bolse fighters responded by sending off a barrage of lasers, ripping off pieces of the Violet Vision. Jason cursed at them indirectly and accelerated to full blast. He knew that he could outrun Bolse fighters, but he might be arrested anyway. After all, there was already a squadron of Bolse fighters coming right at him. They take intruder problems seriously and quickly.
Outgunned and almost surrounded, Jason must surrender or his pretzels along with himself would be extra crispy. He shoved his comlink near his muzzle and yelled out in loud, frantic voice. “I surrender! This is Jason Wolfman of the Violet Vision! I surrender!”
Escorted by three Invader jets, Jason’s ship was sent to Venom
HQ for the gray fox and his passenger to be arrested. When the ship
landed, the three escorts left for space again and the ship was already
surrounded by lizard guards armed with machine laser guns and one of them
had a bazooka in case Jason may try to blast off to escape.
Clark mumbled to himself as he and Jason were at the door, the lizards impatiently waiting outside.
“Well,” Jason said, still amazingly calm. “Looks like this reunion of yours had gone off to a bad start.”
“How can you be so calm about this?”
“That’s just my nature. I often try not to be scared. Inside, I’m actually being frightened off my wits. Well, it’s been nice knowing you.”
Jason pushed a button on the wall, and the door went downwards, forming into a ramp. As soon as it touched ground, three lizards came inside and pawcuffed both of them. While Jason was cooperative, Clark actually tried to struggle with them.
“Why are you doing this? I demand an answer!”
The lizard escorting him out bashed him on the nape of the ape’s head with the butt of his machine gun. “Shaddup!”
“I’m a relative of Andross! I deserve not to be treated like this!”
The rest of the lizards laughed.
The one with the bazooka mocked him. “Yeah right, ape! And I’m Wolf O’Donnell! Git these two fools to the prison. Maybe three days of jail before the trial would shape up your senses, ape!”
“I have proof! Look in my luggage!”
He was hit again on the back of the head. “Shuddap, I say!” the same lizard yelled at Clark’s ear.
One of the lizards that was in the ship came out. “There’s no one else, sir. It’s just the ape and the gray fox.”
“Okay then. Put this purple ship to Hangar 4. It’ll be dismantled later.”
Jason’s purple eyes grew wider, and for the first time, he too struggled. “No! Not my ship! Don’t!”
“You’re not in position to say anything! Git these fellas to prison, now!”
Another three hours had passed. Andross was sitting on his
throne, bored senseless. It was one of those days that nothing
seems to happen, and if he would to sleep through days like this, he
miss anything. However, he would soon know that this won’t be a
day after all.
A mongoose messenger burst inside the throne room, his face rather a combination of puzzlement and surprise. “Your Imperial Majesty, we had just captured a cargo pilot and a passenger three hours ago.”
“And this concerns me how?”
“Well, the ape passenger claims to be of relation to you.”
Andross sat up straight, eyes widened to attention. Someone like this doesn’t come everyday. “A relative of mine? Other than Andrew, I have no relative.”
“Well, apparently, this Clark McHara had evidence of his relation to you. In the form of a photo album. When I looked through it myself, it had a picture of you along with a female ape and two babies.”
“You have that picture?”
The messenger reached in his pocket. “Yes, I do,” he said and pulled out an old, out-of- date photo and gave it to Andross.
The confused emperor studied the picture slowly, realization creeping inside his mind. Andross must be only twenty years old at the time of the photo being taken. He was too young to have a beard, and his youth was captured neatly in the picture. He must be a doctor at the time. He seemed to be smiling, and had his right arm around the shoulders of a female ape wearing a beautiful yellow dress, and she was carrying two young apes, perhaps three to four months old.
Andross recognized the female. She was Andross’s first love, five years before he met Vixy Reinard. The two babies must be his two sons,....but they were killed at a boating accident when they were three years old, along with their mother. Andross was at the boat also, and he was the only one who survived.
Or so he thought he survived alone.
“This Clark McHara, bring him to me now!”
“Yes, my Lord,” the messenger said quickly and left.
Alone in the throne room, Andross stared at the picture with a certain joy, but there was also a taint of shock and worriment that blended in with the joy. If this Clark was that he thought he was, then he should be happy to see him. However, why did it take so long for Clark to find him, if he had the picture all along? How did he survive the boating incident, if he really was one of those two....
The mongoose came back, along with a pawcuffed ape wearing silk clothes like a successful upperclass criminal. The messenger was dismissed until further notice, and when Andross was alone with Clark, the younger ape bowed.
“Where did you get this picture, Clark McHara?” Andross demanded.
“I had that for a long time, Andross. I don’t remember where I got it. Are you surprised, Andross?”
Andross ignored the question. “If you know me as a relative, then how come I have never seen you before?”
“Never seen me before?” Clark responded with puzzled eyes. “You lived with me, my brother, and my Mom for three years. Don’t you remember me?”
Andross shook his head. He was told long ago that there was no hope for his two sons to survive the accident. Now, all of a sudden, here’s one of them, in the flesh. “But the accident...”
“I barely survived that. Even at three years old, I was smart enough to know that a piece of driftwood can be helpful to keep my head out of the water. Unfortunately, my younger brother failed to realize that.”
“So that means you’re....”
Clark’s eyes sparkled, and nodded. “Yes, Andross, or should I call you...Father?”
“He may have some of my blood, but it takes more than bloodlines to become a relative of mine.”
Now it is time for my next step of my master plan.
Clark McHara, oldest son of Emperor Andross the Great, took stock of his new abode
with a sense of triumph. It was rectangular in shape, with white walls and red carpet. A monitor phone with a direct line to Andross himself was laid on an end table next to the bathroom, and by his king-sized bed was a large drawer for his clothes and other personal belongings. While he may used to live in a mansion back in Katina, falsely supporting Corneria, he liked this place better. Once he would take all of his millions of dollars from Katina and to here, he would be firmly settled.
Andross had already appointed him as Admiral of the First Fleet, but Clark had no need for a military position. He loved war (his business had a side-product of biochemistry weapons), but he wanted to control more than a third of the entire Venom Navy. He had bigger fish to fry. He sat down on his bed, thinking up what he was supposed to do in his next step of the master plan. He knew that Andrew was currently the heir to the throne, but that might change, now that Andross has a son with him. Sure Andrew may not take it lightly, but what can he do? He’s nothing but a spoiled moron. Nothing can stop good ol’ Clark now.
It was an accident that had caused Clark and Andross be separated long ago. Andross was a doctor at the time, though he was still yet to be in the spotlight. He and his family were on a boating pleasure cruise on Crystal River, somewhere in Corneria. During the middle of the night, when they were all sleeping inside the large boat, a leak had somehow flooded part of the boat within seconds, and when Clark woke up, his head was damp with the flowing water. Bawling for help, he awoke the others, but because they were all alone, there was no chance for help coming soon, and since it was dark, they had no idea where they were. Andross, along with Clark’s mother, went up to the deck, and noticed that they were in the middle of a storm. Just as Clark got up to the deck himself, he saw his mother being thrown off overboard by a large wave that had swept across the deck. Andross grabbed hold of a rope before he could be washed away, and rushed back inside, taking his son with him.
The rest of it was a blur of discolored memories. Clark could recall seeing his younger brother drowning after the boat had sunk, and he was hanging on for dear life on a piece of driftwood. He failed to see Andross, and he won’t see him for the next twenty years or so. He floated on the river for four hours, and when it was daylight, he found his way to the shore, too exhausted to even move.
An old leopard, named Trepna, was the one who found Clark sleeping on the damp sand. He took him to his home, and cared for him till Clark went back to health. However, Clark was grieving his mother so much that his mourning had turned to anger. Andross, his own father, was the first and only suspect. He always had a certain dislike for him. He felt uncomfortable around him, like he was feeling some sense of evil in his father. That was the reason why he had stayed with Trepna and not go back to Andross.
Trepna died of natural causes when Clark was ten. Clark was then sent to a wealthy foster family, and was educated to become a business person. At the tender age of twenty, he became a millionaire, and his business of computers and weapons had grown and grown. He had devised his master plan all along, and greed was one of the main factors of driving his ambition.
Now, his reach for the goal was close, and Clark could feel it. However, he knew that he must be cautious, keeping his plans a dark, dark, secret. If Andross knew what was he trying to do, he would no doubt have his own son’s head be paraded on some street.
Andrew, still not knowing what was happening in Venom, waited
nervously in the lounge room of Deep Space 10, a space station near Aquas
that serves as a base for Venom troops. He could barely sit still
on the leather yellow seats, all alone in the small room. An hour
ago, he had received word from Leon and Pigma that they wanted to meet
him in this station. Andrew had no idea what they wanted, and also
if they heard about the incident with Amy or not. The suspense and
guilt was eating up inside him.
The sliding doors open and the figures of Leon and Pigma came inside. Pigma was being his usual self, munching on an eclair with chocolate and vanilla frosting on top. He snorted a short greeting to his ape co-pilot, then sat down on a seat close by him. Leon was acting differently. He seemed to be under restraint, like he was trying to control something inside him that wants to get out and murder somebody. The chameleon stood by Andrew, and when the ape stood up to face him, he could see the burning anger in his yellow eyes.
“Andrew,” was all that Leon said. It was the tone of his voice that made Andrew chilled to the bone.
“I have heard news from Venom.”
Andrew almost gasped with relief. Apparently, Leon haven’t heard about the other news yet. “What is it?”
“A visitor had arrived in Venom and met Andross. If what I have heard is true, then you have a new relative.”
“You heard me. The visitor’s name is Clark McHara, and he’s the son of Andross.”
Andrew shook his head, totally skeptical. “That can’t be right!”
It was Pigma’s turn to talk. “I didn’t believe it when I heard it, but this Clark had proof, and now Andross believes him. The Emperor had even appointed him as Admiral of the First Fleet, and we haven’t even heard that he has a military history or not! In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised that he will become the heir to the throne.”
“There’s something fishy about this,” Andrew said. “Why would this Clark would come to see his father after so many years? Why haven’t Andross told me that he had a son?”
Pigma swallowed the last of the eclair and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. Why don’t you ask your Uncle when we get back?”
“What’s going on in Katina?”
“We lost,” Leon said coldly, his eyes burning straight at Andrew. The ape was beginning to wonder that his luck might not hold for long.
“Are there any other news?”
Leon nodded. “There is...one more matter that I must speak with you.”
“Um, okay then. Shoot.”
“I wish, if I had my gun with me.”
Andrew gulped soundly, eyes full of panic.
Leon spoke again. “About a few hours ago, I have received some news about some attack in Zoness space. May I ask what had happened with Amy? From what I have heard, it has seemed that you was the one who shot her down.”
“It was an accident. She came right in front of me and I thought it was a Cornerian ship.”
“Did you bother to take a better look at it?” Leon said, reaching in his pocket.
Andrew shook his head. “Um, no I haven’t. I’m very sorry about what had happened. Amy is still alive.”
With a quickness faster than Andrew’s eyes could follow, Leon pulled out a shock phaser and since it was already on, the chameleon stabbed the device’s shocking rods to Andrew’s chest. While it may be too dull to get into the skin, the device had other ways to hurt someone.
Andrew yelled out in pain and staggered back, holding his new burn wound. Leon stayed where he was, turning off his phaser. “She better be, you idiotic moron, or Andross will have to find another heir to take his place.”
“You can’t kill me. I’m the nephew of Emperor Andross!”
“Try me. Now, I’m going to Zoness to see a certain someone,” he said.
At the spur of the moment, Andrew had no idea what Leon was talking about. “Who?”
Andrew immediately received another burn wound on the chest. “Ow!!!”
“You know who!!” Leon barked, his yellow eyes gleaming with boiling anger. With a disgusted grunt, he turned and marched out the room, muttering silent curses. Pigma stood up, and without a glance to Andrew, followed the chameleon. Andrew, smarted by the two burn wounds, sat down with a groan.
“It was an accident,” he told himself.
“I’m innocent in shooting down Major Amy Johnson by intentional means. It was purely an accident.”
Two weeks had passed without any hint of Cornerian interference
since the attempted raid on Zoness. Amy finally awoke, her burns
almost healed and wearing a brace due to a broken right arm. She
complained at first about a massive migraine, but it waned down as time
went by. Due to the lack of qualified surgeons, she was still
those headaches, and only her many years of experience with it had
her from going berserk.
Wolf had finally finished the repairs on the wolfen-II, but Andross had no missions for the entire Starwolf team at the moment. Leon had been irritable the whole time Amy had been in a coma, but the news of her becoming out of it was a great relief to him. Pigma had finally decided to go on a diet, but quit after two days, complaining that he was starving to death, despite the fact that he was still eating two servings at each meal.
Andrew and Clark had not once given each other a chance to even tolerate each other. Andrew took him as a snobby ape who looks down at anyone in disdain, especially at Andrew. Clark took the still current heir to the throne (officially for now) as a spoiled brat that threaten others with harsh words but keeping his gun on the holster, never to use it. Andrew griped and complained about his new relative, but his uncle did nothing. They rarely talked to each other except to argue, and they were never be quiet in the same room together except during formal dinners and ceremonies.
While all this bickering had been going on, Andross had kept his mouth shut. He seemed to enjoy the bickering, and once he smiled gleefully when his own son and nephew were yelling at each other so loud and violently that one lizard in the same room had covered his ears, rushing out of the room for fear of his safety. However, despite their bickering, Andross had failed to see what did Clark want from him. After all, Clark was already a rich ape when he came to him, so wealth was out of the question. Power may not be it, for although he wasn’t officially heir, Clark was his son and therefore the true heir, so Clark could just be patient and the throne would be his. There seemed to be nothing that Clark wanted, although there was the possibility that he just wanted to live with his own father.
One afternoon, a huge banquet was about to start in the Main
Hall, which was just below the Throne Room. No one knew what was
the occasion was for, so they figured it would be a surprise. The
Hall was twice as big as the Throne Room, which was massive in it’s own
respect. It was red carpeted and each wall had one large painting
of Andross posing, each of them different. The one table in the
was constructed with marble and gold, and it was large enough to seat a
hundred people, with three people on one end. The chairs themselves
had plush velvet green cushions and the arms were crafted with the finest
maple. On the Royal End of the table were three specially designed
chairs, the third one finished just yesterday. The two designed for
Clark and Andrew had red cotton cushions, and the backs had white marble
and silver. The one on the center, for Andross (no one except Clark
and Andrew were allowed to touch it) was similar, but the back was twice
in height. A silver hawk was perched on the top of the chair, it’s
still, cold eyes looking down like a fierce leader.
The ninety-four guests were all high-ranking officials, mayors, governors, and the Starwolf team. Wolf, Pigma, Leon, and Amy all sat together close to Andrew, and Caiman, a Lt. Commander who was second in charge of the defenses in Area 6, sat on the other side from Wolf.
The guests still had no idea on the occasion, but since they were served with fancy eel, blue tornab crab (the most delicate and rarest of all tornab crabs), and broam clams, they never bothered to notice.
“Can I have some of that?” Pigma said to a lion mayor next to him, pointing at his clam with greedy eyes. “I just had the last one.”
The lion was almost disgusted by this pig’s ravenous appetite. “Yes, that was your fifth serving. Can you let me finish this?”
Pigma grunted a reply and mumbled as he went back to his half-eaten eel. From across the table, Caiman chuckled and shook his head. “You know, with an appetite like that, I could only wonder how you could still fit in that wolfen-II cockpit.”
“By special request, his is bigger,” Wolf remarked.
Pigma tried to ignore that remark, but sneered at him. “Say Caiman, what species are you?”
“What species? Oh, I’m a-”
He was suddenly interrupted when Andross stood up from his chair, smiling and eyes gleaming. “My faithful subjects, I wish to thank you all for joining me for this banquet. Once again, I should congratulate the excellent chefs for these courses.”
The crowd applauded, and stopped quickly when Andross prepared to speak again. “Now, the reason for this banquet was to celebrate a new beginning. As you all know, Clark Olkonny (Clark had dropped off his McHara name) is indeed my son, and the past two weeks have been absolute joy for me, for now I know that my line will continue on the generations. He has been a great benefit to me and the entire Venom Military, and therefore, I shall give him a new title.”
At hearing this, Andrew rolled up his eyes in disbelief. Oh great, he thought, another stinking title for Clark to boast. What now, Admiral of the First and Second Fleet?
Andross motioned his son to stand up, and laid his massive right paw on Clark’s shoulder. “I hereby declare Clark Olkonny,...Heir to the Throne of the Venom Empire!”
Instantly, the guests went into an uproar of cheers and applauding. Wolf, knowing how this would affect Andrew, simply laughed heartily. Even Amy, blaming Andrew for shooting her down, found this amusing. Clark beamed like a seven-year-old in a birthday party. Smiling and nodding in surprise, he shook paws with his father, and glanced a how-do-you-like-this look on Andrew. The former heir’s face was one of shock. He dumbly looked at his uncle, too surprised to even gather up sense of what had just happened here. Did Andross just stole the inheritance from him and gave it to that snobbish idiot, after only two weeks?
The rest of the banquet went on smoothly, for most of the guests. Andrew was hungry for desert, but ate none of the sweet gama candy and chocolate pudding. His thoughts were too turbulent to let him eat. Puzzling questions and hate statements warped through his mind. He just simply stared at his meal, not expressing any emotion or thought. Like a mourning statue, he sat for the remainder of the celebration. One by one, the guests stood up, gave their regards to their Emperor and new heir, and left with full stomachs and little sympathy for Andrew. When Wolf decided to leave, he went over to his co-pilot and shook his head.
“Well, tough luck, pal!” he said, and left the Hall laughing.
Andrew couldn’t sleep. The shock was just too much.
He laid flat on his bed, not moving, eyes not moving. “Of all
He sat up quickly, a sudden anger rising in his head. “Now here is this ape who barged into my life saying this and that about being the son of Andross, and sure I didn’t like it, but what can I do? Uncle actually liked the pompous ass, and he told me to live with it. In just two weeks, he managed to make my life a total Hell. He complained about the food, the air around Venom, the soldiers that push him accidentally in the hallways, and even about his bed, which is twice the size as mine already. He kissed up to Uncle so many times I wished I would get a knife and shove it down his throat! And now,...now I have just been dethroned off my inheritance! Oh dare this pompous idiot would come in here and demand it! Oh sure he looked surprised at the banquet, but I wonder how much bribery he had done to his own father to get it. He doesn’t love his father! He’s just using him!”
He stood up, grumbling and growling, anger becoming a force in his actions. “Well, this stops now! I’m going to see Uncle and demand this idiot to confess his true nature! I will make Andross know that while Clark uses him for his own benefit, I would still faithfully stand by his side, wanting nothing!”
He straightened his clothes and marched out, determined. He never bothered to bring a weapon along.
“I hate Andrew. Enough said.”
“Dum-a-dum-a-lee-a-do, do-do-da-la-dum-dee....oh, come
on, Clark, get the murder over with!” Jason muttered as he waited
in his ship. He sat on his pilot’s chair, alert for hearing any
firing or seeing an ape running like the dickens.
He was glad that his ship was almost untouched. The pretzels were gone though, and that had made him steaming with silent fury. Someday, he wished, those Venomians would pay, for the two weeks of jail, the treatment in there, and eating his own pretzels.
Suddenly, he heard the expected noises of footsteps on a hurry, and phasers firing lasers. He spotted Clark, his shirt ripped off, running toward his ship with five guards chasing him.
Gee, only five guards? What’s wrong with the security here? He remarked, and turned on his ship’s engines. Clark ran inside, and the door ramp quickly closed behind him. The frantic ape ran inside the control room, muttering curses.
“C’mon, Jason! Move it! Move it!”
“Alright, alright! What’s with the shirt? Andross’s girlfriend was in the same room?”
“Just get the hell out of here!!!!”
With lasers pounding the Violet Vision with no effect, the ship rose into mid-air, and with a blast of engines, began to sped off into space. Five Invaders tried to chase it, but the purple-colored cargo ship was just too fast for them. Clark McHara (he gotten back his old name) had escaped.
It was peaceful and quiet around Katina space. The white
planet was a bright sphere as Jason, knowing that he was safe now, had
stopped his engines (they were almost over-heating, due to the high
and drifted in mid-space. Clark shook the paws of the pilot that
saved his life.
“I thank you with all my heart, Jason Wolfman. As a reward, you will be given the five million I promised earlier plus a two million bonus.”
“Well thank you. Where do you want to be dropped off? Katina?”
“Well, I have another thing in mind. Now, you did hate being inside that jail for two weeks, right?”
“Well, we don’t we strike back? We can hire mercenaries with my money, and this ship really is useful, once it gets a make-over with more laser gunners.”
“Hmmm, now that sounds good. You and me together as leaders of a team?”
“We strike back Venom and give them what they deserve?”
“Yes. But I don’t want Corneria as our allies. We just lead a team of neutral pilots. Will you accept this idea?”
“Yeah, I do. I think those idiots shouldn’t get away with eating my pretzels. Let’s do it!”
They grasped their paws tighter as they shook, both of them smiling. They now have a new dream: making Venom pay.
As you might have already seen, Amy Johnson was a character in this story. For those of you that haven’t read “Of Snow Leopards and Leon” yet (you really should), Amy is a real-life person. If you really want her to be in one of your own stories, then you MUST have her permission. Also, you may have noticed that I was in this story as well. It’s almost a reflection of me. While pretzels are my favorite food of all time, I’m not all that obsessed with it. I can handle not eating them for four days straight, but afterwards, I might get a little cranky.