We find our heroes standing before a bank, preparing to go inside. Sea spray washes over them from nowhere, while Major’s dress slowly slips down her shoulders and towards her ankles.
“Of all the super powers, this one is my least favorite.”
“And what’s that?”
“The power of my cleavage to keep up my modesty in even the most dire of circumstances.”
Most dire indeed, for there is a sudden explosion of heat and tension.
BOOM! CRASH!
Oh no! Striding out, untoward portals in tow, we have the lowly Friend Zone!
Dun dun DUUUUUNNNNN!
“Who is that? I think the narrator said it wrong.”
“Oh, very astute, Major darling.”
“No cap about it, captain.”
Correcting their slightly inebriated narrator, the heroes find themselves on the correct side of punctuation, for this devilish demon is none other than the abyssal Fiend Zone.
“AT LAST, THE NARRATOR HAS CORRECTLY IDENTIFIED ME AND MY REIGN OF TERROR SHALL BEGIN.” Foul creatures burst out of the portals, all bulging muscles, throbbing veins, and voluptuous-firm wings.
Most heroes would have a snowball’s chance in hell against such madness, but the flames of passion burn brighter than any damnation.
“What do you think, Captain: salsa, or sex?”
“My dear Major, not until page sixty three.”
“Then onto the tango.”
The clap of her hands upon his buttocks send sound waves careening across the city. The force of his grip upon her lusciously shining shoulders sucks all the air out of the room. Caught between the two blasts, the summoned demons are ripped in twain.
“CURSE YOU, CAPTAIN AND MAJOR ROMANCE COVER!!!” The fiend flies off to wreck havoc another day.
Once again, the day is saved, by Captain and Major Romance Cover. T-A-N-G-O indeed.
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