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There's no place like home...

ClannfearRock

on April 14, 2019

After three days of a much needed rest and recovery and replenishment, the A-Team approached the King, and in no uncertain terms, reminded him how they had fulfilled their end of the bargain, and with great labours, they had not only caused the demise of the H.I.V. organization, but also brought about the destruction of Spiral Keith, and his evil organization, successfully ran off the twisted and perverse Crabbits, taken charge of Tradertown, neutralized the Johns of the Gully Hollow Gulch, and by victory in the civil war thereof; Half of them opting to become low lives; have brought the other half of Tradertown, who supported the cause, into his sphere of influence. Not to mention defeating the entire low life army, and bringing peace and order, handing it all over into the hands of the Trichomoniasine King. All of which being no small task. Then, looking at the King intently, bid him sternly to now deal justly with them, fulfilling his end of the contract by showing them the porthole back to their world. Remembering the warning of his vision, and the stern faces of the A-Team, the King immediately acquiesced, dismissing his stewards and his guards, bidding the A-Team quietly, to follow him, leading them into a secret room. Once inside, he showed them a secret door, leading to a secret tunnel, into the secret basement of the palace itself. Saying, "Well, this is it, A-Team". The A-Team became quickly annoyed at the King. Hotpants, warning the king against treachery, to which the king assured them no such thing was occurring, then reaching down, and opening a secret door on the floor. A dark hole opened up, having a mysterious glow about it. When the A-Team saw that this was most definitely a porthole, and the King's description of Clannfear Rock on the other side, they were at once overjoyed, that this was it. It's really, really it! Their long odyssey, and their many labours would finally come to an end. They were finally going home. Hotpants, dreaming of what a big man around town he would become. Hedgedude, looking forward to his pickup and tent, and a nice drink at their booth, back at Club Foot. The Colonel, needing to check on his fried foods empire, not time to waste, and all Man Monster has been thinking of since the Lithopedion valley is the delicious, heavenly flavours of Fat Bart's Dogs. He wanted more, but there was no more, and now he could pound all the chili dogs he wants. For Fat Bart's Dogs are the best. And so hating long goodbyes, the A-Team wasted no time. And as they stepped through the porthole home, they had wondered where everybody had gone. Will the king show them the way out? Will those who want to leave get a chance to? Do the men of Tradertown know of this exit? Join us again next time to find out! In the exciting continuation of the Man Monster Retrieval Arc, from the otherworldly, Hula Hoop Void!