Make Way For Dark Drakken

"Colonel Shego!"
Colonel Shego looked up from her magazine to see the identify of the voice: a blue-haired idiot in a Toonball uniform.
"Yeah, what do you want, Sergeant James?" Shego asked annoyed. "Can you see I'm reading?"
Sergeant James got up and goes over to the colonel with a proud look on his face.
"Great news! Remember when you told us to let you know when Planet Dimmsdale is in sight?" James asked.
"And?"
"Planet Dimmsdale is in sight."
Shego frowns. Of course she gave the order to let her know. She can remember things and do things well, unlike a few idiots on the ship. She can named one.
"You really are a Toonball, aren't you?" Shego asked.
"Thanks madam!" James said happily, unaware that he was insulted.
"Did you let Dark Drakken know?"
"Yep! He's on his way!"
"MAKE WAY FOR DARK DRAKKEN!" boomed a voice.
"And speaking of the idiot," Shego said, rolling her eyes. She yelled.
"Okay, all stand in the presence of his mighty one, the blue-helmeted fiend of the cosmos, blah blah, blah, Dark Drakken!"
Everyone stood up in attention as one of the doors to the bridge opens. Entering the bridge is the wicked villain himself, Dark Drakken. He looks like he could be a seriously deadly villain...if you ignored the tie that said "Kiss the Dark Drakken". And maybe if you ignored the fact that the helmet the villain got on is too big for him. As he walks on ahead, his men, made up of clone troopers borrowed from President Quimby's, the president of Planet Toonball, poker buddy, gulped nervously. Soon Dark Drakken stops nearby Shego. The villain makes a few breathing noises, sounding allot like Darth Vader. Then he put his hand up...and lifted up his mask, revealing his blue, scarred-like face gasping for air.
"I can't breathe in this ridiculous thing!" yelled Dark Drakken, gasping for air.
"I told you to get the one without the mask but do you listen? No." said Shego. "Anyway, we just arrived at Planet Dimmsdale."
Dark Drakken stops gasping and looked at Shego. Shego can see that he is really having trouble breathing in that helmet, especially with the sweating. It's also hot in there.
"Good!" said Dark Drakken as he goes over to a nearby phone with the label "Call 2-900-BILL". "I'm going to inform President Quimby at Toonball City at once!"
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