Karma Congress Short

"Jules has returned from his mission to gather the gun from old Chekhov in ____________"
"Oh? You think one silly gun's going to stop all of this?"
"What do you mean?"
"You think one gun can stop the masses of blackness spreading down on our domain?" croaked _____. He got up from his table and tapped his hoof against the great skyscape that adorned the center of the floor. "One single sidearm 
"Timeline 612, a black mass pops up and genocides the entire rodentia population throughout the cosmos. Seemingly for no reason, but it's not long before the rats become reanimated and we're forced to mark its entire chronospace a 'no-fly' zone."
"Well, then, if you don't think Jules can do this, what would you have us do?" As if she could sense the words about to be spewed back at her, she quickly interjected another statement. "We can't risk involving the Omnitrix, you know. We can't risk such a high-risk game of cat-and-mouse."
"I think you'll find, sir, that Kashmir 'has' been trying his hardest to eliminate the threats already, with all of his hands."
"I beg your pardon," came a call from the back.
Jeremiah Joseph Plumm affixed his hat to the top of his head, signalling utter disrespect to the man he was speaking out against. 
"What do you think about all of this, Jules?" she asked, pawing at his midsection.
"I think that it's time that we took matters into our own hands, _____," he growled back to her. His hand fell to his thighs, and one of his many firearms materialized in his hands. 
"What do you mean?"
Jules didn't have to provide her with an answer. He didn't really want to. He knew what he meant, though he wasn't sure he understood the repercussions of his actions. Some sort of animal instinct flowed pulsed through his nerves and urged his grip to tense around the pistol. He was going to make a martyr.
Category:Fanon Con