Chapter 14 - Boshi's Scheme (G&G)

The
 contents of Dr. B’s trench coat took GB’s breath away.  Lining every
inch of the inner right side were plastic bags filled with glowing
mushrooms.  Some were labeled, displaying such friendly messages as
“DANGER”, “NOT FOR HUMAN CONSUMPTION”, and a little illustration of a
skull with crossbones.  It was only when Dr. B began to creep slowly
towards GB that the blooper found anything to say.

“What’s going on here?” he questioned, inching backwards.  “I’m no doctor, but those don’t look very safe.”

“Trust me, they’re not,” the dinosaur replied, stopping a few feet in
front of GB when the blooper found his back against the wall.  “Since
I’m going to kill you anyways, however, I guess I might as well tell you
 what’s going on.  Believe it or not, I’m not a doctor myself.”

“WHAT?” GB cried out in shock.

“Yes, it’s true.  I’m but an international criminal and drug dealer.
 This in mind, the comment I made about my popularity wasn’t necessarily
 untrue.  I am wanted by police all over the globe at this point, so
I’ve got to keep a low profile.  I suppose I was lucky to scam my way
into the medical office with the most clueless managers ever.  Now, I
suppose you’re wondering why I would go to all this trouble just to
permanently silence a little weakling like yourself.  The answer is
quite simple, really: I’m not.  Oh no, there is so much more to my plan.
  I’ll take care of you, and then all of the Glitz Pit’s money will be
mine!”

“Ha, you really think you can get away with that?” GB boasted,
unsuccessfully covering up his terror.  “This place is crawling with
battlers who will take you down in minutes!  You don’t stand a chance.”

“Uh oh, a bunch of inexperienced children to block my way!  That’s
right, kid.  I’ve seen these fights before, and the battlers you speak
of aren’t exactly top notch.  Even if they were, however, it wouldn’t be
 anything compared to what I’ve gone up against.  I’m a master of
stealth, you stupid squid, and I can take out every one of your friends
from the shadows if need be.”  Boshi began to chuckle, turning around
and rifling through his trench coat.  “Enough talk.  Let’s see what
special treat I have for you in here.”

At this point, GB was in panic mode.  He knew that, if he didn’t act
fast, this dinosaur could do the unimaginable.  Well, it was actually
quite imaginable, as he just described everything he would do.  That,
however, was besides the point.  GB felt unable to ram his enemy due to
his horribly disfigured condition.  This in mind, he decided that the
use of poison poke was his best option.  He was readying his attack when
 Boshi continued.

“Ah, here we are.  Good ol’ #32.  I’ve been saving you for a special
occasion.”  He opened the bag, removed the mushroom, and turned around.
 GB glared at him and took aim.  He was too nervous to fire.  While he
failed to land a heroic attack on his foe, however, he did manage to ink
 all over him in the most unheroic way possible.  The dinosaur clutched
his burning eyes, stumbling backwards, and slipped on ink that landed on
 the ground.  Meanwhile, GB used the ground ink to his advantage,
sliding under the low quality bed nearby.  When Boshi had rubbed the
black gunk from his eyes, he stood up and whipped his head around,
enraged.  “WHERE ARE YOU, RUNT?”  Noticing the trail that the blooper
had left, he got down on his knees and looked under the bed.  In another
 total accident, GB discharged his ink all over him once more.

“Who’s the weakling now?” cried out a slightly more confident GB.  This
confidence lasted a few seconds before Boshi shattered it to pieces.

“Still you!”  Using all the strength he had developed over his years as a
 criminal, Boshi hoisted up a file cabinet and tossed it into the air.
 It crashed down through the cheap cot, barely missing the blooper.  He
did the same with the other cabinet, then threw each locker at the bed,
one by one.  When the dinosaur had settled down, he stood motionless in
the silence for a minute.  “That’s what happens when you mess with Dr.
B.”  With that, the convict poked his head out the door, looked in both
directions, and slipped out into the hall.

GB was more thankful for his disgusting ability to ink himself out of
fear then than ever.  His well lubricated body had allowed him to slip
inside of the first cabinet and wedge himself between the files, keeping
 him from further arm.  Unfortunately, getting out of it caused him more
 pain than ever.  By the time he made it out from under the pile of
wreckage, he could barely function.  He knew that he had to alert the
others, but he couldn’t bring himself to move another inch.  Right when
he was about to give up, however, GB noticed something on the ground a
foot away from his face.  Reaching out to grab it, he realized that it
was the bag containing the #32 mushroom Boshi had planned to use on him.
  The sight of the drug made GB realize how grave the situation really
was.  Sure, moving about at this point might horribly injure or even
kill him.  The alternative in which all his friends could die, however,
seemed much worse.

GB pocketed the mushroom and painstakingly picked himself up, screaming
like a little girl the whole time.  Moving over to the room’s corner, he
 picked up a duster (that was ironically covered in dust) and jammed it
into his wound.  It was the most painful thing that the squid had ever
done, but he needed the limb if he was going to make it out of the room.
  Finally, the blooper took a deep breath and began his trek.  He stayed
 true to his own belief and made it out of the room, but he didn’t get
much further than that.  GB collapsed in the doorway, but the fact that
he was able to get the door open was enough.

“Wow!” Snoozer cried out.  “You must have one killer exercise program!”