Post by Foley on Jun 15, 2013 3:04:54 GMT -5
Deep within the section of Metropolis called Suicide Slum, in a dark alley away from anyone's prying eyes, the air shimmers as if in the middle of a hot summer's day and parts like a curtain allowing a funny little man in an orange and purple jumpsuit and a little purple derby hat to step through, dragging behind him a large oblong brass framed mirror. Tremble in fear citizens of Metropolis the terrible imp known as Mr. Myxzptlk has returned.
"Finally," he says standing up the mirror he brought with him, "The ninety days that prevents me from opening a portal between my 5th dimensional home and this pathetic backwater has passed. And with my special magic mirror I have the perfect plan for getting revenge on that do-gooding super simpleton Superman for sending me back and ruining all my fun."
Rising up into the air like a parade balloon, Myxzptlk and his magic mirror ascends up and out of Suicide Slum. "But to make my plan work I must find a patsy, I mean partner who wants to get rid of the Man of Soap as much as I do."
As he climbs higher and higher above the city skyline, the Irritating Imp sees the LexCorp tower and a wicked smile plays across his lips. "Oh yes yes yes!" he cackles. "He will do just splendidly! Splendidly!" With the snap of his fingers, the fiendish little man disappears in a puff of lilac colored smoke.
Only to reappear seconds later in the exact center of Lex Luthor's towering office.
"Lex, buddy!" Myxzptlk cries out arms extended and hovering three feet above the floor, "My pal! My compadre! Amigo! Partner in driving Superboob off the deep in and off his Kryptonian rocker!"
"YOU!" Luthor shouted and in a blurr of movement whips out his concealed blaster from under is tailor-made suit jacket. "What are you doing here you little pest?! I ought to blast you back to your home dimension for the amount of trouble and money you caused me the last time you darkened my doorstep! I thought Superman sent you packing to your home dimension?!"
Myxzlptk eyed the barrel of the nasty looking gun, and figureing it was Luthor holding and threatening to use it, the thing could very well might actually do some damage to his wonderous self. Not that Gerty would ever forgive the bald egomaniac if he should actually hurt her Imp Supreme in any way. And if Earth thought he was trouble, they hadn't seen anything like a mad Gerty.
He chuckled nervously, never taking his beedy little eyes off the gun or Luthor's trigger finger. "I see you haven't forgotten me."
"Forgotten you?" Luthor asked angerly, "After you and your red kryptonite nearly caused me to go to jail for nearly killing Superman?! I should say not!"
"You're angry," Myxzlptk said putting up his hands as he tried to calm Luthor down, "and you have every right to be. But what if I said I was here to make amends for all the trouble I caused you last time we worked together and promised you I had a plan that would make Superman his own worst nightmare."
Although the gun never moved, Luthor's head tilted to one side, "I'm listening."
"Oh, Lexy, wait til you hear this salespitch." Myxzlptk said grinning evilly.
"Finally," he says standing up the mirror he brought with him, "The ninety days that prevents me from opening a portal between my 5th dimensional home and this pathetic backwater has passed. And with my special magic mirror I have the perfect plan for getting revenge on that do-gooding super simpleton Superman for sending me back and ruining all my fun."
Rising up into the air like a parade balloon, Myxzptlk and his magic mirror ascends up and out of Suicide Slum. "But to make my plan work I must find a patsy, I mean partner who wants to get rid of the Man of Soap as much as I do."
As he climbs higher and higher above the city skyline, the Irritating Imp sees the LexCorp tower and a wicked smile plays across his lips. "Oh yes yes yes!" he cackles. "He will do just splendidly! Splendidly!" With the snap of his fingers, the fiendish little man disappears in a puff of lilac colored smoke.
Only to reappear seconds later in the exact center of Lex Luthor's towering office.
"Lex, buddy!" Myxzptlk cries out arms extended and hovering three feet above the floor, "My pal! My compadre! Amigo! Partner in driving Superboob off the deep in and off his Kryptonian rocker!"
"YOU!" Luthor shouted and in a blurr of movement whips out his concealed blaster from under is tailor-made suit jacket. "What are you doing here you little pest?! I ought to blast you back to your home dimension for the amount of trouble and money you caused me the last time you darkened my doorstep! I thought Superman sent you packing to your home dimension?!"
Myxzlptk eyed the barrel of the nasty looking gun, and figureing it was Luthor holding and threatening to use it, the thing could very well might actually do some damage to his wonderous self. Not that Gerty would ever forgive the bald egomaniac if he should actually hurt her Imp Supreme in any way. And if Earth thought he was trouble, they hadn't seen anything like a mad Gerty.
He chuckled nervously, never taking his beedy little eyes off the gun or Luthor's trigger finger. "I see you haven't forgotten me."
"Forgotten you?" Luthor asked angerly, "After you and your red kryptonite nearly caused me to go to jail for nearly killing Superman?! I should say not!"
"You're angry," Myxzlptk said putting up his hands as he tried to calm Luthor down, "and you have every right to be. But what if I said I was here to make amends for all the trouble I caused you last time we worked together and promised you I had a plan that would make Superman his own worst nightmare."
Although the gun never moved, Luthor's head tilted to one side, "I'm listening."
"Oh, Lexy, wait til you hear this salespitch." Myxzlptk said grinning evilly.