The Grand Tweet II: Finished

"Why didn't they capture Bob?" Loquacious mused.
"Oh, pens are immune to all our laws," the jailer explained.

"After him!"
Baskerville Prime was chased by space cops, his glass clones shattering harmlessly against them. "WHY ARE YOU ALL SO USELESS!?"

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i am feeling so useful right now

IN PRISON?
PRISON WOULD NOT SATISFY
a. poet's rage

he went up
to the plant
and stared into his bark

"I
I HATE YOU"

"No, I need to break them out! But to do that... I need to break in!"
Bob got to work on recruiting a team to do that by asking nicely.

Conway ran screaming from the throne room, "enlightened," babbling something incoherent about how the hive feels emotionally.

Suddenly, Loquacious had a brilliant idea. He began chanting a transformation spell.
"Humanus notanimor becomesomethingelse..."

Brad shrugged and dug in his roots.
All this running around and shouting was tiring anyway.

Percy flapped down and pecked the guard.

Baskerville crashed into Conway "BLARUGH. You! Skull guy! time to cash in your favour! Stop these aliens for me!"

Willow started up her BeatzApp and gave Loquacious some backing, so that he could finally actually finish a spell for once. "Hit it baby!"

Loquacious's chant was broken when Bob and his new posse of prison-break-in-ers dug a hole.

"LET'S GO DEFEAT THE EVIL KING!"

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guh

nobody

nobody cared
but distantly
he could hear

w-willow

THERE SHE WAS, HAIR-WHIPPING BEAUTY

WILLOW

HIS MUSE

HIS

MUSE

"THE HIVE HAS SIMILAR WISHES! THE PRISONERS MUST GO FREE!"
Conway shredded a path through the insects towards the holding cells.

"Man why do we even follow Baskerville?" One of the captured clones piped up. "We should follow this pen guy! He clearly knows what's up!"

Aided by Willow, Loquacious had nearly finished his spell when Bob interrupted.
Everyone transformed into pens, not just Loquacious.

"Alright everyone, follow me!" Bob and his crew started to dig to the HIVE PALACE.

Continuing to knock out guards with his bony fists, Conway made his way to the cell. "THE HIVE DEMANDS YOUR FREEDOM!" Then he collapsed.

Baskerville Prime felt a disturbance in his army of clones. "INSUBORDINATION...AND PENS." Baskerville turned around sharply "THIS WON'T DO!"

Brad yawned, "Must I?"
Then he turned into a pen. A wooden pen. You might even call it a pencil.

"What sorcery is this? Change me back!"

Willow Smith, the chingy six-color pen, continued scribbling paint over the floor, her routine unfazed. Don't give no fucks.

"Don't worry, I can fix it!" Loquacious said. "Just give me a few minutes!"
He began chanting the counterspell.
"Woopsimest upbigtime..."

Baskerville created a fresh set of Hipster clones. "FIND THE TRAITORS AND MURDER THEM! ALSO THE OTHER GUYS. FUCK. DON'T BE SHITTY THIS TIME!"

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OKAY HERE WE GO HALF AN HOUR LEFT LETS DO THIS

POETS DON'T CARE IF THEY ARE PENS
(it is mightier than the sword)
he runs up to the stage
and becomes
A RAPPER

i'm made of gold/you of mold

Bob, his crew, and the Baskerpens made it to the palace where the king was.

"OH NO THE EVIL ONES OH NO."

"NO, YOU ARE THE EVIL ONE!"

"Woopsimest upbigtime..."
"Messed up real good."
"Reverthis madenis mantenare..."
"Time to partay."

"...sorisorisori thisottafixit..."
Suddenly, an alarm blared, interrupting the chant.
"Warning! Space Dracula's fleet is attacking!"