The Grand Tweet II: Finished

A punch! A parry! A kick! Conway was getting, beat, but looked beyond a. poet and smirked.
Three more Conways tackled a. poet!

Tiny Baskercteriaphages started to emerge from Willow's hair

Rapidly

Holy shit, there be a lot of Baskervilles

Sixteen Loquaciouses began chanting in unison.
"Damntherz alotofus..."
But a hundred and twenty-eight micromancers started countercasting.

"Sheeeeyit get him off get him off jesus ew!"

siren's call,
his muse

beckons

joust and

JOUST

and HOIST

and off to call her name

save her

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CLONES!

WRITHING FLESH
THE WARRIOR IMPLICATIONS OF THE PILE-ON
WITH HAND
ALREADY BROKEN
IT WOULD SEEM

but no
a. poet
becomes
many
counterattack!

"Let's put our differences aside and beat up that punk", suggested Brad 2.
"No way" replied Brad, kicking him away. He falls onto Clyde.

Baskerville was glad of his small

animalcule

hipster army

good for iconoclastic conquest

but then

holy fuck, so many wizards

this cannot do

magic is too mainstream

A clone poet was distracted by the contradicting chants. He was mesmerized. Such beauty in conflict!
He began chanting his own verse, too.

The battle was knocked off of Clyde's back.

Clyde, meanwhile, goes to visit the Baskerteriophages.

What is he doing...?

"...letsgetridoftherest!" the Loquaciouses concluded triumphantly.
"...glorbleorbledorbletorble!" concluded the micromancers.

"BANG!"

Like pink viral confetti, Baskerville’s children infect Clyde

Clyde evolves into SOMETHING????

Meanwhile Baskerville wants to infect the wizard

To gain his magic powers

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SUDDENLY A SHOT RANG OUT!

on one hand
lyricist
comes to wait on Willow's every hand and foot
being bard and butler,
etcetera

on the other
GANGFIGHTS
GANGFISTS
GANGS

Brad suddenly realises that he has become a forest. This is actually kind of cool.
He must destroy all wizards, so it cannot be reversed.

With the poetclone's interjection, both spells were warped. A vortex formed, and began swallowing clones.
They began to form something.

A gang of Conways.

A gang of a. poets.

And UltraMegaBaskerClyde looming over.
Perhaps no longer microscopic in size.

"A mutual threat."

No! He is too late!
Filled with rage, the army of trees stamp on as many pointy hats as they can reach.

Baskerville is so jealous of Conway's fatness

He wants it

bad

The vortex stopped suddenly. There were still lots of clones.
But in the midst of the dissipating vortex, there was now...
CLONE DRACULA.

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this battle is the best you know that

surely an epic
to be told
by microbards
for ages to come

the wordsmith
and the bonesman
colliding in
battle
fit
for poetry:

giant looming-

Willow could get used to being carried around like this, yo! "Now, baby, let's kick some ass!"

Rap battle gangfight? Yep.

Bacterville was enraged

He needs to consume

to win

So he goes for Clone Dracula....for FUSION

The monster who killed his friend, returned???
This is their fault! All the more reason to stamp on wizards.
He does so.

Skeletal

and poetic

remains.

A proposal.

"A truce?"

All eyes on the nonmicroscopic, and the vampiric.

"We have to stop the fusion!" Loquacious shouted to the remaining micromancers. Their hats bobbed in agreement.
"Glorbleorble stophim..."

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I am so sorry.

I went out. Then I missed a train. Then I just got back here. Then I felt like a massive disappointment to everyone.

I. Beugh-leugh buhg. Dead.