Ultra Team Up!

Narrator: It was an ordinary day at the Sinister Six HQ, the usual players were hanging around, and everything was uh...peachy. When all of a sudden, dramtic japanese action music started playing in the background.

Gary: Where the hell is that music coming from?

CutMan: I don't know, hey Bombman are you watching UltraMan again?

BombMan: Uh...No...but i hear it too! (Starts humming UltraMan theme)

CutMan: Shut up Bomb! You know how I hate when you get like this!

BombMan: Give me a cut of the money or you die!

Cutman: What are you talking about?

BombMan: CENTINAL ATTACK!!! ARGHHH!

Gary: Get ahold of yourself man! (slaps him twice across the face)

(Ultraman theme gradually gets louder and louder when suddenly...)

Narrator: A huge, dark, centinal like android breaks down the HQ door...

CutMan: What the....BombMan was right! It's a damn centinal....

Gary: Sinister 6...wait...where are the other guys...

BombMan: Oh, sorry Gary, I fogot to tell you that ElecMan had to visit his grandmother, GutMan had to get a tune-up on his stomach cavity, and FireMan is in jail for serial arson...

Gary: Oh thanks for telling me know Bombsy, you're a real pal. (mutters to self) *stupid bastard*

CutMan: Uh...Fellas....the centinal...

Gary: Oh right...wait! Listen to that music! That's not a centinal! It's UltraMan!

Narrator: Yes, the one and only Ultraman was in the presence of the Sinister uh...3...

UltraMan: *Speaks in Japanese*

BombMan: What'd say?

Cutman: I don't know...but man...it's UltraMan! The World's greatest robot hero!

Gary: But i though MegaMan wa*BZZZZZT* {UltraMan dissinigrates Gary)

CutMan and BombMan together: GARY-SON!

UltraMan: VILESTAMON SA ELESTOSAY COMSPREISHAMO! P-P-Please A-American R-Robotos, N-Now that T-the H-Humanoid is Out of the way-y-y-y J-Join Meeeeeeeeeee!

CutMan: BombMan, Play dead....

Bombman: YESSIROKAYSIR! {Bombman lights his mohawk and promptley explodes, killing UltraMan)

CutMan: .......What.....was....the....point of.......that story.....

BombMan's Head: I don't know, ask Gary.....

(Gary magicaly reapers from nowhere.)

Gary: BombMan's severed head, the answer is simple, a 13 year old wrote it!

BombMan: Shit....Why are we wasting our time doing this????

Gary: IDK....I'm outta here....Cmon guys, were going to *blaehc tchzzzzzzzzzzzz*

*TRANSMISSION ENDED*

Author's Note: Ladies and getleman, thank you for listening to my tale...Yes it sucks, but it's a funny type of suck. I'm Gary's cousin so yeah....ULTRAMAN-SON HAI!