White Tiger spat out his drink and howled with laughter. "A tugboat! Bwa ha ha ha ha!" The other Ops chuckled from their respective thrones. Tiger set down his goblet and lifted to his mouth an oversized drumstick which was part of the extravagent banquet before him. As he bit into the leg meat of what had once been a less fortunate newcomer to the land, Amanda looked over at him and sighed.
"Oh, if only I could have what he's eating," she spoke wistfully, "but I'm allergic to Newbie."
On the other side of Tiger was the throne of a seductive young woman named Evil Lynn. As she leaned over to Tiger and ran her fingers through his hair, she whispered into his ear, "Got time for a quick fuff in the Jello pool?" But he paid her no attention and merely continued devouring his fine meal. Just as she licked her lips and leaned in closer, positive she could make him adore her, a young man named Rovang spoke up from the other side of her.
"You know, Lynn, SOME of us--" he began, stopping to clear his throat arrogantly, "--don't need the adoration of others to know that we're wonderful."
Suddenly, the Ops all turned their attention to a frail form standing before them in tattered clothes. Anycool, they called him, held an empty bowl in his quivering hands. "Please, sirs, I'd like some more," he said weakly.
An Op whose body consisted of pure fire stood up from his throne and glared at the wretched inferior with unbridled fury. "What did you say?!!" he bellowed.
Anycool began to repeat his request. "Please, sirs, I'd li--"
But before Anycool could finish his sentence, the flaming being known as Firestryker held out his index finger and unleashed a ball of fire hotter than the depths of Hell, instantly incinerating the poor soul.
The crowd of the late Anycool's fellow underlings all fell silent and trembled before the power of the Ops. Dead silence hung in the air like a thick cloud. Finally, someone in the frightened crowd spoke up.
"Me skared," he said.
"You there!" shouted Trent from his throne, pointing at the lad who had spoken. "Get over here!" Slowly, the young man stepped forward. Trent pulled out a sack of golden coins and opened it up. "Gimme your lunch money," the Op demanded.
"B--but," the lad sputtered, "me no haf any lun--"
Trent chuckled and nudged the Op beside him. "Would you listen to this toad," he remarked.
But the Op beside Trent merely lay prone in his seat. Saliva was pouring down his chin as he gurgled softly. His name was Lurk, for the Op found it too strenuous merely to remain conscious and aware of his surroundings; instead, he merely sat there like an inanimate part of the setting.
Trent again focused his attention on the lad. "You obviously don't know who you're dealing with, 'Toad.' I'm an Op, a Super-Op, and when I tell you to give me y--"
The Op was silenced as a strange being appeared in the room. Its humanoid body was solid silver, and circuit designs ran along its outer surface. It turned to face the row of Ops, its eyes glowing blankly with yellow energy.
"Who the hell is that?" Trent asked.
The being spoke in monotone, "Nickserv enforcement," and promptly disintegrated the Op with two crackling eyebeams.
"You son of a--" Firestryker began, aiming his hands at the invader. But he too was instantly destroyed by its eyebeams of destruction. One by one, each Op was decimated without mercy by the entity. Lurk, Rovang, Evil Lynn, White Tiger, and Amanda simply ceased to exist. And then, just as abruptly as it had arrived, the being vanished, leaving behind seven empty thrones.
The huddled masses stepped forward out of the shadows, unable to believe that they were finally free of their oppressive masters. Every trace of the tyrants had been obliterated. Or had it?
A young man named Zeo Brent approached one of the thrones. In the seat was a small silver ring which bore a lowercase "a" surrounded by a circle. "The symbol of the A**holes..." Brent whispered softly. One of the Ops had left behind the key to his powers.
"Our prayers have been answered," said Sentai Rick. "The powers of the Ops now belong to us!"
"Hehehe!" giggled Captain Eclipse before sticking his tongue out and laughing out loud.
"Now all we have to do is choose our new leader," said Kittie.
Brent smiled. "I think I speak for all of us when I say that the perfect leader would be..." He turned to face the lad whose life had been saved by the mysterious silver being. "...Toad."
"Three cheers for Toad!" shouted Mitsou.
Brent placed the ring in Toad's hand and called out, "Hip hip..."
"Hooray!!" roared the crowd. "Hip hip..." "Hooray!!" "Hip hip..." "Hooray!!" Toad looked down at the ring in his palm and grinned.
Derik stepped forward from the crowd and licked Toad on the cheek. "Congratulations," said Derik.
Toad suddenly stumbled back in horror, holding his moist cheek with a trembling hand. He threw the ring against the floor and shouted, "Gay guys I'm outta here!!" He then turned and leapt out the window, falling to his doom.
THE END