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“Aye yai yai!” Cried Tag Ross, speaking in his native tongue for just a moment. Panic in his voice as he rushed over towards the giant glass head in the center of their underground hideout, “Requiem! It turns out that Shadow is back at it again! Back to try to seal away our doom! What do we doooo?”
The giant head floating in the glass jar merely spoke towards the rambling Tag Ross, “Shadow… it’s been three thousand years…” With that Requiem huffed, “TR! Commence protocol beta. Get me five memers with nothing better to do!”
Tag Ross blinked in fear, “Memers? Oh no… not… shitlords!” ‘
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“Beeeewww beewww bew bewbewbew,” Went Shizno, autistically going along with the themesong, “Rondait Rangers! Rolecall!”
With that they all began to call off.
“Rondait Ranger.. Yellow!” Thunderclaw yelled, enthusiasm in his voice as he got to wear a bright yellow suit. Which may have originally been meant for a girl, but it was hard to tell. “Comin’ at you with the power of lightning!”
While Thunderclaw was being a huge nerd and posing the second member came around. Easy flexed in his suit, “Rondait Ranger… Blue!” And without needing to do anything else his biceps caused the armor of the suit to completely erupt, revealing his entire arms.
Although Andyman was supposed to be Rondait Ranger Red he was actually too busy riding around with Maretocks in his car. Which was in fact red, so it kind’ve worked out? Kind’ve confusing, but let’s move on.
“And the leader of the group… Rondait Ranger… Teal!” Tirin said, body rippling with barely constrained sexual energy as he posed. His suit as stylish as it was terrifying to be on-
“Wait, wait, what?” Shizno interrupted, “No, no! Rondait Ranger Cyan is supposed to be the leader. That meaning me!”
“Pfft- Yeah, sure, whatever. Nobody’s going to follow that pansy-ass color into battle. So checkmate, you lose.” Tirin claimed with a smug smirk and his arms crossed.
Although Shizno grit his teeth and frowned, he knew that he was defeated. Whenever anyone said ‘checkmate’ it meant that they had obviously won this battle, “F… fuck you guys! I don’t even want to be in the stupid group! Cuck you all, Sentai’s better anyways!” He spouted out, flipping off the group as he steadily made his way out of the area, taking the suit with him.
Tirin was victorious this day… but have they seen the last of Shizno?
No.
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“So it's been a few days since shizno left 'n' stuff, yea?” Andyman began to explain, “'n' well, things aren't all not-so-bonza, y'know? we got a replacement 'n' it's pretty much the same. except the replacement doesn't yarn that much... so i guess it's kind've an upgrade?”
As the Australian Rondait Ranger spoke he glanced behind him towards where Shizno would usually be. And there in his beanbag chair sat a sloth. Not a Shizno-sloth, but just a normal sloth chilling.Doing nothing but blinking oh so slowly.
“Alright, who ate it!?” Thunderclaw cried out from the kitchen. Stomping into the main room his eyes glared daggers at not-Shizno, “It was you, wasn’t it? Don’t play dumb with me, it’s always you that eats my poptarts and I was saving those for day!”
"As you can see, even Thunderclaw can’t tell the difference…” Any continued to narrate, casually watching.
While not-Shizno merely yawned in response Thunderclaw was much less thrilled, “Oh, am I boring you? Well, I’ll show you!” Leaping at the sloth he began to outright wrestle the poor creature. But it was that day that Thunderclaw would learn that sloths are masters at professional wrestling.
As this all happened Andyman wiped off the crumbs from his desk and threw the last wrapper that he had into the trash. All while Rondait Yellow was being powerbombed by a poor defenseless sloth.