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TWO WEEKS LATER... "Arf! Arf-arf!" The cheese sandwich bounced around, wagging its wrappers and making feints at the broom Igor was pushing around the meeting room. Yet another meeting had degenerated into a riot, and he needed to get the room sorted in time for tomorrow's Vitally Challenged Support Group* get-together. Igor glanced up at the sound of approaching footfalls to see five young people dressed in bright costumes striding toward him. Their apparent leader, dressed in white, glared at him through a blue visor with a curve like a hawk's bill. "Okay, you... uh... Um... Hey, man, are you okay?" the young man asked. "I am perfectly well, thank you, thir," Igor replied. "May I help you with thomething?" The young man appeared to recover his aplomb and took up an accusatory stance. "What did you do to Chief Anderson?" he demanded. "Do, thir? He attended a meeting of Mad Thientithtth Anonymouth, claimed to have been cured, and left uth a thane man, thir." Mark took a step back, retrieved a handkerchief from a belt pouch and cleaned his visor. Jason made to step closer to Igor, then changed his mind and put a hand on Mark's shoulder in a show of support. "When we left him," he recounted, "he was gibbering under his desk." Igor shrugged. It was a very expressive shrug. "Can't think why, thir. Wath there any kind of trigger? A thunderthtorm, perhapth?" Princess let out a scream and leaped into Tiny Harper's arms. The entire G-Force team tensed. Mark drew his sonic boomerang and pointed with his free hand at the strange whitish creature capering at Igor's feet. The thing panted and barked happily. There was an odd smell like grilled cheese. "What. Is. That?" Mark demanded. "Don't be alarmed," Igor said. "Thith ith Thpot." "Thpot?" Princess echoed. "Not Thpot, Thpot!" Igor said. "He'th quite harmleth. I'd have him on a lead, but collarth keep thlipping off. He hathn't got a neck, you thee." "Um... " Jason ventured, "how long have you had... er... Spot?" "Two weekth, sir. He came to life the very night your friend wath here." "I think that explains it," Mark concluded. "Yeah," Tiny said, setting Princess down on the floor. "We just got back from a mission, it was late and the mess hall at Camp Parker was closed, so I suggested I make us some grilled cheese sandwiches." "That's right," Princess recalled. "There was a storm developing at the time, we heard a crash of thunder, and Chief Anderson ran screaming from the room." "I'd say our mystery's solved," Mark declared. "Let's go home, team." * They don't use the U-word.

Love the ending, GGO! (I'll never look at grilled cheese sandwiches the same way again!) I certainly had fun with this. Maybe we could do this again someday? (And maybe others will join in as well?)

You definitely had me at the Forward. (Btw, I can find Tim Tams all over the place here in BC now!) And Sheldon makes a perfect distracting addition to the story, LOL. This was a quite fun read.

EW: it was certainly fun, and it worked the whole 'mad scientist' trope out of my system (at least for a while) so I can relax. The idea of meta-fictitious support groups is rather appealing. For instance, the Condors could probably go to a 'bad relationship choices' support group. Not sure what you'd call it, but I'm sure someone could come up with something! CW: Thanks Good to know that the Tim Tam is becoming migratory after all these years. When my sister was living in Victoria (that's Victoria, BC for my fellow Antipodeans) we had to post care packages of Tim Tams and Vegemite at intervals to keep her going!

Originally posted by GrumpyGhostOwl The idea of meta-fictitious support groups is rather appealing. For instance, the Condors could probably go to a 'bad relationship choices' support group. Not sure what you'd call it, but I'm sure someone could come up with something!

The first thing that came into my mind was "Swipe Left", something none of the Condors seem to do, but that didn't seem to quite fit. Then "She's Trying To Kill You, Dammit!!!" popped in my head. I like that one, especially if the Condors can't figure out why the group has that name!

Loved it, ..please give us more Reminded me of a half finished story from years ago about heroes and villains all living in the same retirement village and plotting each other down fall in between lunch, afternoon naps and other stuff that happens in age care, with the nurses going "tut tut" at them and asking them if they have had their medications ,bowel movement or needing a time out in the quiet corner..must find were that story went

Originally posted by GrumpyGhostOwl EW: it was certainly fun, and it worked the whole 'mad scientist' trope out of my system (at least for a while) so I can relax. The idea of meta-fictitious support groups is rather appealing. For instance, the Condors could probably go to a 'bad relationship choices' support group. Not sure what you'd call it, but I'm sure someone could come up with something! CW: Thanks Good to know that the Tim Tam is becoming migratory after all these years. When my sister was living in Victoria (that's Victoria, BC for my fellow Antipodeans) we had to post care packages of Tim Tams and Vegemite at intervals to keep her going!

The Eagles would attend a "Women are Terrifying" support group? We have a huge number of Australians in BC on the visa that allows members of the commonwealth to work in another commonwealth country before a certain age, especially working the ski and mountainous tourist areas. I'm surprised that we didn't get them in stock sooner. Thought I think I've heard that Tim Tams are available in the US now too? I also want to try a mud cake now after reading this: Missing wedding cake replace by mud cake creation

Originally posted by ElectricWhite The first thing that came into my mind was "Swipe Left", something none of the Condors seem to do, but that didn't seem to quite fit. Then "She's Trying To Kill You, Dammit!!!" popped in my head. I like that one, especially if the Condors can't figure out why the group has that name!

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Originally posted by littlewolf Reminded me of a half finished story from years ago about heroes and villains all living in the same retirement village and plotting each other down fall in between lunch, afternoon naps and other stuff that happens in age care, with the nurses going "tut tut" at them and asking them if they have had their medications ,bowel movement or needing a time out in the quiet corner..must find were that story went

That sounds like a fun one.

Originally posted by GrumpyGhostOwl For instance, the Condors could probably go to a 'bad relationship choices' support group.

Here's an evil thought: have one of the incarnations of Mala lead it...

Originally posted by ElectricWhite

Originally posted by GrumpyGhostOwl For instance, the Condors could probably go to a 'bad relationship choices' support group.

Here's an evil thought: have one of the incarnations of Mala lead it...

Here's another evil thought: Berg Katse and whatever other iterations exist across the multiverse join a support group for people who don't just have multiple personalities but multiple persons. They could find themselves sharing a room with The Hulk, Comic Book Thor, Dr Jekyll, the Frog Prince, He-Man and Greebo the Cat, et al. Also possibly any number of the Transformers ("Why can't Optimus accept that I LIKE my life as a sandwich press?")

Originally posted by GrumpyGhostOwl

Originally posted by ElectricWhite

Originally posted by GrumpyGhostOwl For instance, the Condors could probably go to a 'bad relationship choices' support group.

Here's an evil thought: have one of the incarnations of Mala lead it...

Here's another evil thought: Berg Katse and whatever other iterations exist across the multiverse join a support group for people who don't just have multiple personalities but multiple persons. They could find themselves sharing a room with The Hulk, Comic Book Thor, Dr Jekyll, the Frog Prince, He-Man and Greebo the Cat, et al. Also possibly any number of the Transformers ("Why can't Optimus accept that I LIKE my life as a sandwich press?")