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    #46
    Chris was sitting the pile of exploded junk that was once the communications and (hastily added) transport system. He sighs, "Over here. Just...taking stock of things."

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      #47
      Canon slowly came over to Christopher and... he hugged him. "I am sure the heroes didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I know how special you are. That video you made is a masterpiece. And the holographic models... truly amazing. But as for looking like a pet kitty, they do have a slight point; there is no reason for you to think you are ever less of a person than I am. You are smarter, more intelligent, and your ideas are truly what saved the day. Think back to my tired comic idea... an oil spill and paper towels. It was you who said that the bomb was in that industrial plant. And Tracker found it; right where you suggested it would be. You will never be less than I am, Chris. Yes, I ended up looking like a slutty fox with mutant kangaroo genes. You heard me right... I'm a slutty fox; not a brainy genius like you. But I am trying to make a difference."

      From one side, Americat's image said, "Canon is right, Chris. I actually heard you make the winning suggestion for finding the bomb. Please don't reject this one experience with our team. Give us another chance. I need to go now... Charming said that I can't keep an image portal open forever like this. He is a crafty frog, but like you... he didn't start that way." And the image faded.

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        #48
        Chris was silent for a long time...before he quietly sighed and looked up at Canon, "Canon..." He look down again and after a few seconds, his shoulders are shaking as he tries not to break down into crying out loud, a few tears leaking down his cheek, "...Ca.canon, I'm NOT a good person...I'm jealous...and bad...and ..and.. I struggle sometimes... Just to keep going... And..and I almost killed you...us. And not just this time!..."

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          #49
          Canon arched an eye. "What do you mean by... 'not just this time'?"

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            #50
            Chris says, "You've almost gotten hurt before when one of my inventions screwed up! Not to mention that time you got exploded on when I made you VCR play tapes backwards and it cut your arm badly."

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              #51
              Canon sighed as he let go of his friend. "Those were accidents, Chris. Even the repair shop guy said that my VCR was about to conk out anyway. He said it was a creative way to scrap the thing. I got a new DVD player right after that. Don't sell yourself short. The Extreme Justice guys want to give you another chance and so do I."

              He then picked up his backpack from the corner of the room and said, "Do you need me for anything else tonight? I think sleeping on this might make things better in the morning."

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                #52
                Chris rubbed his eyes, coughing a little and nodded slightly, "Yeah...alright... I'll... I'll do that. Go on. I'll be fine." He escorted his friend out of the building...then returned to his silent lab.

                Chris sighs and grabs up one of the sharp metal pieces and brings it up his throat...his hands shaking until he lets go and sighs, looking down, "You're a coward, Chris. You couldn't even do that if you wanted to." He throws the metal to the side and sags down to sit in his chair, staring at the ruins of his lab. "It's gonna take years to afford to put this place back together. I don't really see any one bereaving that fact. If all I'm good for is my brain, maybe that cat is all I really am. A brain in a stupid body and as long as they have that to use, the rest doesn't matter."

                Chris rubs his temples, "No ... Canon doesn't think that....I..I know he cares... He wastes too much time wanting to help if he didn't." He yells, snatching up a pipe and throwing it through a window with all his strength, "damn it...damn it, damn it, DAMNIT." He pants a little, his hand cut slightly from the sharp metal. He slowly goes over to his bed...and collapses on it, panting. "Why do I let everything get to me like this...Drake...I wish I knew what to do."

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                  #53
                  The next morning...

                  Canon feels quite hot in that bed of his, although he truly doesn't know why. Almost as if someone sneaked a thick fur coat under the blankets with him. Yawning, he slowly lifts the covers up to get out of bed and when he sees his own legs covered in fox fur, he literally shouts and... the mutant kangaroo leap out of bed nearly kills him as he lands on his back on the floor against the far wall. "...owwwwwww.... what the fu-" He was too stunned to move. And he had accidentally put a dent the shape of his body in the upper part of the wall.

                  Chris' Labs...

                  His cellphone rings, the ringtone being Canon's signature tone.

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                    #54
                    Chris shifts in the bed a little and grumbles, picking up the phone, "Hello?"

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                      #55
                      "Chris... this is Canon..." He sounded as if he was in the most pain of his life. "...I nearly killed myself this morning... I damaged the wall... I almost couldn't get to my own cellphone. I hate to wake you up so early, but are you any better this morning?"

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                        #56
                        Chris was awake, nearly instantly. He sat up, "I'm fine. What's going on, Canon? What do you mean you nearly killed yourself?"

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                          #57
                          "Remember when Americat said that I was an anthro fox with mutant kangaroo genetics?" asked Canon as he lay on the floor trying not to move. "The mutant kangaroo 'kicked' in this morning. I got startled in my own bed and when I leaped... I... I... dented the far wall before I hit the floor. Every time I move my legs to do anything, the mutant roo factor literally sends me sliding off in the opposite direction. I hate to say this, but I need Tracker right now. He admitted while we were there that he helped with physical therapy cases and I need those."

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                            #58
                            Chris nods, "Alright... Then why'd you call me? Don't you have their wristwatch communicator thing? I ... I can find mine.... I had it in my mouth when I appeared back here." He thought to himself, Somewhere around here...

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                              #59
                              "Right... the wrist thing... I just have to get over to-" SLIDE!@ CRASH! "owwww...." Now it really sounded like he was fighting back the tears. He was getting really hurt in his own studio apartment. "...got it... i'm sorry i'm so weak, chris..." and the cell call ended.

                              ~~~~~

                              Extreme Justice Headquarters

                              Wheeling into the infirmary, Timekeeper, Americat, and Tracker had Canon on the stretcher. He was not only bleeding from a head wound, but he was again naked and in severe pain. The ladies were apparently not up yet. Americat worked quickly so they didn't lose their friend. "Timekeeper. Go back and check on Christopher in his labs. If Canon ended up like this, then Chris might need help too." And the frog vanished.

                              Americat continued to work as he said to Tracker. "I am surprised he had the energy to call you at all, old chum. But I really glad he did."

                              ~~~~~

                              Chris' Labs...

                              Armand Charming, the Timekeeper, arrived via portal within Chris' labs. "Chris? Christopher? Where are you?"

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                                #60
                                Tracker nods, "Yeah. As am I. I talked him through what I could while you were lining up the retrieval. Good thing Armand was on the ball this morning."

                                ~~~~~

                                Chris was pacing in his lab.... fiddling with bits and pieces of his work, trying to locate that blasted watch, but it went somewhere during his anger late last night. He jumped a little when Armand arrive. He took a breath, "Over here. How's Canon?"

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