Chapter 14: Powerpunk Girls Origins

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It's another day of the city being destroyed by three little girls

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It's another day of the city being destroyed by three little girls. The sun is shining and the flowers are blooming. On days like these, people like me... REALLY WISH THEY WOULD STOP THAT!

Laser beams shoot through the streets. The Powerpunk Girls are robbing a bank again and destroying everything that gets in the way.

That goody goody Jomo Momo tries to stop them but he's easily dealt with. His robots are always so fragile.

Now, they are back at home. "Oppressor! We got your money!" Berserk yells.

"Just put it in the vault." The yell comes from the basement.

The three girls toss the money into a closet full of money bags with a sign that reads "VAULT" and head to their room.

Brute looks in a mirror, a dead rage in her eyes. "Two years."

Berserk and Brat look up. "Two years of what?" They ask.

Brute sighs. "It's been two years since we were made. All we ever do is rob banks and beat up a freaking monkey!"

"That's what we were made for, dumb dumb." Berserk says.

"Yeah! And besides, robbing banks is fun!" Brat says before growing unsure. "Isn't it?"

Brute sighs and heads to the window. "See ya later, sisters. I gotta bash some heads." Then she flies off.

"What was that about?" Brat asks.

"Don't know, don't care." Berserk responds.

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Oppressor Plutonium looks upon a glass vat. A charred corpse is suspended within. "Don't worry, Blastina. Papa's almost got it." The man caresses the tube. "Soon, we will be a family again. Soon..." Tears drop from Plutonium's eyes.

Oppressor Plutonium pulls out his phone and makes a call. "I have the money. Bring me that chemical! ... What do you mean it's been stolen?! ... Ugh, I'll take care of it." He hangs up.

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