Hello there, Captain Scarlet speaking. Recently, Fanderson wrote down that in 1968, my fans were treated to only nine minutes of my show before everyone controlling the TV empire went on strike. In my mind exactly, that wasn't true. Let me tell you all about it:
Well, Captain Black played a very brutal trick on those broadcasting my show by knocking down every single television pole in the country, and then he killed the people at the command console, turning them into Mysterons. Of course, Captain Blue and I were sent out on a mission to save ATV from such a dreadful so named 'strike' that happened to those who offered to air every adventure I've ever been on, but Captain Black had a much sinister plan up his jacket sleeve.
While Captain Blue and I were fighting off the Mysteron agents the ATV executives have become, Captain Black dragged me away into a basement where Destiny and the other Angels were being held captive. Then Black burst in and dragged Symphony away. While Black's back was turned, I knew this was my chance - I freed the Angels, called upon Captain Blue and we escaped just as the studio exploded into smithereens.
The good part? I didn't die.
A few months later, Symphony came to us and said she was experiencing a painful pregnancy - upon examination by Doctor Fawn, she learned she was having a Mysteron Pregnancy, and that she must be operated on immediately. I won't go into full detail about the operation, because it's too disgusting and revolting for sensitive blog readers.
The result? When Symphony woke up and her tummy was stitched back together, she realised she had given birth to...a baby alligator.
It probably explains why she felt sharp teeth inside her stomach snapping away at the walls inside it all the time.
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