The Un-Offical Injustice Gang

"Russian?" I asked. I'd never heard of "Russian" before. "Gir, translate that into...."Russian"....." I comanded, then handed him the paper with the Irken writing on it. He did the same thing, but this time, we he handed the paper to the human, he screamed "Taco-o-o-o!!"

(Oooh, look at my new avatar! )

I took the paper from Gir again, and was glad to find it written in my native tongue.

"Thank you." I said, reading the paper quietly to myself.

"You're welcome!!" Gir yelled, then ran over to me, nearly jumping on my face. "Can I have some tacos? PLEASEEE!!!!" I sighed, pushing him off.

I looked over the piece of paper once more, then put it in my pocket.

"Alright." (Oooh...vague! I have to go! )

(Yesh, very vauge! )

"Where're we goin'?" Gir asked, jumping around.

"Nowhere, Gir!" I said, sighing again.

(And mine was vauge as well! )

"We are going to the White House, Gir." I corrected, smiling slightly at the robot.

"The White House?!" Gir asked, ecstatic. He didn't even know what the White House was. "Do they have tacos there?!"

"They might have some in the kitchen." I said. ( ) "We could always stop at a taco shop." I suggested. ( )

"Taco-o-o-o-o-o-osss!!!" Gir said, nearly repeating himself.

"Gir, once we concor the world, you will get all of the tacos you will ever want!" I finished the sentence, then broke off into evil laughter. That's something I tend to do a lot ( ). Gir joined in, his teeny robot voice laughing nothing compared to MY evil laugh!!! Wahahahahaha (Yes, that WAS an evil laugh; not a cry. )!!!!!

( )

"Yes. Now, how are we going to get to the White House?" I asked.

"I don't know.........It was YOUR idea. Don't YOU have any plans? Ideas? Anything?" I inquired, trying to think of something. I wasn't sure how far away this "White House" was, but I knew it wouldn't be easy to get there.

"Well......We could take my jet." I suggested. (He has his own jet-thingy back at the secret hideout. )

"A...jet? Is that like one of those...transportation-thingies here? Like a ship?" I asked. I felt completely stupid. But I honestly did not know what a "jet" was....()

"It is like your cruiser, except bigger, and it cannot shrink." I explained.

"Ooh, I see. So, like a...less advanced Voot Cruiser? Interesting...." I said.

"I wanna ride the piggy!! Can I ride the piggy? Please, master? PLEASE!!!" He whined and squealed.

"No, Gir! ..........You can take a piggy with you, if you want...."

"Then, you will take your cruiser back to my hideout, get the jet, and head to the White House." I said.

"Sounds like a good enough plan," I said, thinking last minute things over. "How long will it take us to get to the "White House"?"

"Where in Amereecia are we again?" I asked.

"Um....I really have no idea...." I said, a little embarressed. ()

"Well, the White House is in Mareeland(), so we need to get there."

(Maryland? )

"Okay. Computer! Pull of a map of this "America"! We need to find where "Mareeland" () is, and how far away we are from it." I commanded.

"Okay....." the computer responded, and a giant screen came down, showing what I took as a map of America.

"Where are we currenlty?" I asked. A little red dot started glowing, and showed our current location. "And where is "Mareeland"?" Another dot, this one blue, started glowing farther away.

(Yep! I keep on forgeting to type stuff how it would sound if Havok was saying it, so I figured I'd just throw that in there! )

I watched the screen, and noticed that the screen showed that we were in a small town in New York state. (Random place...^^').

"So, how long do you think it will take us to get from here," I pointed to the red dot, "to here?" I asked, pointing then to the blue dot.

"Maybe.....an hour? Probably less." I answered.

"An hour, hm?" I said, mostly to myself. "Gir, go repair the Cruiser. And quickly. It shouldn't take you long, since it's not much damage." I said.

"I don't wanna!...Okay!" Gir said, then ran off towards the Cruiser.