Prison Orb Delay

Some kind of luminescent sphere rolled out from where his unconscious form was pinned. Zurg picked it up, and his mind was immediately flooded with images of destruction and combat--recollections ripped from the minds of past champions. Yet at the core of each memory was a glimmer of hope--they were all fighting for something, a single request that would be granted by some mysterious entity of inconceivable power. Zurg rolled his eyes.

“A magical wish-granting tournament? That’s obviously a front for some kind of diabolical trap. And my evil instincts are far too sharp to fall for something like that.” The emperor started to but the ball down, but hesitated.

“On the other hand, that man said they already had Lightyear. And a chance to destroy him once and for all is well worth it. Oh, why not. I can always wish for… I don’t know, I’ll come up with something.” He looked around. “Maybe to put my evil lair back together.”

Zurg dramatically raised the orb above his head as lightning crashed. “Now, ‘Character Scramble,’  prepare to face the wrath of Evil Emperor Zurg!”

The orb shattered, and for a few seconds nothing happened. Then ropes of electricity crackled out from where the orb was, and coiled around Zurg’s body. With a final pained cry of “Curse you, Buzz Lightyear!” he clanged to the ground, just as police ships began to materialize in Planet Z’s atmosphere.

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Sign Ups, Season 8, /u/SanityMeter