21AN: When ever a chapter is called this, you know it will be good.
Chapter 12
All Secrets Reviled
Frank and B.I. sat in the presidential Limousine, while going back to the White House (now the blue and yellow house).
"We did it," said Frank to no one in particular. "we finally stopped the killer shrimp for good!"
"Yes that is good." said B.I. "What do you think is going to happen to Doctor Blade?"
"Oh I hope he gets punished to the fullest extent of the evil genius law."
Ten minutes later, as Frank is talking to his lawyer...
"What do you mean that there is no evil genius law?" cried Frank.
"Well, it seems that no one ever thought to make one. I mean, the only time that you ever see evil geniuses, is usually in corny humorless stories on Fiction-Press."
"Well how are we going to punish him then?"
"Easy. We can still arrest him on the charges of five and a half billion murders, and five hundred million attempted murders."
Frank was punching the numbers into a calculator. "That would earn him, eleven trillion years in prison."
"You see Frank? No problem."
B.I. was sitting on a hill watching the sun set. Frank walked over and sat down next to him.
"I don't get it." said B.I.
"What?" asked Frank.
"Well... this is the last story in the trilogy. I was hoping that because this was the last book, that the author would answer the question of why I'm a wereshrimp."
"Oh." said Frank. "It's not like he didn't want to, it's just that he didn't want to bore the readers.
"He didn't think that they would want to know that Doctor Blade created his killer shrimp by injecting normal ones with a genetic modifier, that after it changed the shrimp it still resided in their saliva, and that when a killer shrimp bit you, it transferred the modifier to your blood, but because human DNA is much more complex than shrimp's, it can only change you when sustained by a specific frequency of moon light."
"Oh yes your correct Frank that would bore the readers."
Frank and B.I. Sat on the hill for several more hours, (due to the fact that it was only 3:00 P.M.) They both knew that the adventure was finally over. (Or was it?)
As Frank stood up he tripped on something. It was a duck with a note on the side of it. The note read:
You got the wrong guy Frank! Bwa ha ha ha ha ha! This duck will now self-destruct.
The End!
AN: Yes, that's how it ends. No I will not be posting a sequel to this one.
Congradulations! You have Just finised the AKS trilogy! Give yourself a good punch in the face for waisting so much time, reading something so dumb.