<strong>Cya Later Suckers!</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/forums/avs/avatar_24952_1306513737.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>001110100101110101 (in binary)<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Too Much Red Bull<br/><strong>Location:</strong>A red dot on the marquee says "You Are Here"<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>The other lesser heroes<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>The headless guard dropped its gun to the floor as his head grew long, skinny stork like legs which put it on Deadpool's eye level. The smiling face winked at him once before walking over to rejoin his body. Instead of placing itself once more upon its neck the head instead hopped lightly into its body's outstretched right hand, its surreal legs melting away into the very air. The head stared at the heroes, expression quizzical as its left hand scratched the top of its helmet then stroked its chin in thought.<br/><br/><Looks like these bozos have blown my op here.><br/><br/>The head frowned in deep disappointment but the sound of booted and metal feet drew its attention beyond the heroes standing before it.<br/><br/><Or maybe theyve given me the perfect opportunity! With all the chaos theyre causing I can actually sneak up on Doom!!! YES!!! This is going to be fucking EPIC!!!! One for the ages!!!><br/><br/>The head grinned at that thought, broadly, impossibly so, nearly splitting in half to reveal to many perfect white teeth for any human skull while a light bulb manifested for a moment above its cranium. The headless body calmly turned away from the heroes and began walking toward the sealed blast doors. It was dribbling the head as it did so. BOING BOING BOING The head bounced like a basket ball handled by an all star player. The strange apparition began to pass the head between its legs, bobbing and shuffling like a player on a drive to the basket for a layup. All the while those gathered in the hall could hear the whistling theme of the Harlem Globetrotters echoing from seemingly nowhere but somehow following the headless man as he continued down the passage.<br/><br/>Reaching the blast doors the bizarre being stopped dribbling and his head landed perfectly upon his neck looking for all the world like it had never been cleaved from its body.  The head pulled a Linda Blaire, twisting about to face the other, his right hand doing the same at the wrist as he waved bye to the infiltration team. And as if by magic he seemed to vanish. A second later the team could see what had actually happened, the "man" or whatever he was ha compressed himself instantaneously into a form so thin as to appear invisible from head on, he was only visible to them now as he attempted to worm his way the tinniest of spaces between the closed doors. The guard wriggled like a ribbon in the wind as he set about to slither his way thew to the next corridor.<br/><br/><br/>