The announcer directed an open hand through the air, a welcome to both teams.

"Our groups tonight are the Dark side, and the Rescue Rangers."

He walked to the center of the stage and shouted into the mic, "You all know the rules, so let's feud!"

Nerve grating show music flooded the stage.

The announcer, a man in a well groomed black suit and red tie, stepped over to the Dark side's table. He leaned an elbow on its surface and looked up at the unmoving ebon black shape at its head.

"Dark Overlord, as leader of the Dark Side, please introduce your team."

(Silence)

"Is he awake?"

"Yeah, he's awake, just can't take cameras. That's all." the female next to the Overlord commented.

Her outfit was a carefully picked assortment of more hi-tech weaponry than I could count.

A clear bead of sweat slid down the Overlord's brow.

"Alright then, T'r, can I call you T'r?" A bolt of energy flew past the announcer's head.

"Guess not.." He straightened his tie and continued, "T'r Syll'n, please introduce the members of your team."

"Well, there's the Dark Overlord. Most feared of all the tyrannical rulers in Otherworld. He just can't handle crowds."

"Me, I'm just an Anterran bounty hunter, Bohren trained." The blue skinned humanoid next to T'r Syll'n smirked and began to giggle uncontrollably. "If you make one comment about the braid, Pax, I'm going to.. to.." she yelled, then pouted, "Oh forget it!"

T'r Syll'n's head was completely shaven, except for a multicoloured braid at the back that reached down to her waist.

"This is Aurion Pax," Syll'n was clearly annoyed, "He's an ancient Anterran. They just found him stuck in a block of ice in the Polar region on Bohra. They should've left him there if they had any sens.."

"That's very nice Ms. Syll'n, and who is the.. um.. Werewolf next to Mr. Pax?"

"Oh, that's Tarikh. He's the current High counsel of Terraria. His dental hygiene is attrocious."

Tarikh leaped out of his seat, snarling, straight for Syll'n, but was caught mid-air by the blue skinned Anterran. Pax neatly placed the fuming Terrarian leader back onto his floating disk seat.

The announcer raised an eyebrow and turned around to face the other team.

"As current leader of the Rescue Rangers, Chip could you please introduce your team."

Chip was staring across to the other side of Feud stage. T'r Syll'n was playing with a plasma rifle. She had it across her back earlier. Now it was pointing right in Chip's direction.

"Excuse me, Chip?" The announcer tried to interrupt, but was interrupted by a sizzling bolt of energy instead.

Chip's hat was left spinning in the air, with a few flames around the edges.

"Chip, get up!", Dale looked to his buddy, "We're on TV! You can't do that now!"

"Uh.. yeah." Chip cautiously stood to his full height. "I'm Chip, leader of the Rescue Rangers.."

"That's very interesting, Mr. Chip, but who are the other members of your team?" The announcer tapped his foot impatiently.

"I'm Gadget!" Gadget cheerfully butted in.

"And I'm Dale!" Dale followed.

"And you are?" The announcer looked to the pointy-eared, dark-eyed mouse standing next to Dale.

"Oh, that's Isagi," Dale explained, "He doesn't talk too much."

"He just blows things up," Gadget added.

Across the room, T'r Syll'n did a double take, "You!" and glared at the little Anterran. She sprang out of her seat and flew across the room, judicously stopping for the invisible wall of force that separated the two teams.

Did I say stopping? I meant 'slamming into and being flattened against'.

T'r Syll'n slowly scraped down the invisible wall. The announcer helped her, woozily, back to her floating seat.

"You gotta love this show," the announcer commented to the audience.

"First round of Questions goes to the Rescue Rangers."

"Gadget, what is the quickest way to a man's heart?"

Gadget placed a hand under her chin and tilted her head to the side.

"Hm. I dunno. A mechanics' wrench?"

A not small fourty kilovolt charge coursed through the little mouse, Illuminating the room with a brilliant blue/white light. Gadget was left on the floor, small trails of smoke wisping from her arms and body.

Isagi's expression suddenly became pained.

Dale leaned down and helped Gadget back up to her seat. His fur stood on end for the kind effort.

"I know!" He smashed the button down in front of him, "Chocolate!" and had a cheese attack, not unlike Monty.

Dale's fur began to stand up on end even more, if such a thing were possible. He leaped out of his seat and razzberried the special effects girl. "Nyeah, nyeah, missed me!"

A stray lightning bolt caught him mid-air and left him to drop to the carpetted floor.

Chip swatted the red button, "I know! His.."

Chip was sent bodily to smash into the ceiling high above.

Aurion Pax flinched across the room.

"Out of turn," the announcer scolded.

"Dark side, do you have the answer to the question, `What is the quickest way to a man's heart'? You could win the round with this one!"

T'r Syll'n calmly pressed her button. The Anterran beside her jumped, reflexively, out of his seat.

"His ribcage." she added with a bit of a wolf toothed grin.

A tile on the score board in the center of the room flipped over and displayed 'HIS RIBCAGE' as the number one answer.