Once upon a time, it was summer, and so it was super hot. Brendon and his forehead were at a retro ice cream parlor, eating ice cream. Well, Brendon was eating ice cream. His forehead was just zapping ice cream with its tractor beam.
Most people knew by then not to stare at Brendon's wonderfully weird forehead. However, one passerby did stop to stare, and so Brendon's forehead zapped them into a pile of ashes.
Just then, Brendon Urie's portable cell phone, the Ryan-cell, began to ring. It had a phone case shaped and decoreated to look like Ryan Ross' face. 'Cheez whiz. Cheez whiz. Cheez whiz.' Brendon picked up on the third ring. "Yo."
"Brendon, we have a serious emergency here!" The Ambassador to Alien Worlds shouted into the phone. "Your old nemesis, Miss Jackson, is attacking Planet 431!"
"Ugh, not Miss Jackson again!" Brendon complained. Miss Jackson was a creeply lady with a giant sword who liked running around and stabbing people.
"Yes, Miss Jackson again! Now get out there be-FORE she cuts someone's HEAD off!" The Ambassador cackled hysterically at his terrible joke, and Brendon angrily threw his Ryan-cell into the street, where it got crushed under a bus tire. "I SAID STOP IT WITH THE FOREHEAD JOKES!!!"
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Brendon and his wonderful forehead had arrived on Planet 431. As he had been told, Miss Jackson was there. She was running around stabbing the aliens and laughing like a poorly restrained mental hospital patient. "STAB! STAB! STAB!!!"
"NEVER!" Miss Jackson screeched. She loved screeching. "YOU'D NEVER DARE TRY TO STOP ME!"
"And why's that?" Brendon asked, completely setting himself up for a dramatic scene.
"BECAUSE I KIDNAPPED YOUR FRIEND AS A HOSTAGE...DALLON WEEKES!!!" Miss Jackson gestured to Dallon, who was duck-taped to (what else?) a sword.
"DALLY! MY BABY!!" Brendon screamed. "I'LL SAVE YOU!"
"I'm actually okay," Dallon said nonchalantly, but it was too late. Brendon and Miss Jackson had already launched into epic combat.
"No, really, I'm okay," Dallon continued. Brendon punched Miss Jackson in the face, and she sliced off a chunk of his fancy suit with her saber.
"She's really not good with duck tape," Dallon said as he removed the last bit of duck tape holding him to the sword, dusting himself off. HE walked up to MIss Jackson and Brendon, who were wrestling and pulling each others' hair out. Dallon kicked Miss Jackson in the head, and she passed out.
Brendon got up, stumbling and panting. "I SAVED YOU, DALLON!!!"
"Well, technically--" Dallon sighed. He was too tired for this. "You know what? Sure. Whatever."
"Want to go out with me sometime?"
"Sure." And so Brendon carried Dallon Weekes back to planet Earth.
