DISCLAIMER!! Anyone you recognize isn’t mine. This fic takes place outside my reality--i.e., in the normal (sort of) JQ one. This is a joke.

“The meeting of the Rage Society To Destroy The World will now come to order. The minutes of the last meeting shall be read.”

Geaker stood up and cleared his throat. “Minute one. Name of Society announced. Kazz stated that it was a stupid name.”

“It is a stupid name.”

“KAZZ! We’re not starting that again!”

“{rassum frassum}”

“Debated whether or not we should change the name for five minutes. Minute six. Rage bellowed at--ahem--me to sit down and shut up.” Geaker paused to look at their leader. “That really wasn’t necessary, you know.”

Rage leveled an impressive glare at him, and Geaker went back to reading the minutes, pushing his glasses farther up his nose and giving a disdainful sniff.

“Minute seven: North started passing around baby pictures.”

A woman leaned over the round table to place a hand on North’s. “Those little twins of yours are so adorable. You were right, you should enter them in a beauty pageant.”

Rage gave a low growl and she leaned back again, giving a “humph.”

“Minute eight. Wher jumped up onto the table screaming about baby pictures in a Destroying the World club.”

“Okay,” Wher said, sitting up in his chair, “First off, I didn’t jump onto the table. I gracefully leapt. Second off, baby pictures have no place in a place like this. Third off, this isn’t a “club” it’s a Society! There’s a difference!”

Jasmine gave a distinctly unlady like snort, and North stood up to defend his children’s honor.

“COULD YOU ALL SIT DOWN AND BEHAVE FOR ONCE?!” Rage cried, jumping to his feet.

Everyone quieted down again, though some rumblings went through the room.

“Minute nine,” Geaker started after a minute, “Rage yelled at everyone to shut up and behave. Minute ten. Jasmine told him to go stuff him and his Society in--er, somethingorother. She then said that she could build her own Society and didn’t need his. A dare was started as to who could destroy the world first.”

“Are we still takin’ bets on dat?” Cajun asked.

Tyger Tyger leaned forward, giving him odds. He grinned and opened up his wallet, taking out cash.

“All right, enough of that! If you two don’t settle down--”

“Okay, okay. Sheesh,” Cajun complained, settling back. Tyger Tyger said something that sounded like it was probably very rude, but she said it in Chinese so no one was sure.

“Minute twelve--”

“Meow.”

Geaker looked up. “Did someone just make cat noises?”

Rage shifted uncomfortably.

“Well, ah, I thought you said this was pet night!” Slimer whined, pulling a kitten out of his pocket.

“He told me it was!” Shiner went to the door and brought in his Doberman.

“No, it is not pet night! That’s the most ridiculous--”

“Aww, wook at da cute widdle kit-ty!” Jasmine cried, picking it up and holding it in the air.

“No, put that away now! I’m allergic to cats!” Rage protested.

“WE’RE SUPPOSED TO BE RULING THE WORLD! OR DESTROYING IT, OR SOMETHING!” Wher started shouting, grabbing the cat and jumping onto the table.

“Minute five,” Geaker was writing furiously, “Wher jumps onto table.”

“I DID NOT! I gracefully leapt,” he said, turning to look down at Geaker.

“Would you give me my cat back?!” Slimer cried, making a lunge for it.

“Hey--watch it!” Wher cried as the cat flew out of his hands.

The Doberman started barking, it’s mouth foaming.

“Uh oh,” Shiner said, licking his lips, “Spot doesn’t like cats!”

“No $#!+, Sherlock,” Jasmine said sarcastically, making a grab for the cat. She got it into her hands, but then it wriggled out again, landing right in Rage’s lap.

“GET THIS THING AWAY FROM--FROM--FRO--AH-CHOO!!!!” he sneezed, his body convulsing so hard he smashed his head against the table. The kitten mewled and jumped out of his lap, running out the door.

“Minute eight, Rage breaks his nose,” Geaker wrote as Jasmine, Tyger Tyger, Slimer and Kazz went racing after the cat.

“No doggie, donnnnn’ttt!” Shiner wailed as he was pulled down the hall, his Doberman hot on the heels of that cat.

“HAVE PEOPLE FORGOTTEN THAT THIS IS A DESTROY THE WORLD SOCIETY?! THIS IS WHAT’S WRONG WITH THE WORLD TODAY!” Wher shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Wher, pleade!” Rage groaned, holding his freshly broken nose.

“Say, North, y’want ta go see if dere be any a de ladies out front dat where here last week? Day were somet’ing else, non?” Cajun asked, leaning closer to the older man.

“They were! Let’s go check.” Both men got up and sauntered out of the room, ignoring Rage’s shouts at them to call a doctor, and Wher’s ranting about what type of Society this was, and what was wrong with the world today.

“And people wonder why I can’t beat Jonny Quest,” Rage muttered, thunking his head back down on the table.

“AND YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD TODAY? TELEVISION! CARTOONS ARE ROTTING KIDS’ MINDS’! . . .”

-~=Finis=~-

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