Meh Meets Onject – Part 3: Rise of the Blümpire(ChatGPT-generated)

The streets of Mehville erupted into chaos as Dr. Blümp floated above the rooftops on his custom-built Port-a-Jet, unleashing a storm of gas-powered minions known only as the Stinktroopers — bloated, rubbery soldiers in hazmat suits that squeaked with every step.

“ATTACK, MY TOOTS OF TERROR!” Blümp roared, sending a wave of Stinktroopers charging toward Meh and Eh.

Meh slashed through the air with his Fart Saber 3000, its green beam leaving behind a faint scent of burnt beans. “These guys smell worse than Gerald’s gym socks!”

Eh spun inside his Bubble Shield, bouncing off walls and knocking out enemies like a human dishwashing grenade. “Cover me! I’m going for Blümp’s jet!”

Suddenly, Onject teleported between them.
“YOU CANNOT DEFEAT BLÜMP WITHOUT ANSWERING… THE RIDDLE OF THE RECTUM.”

Meh blinked. “…the what now?”

But before Onject could finish, Gerald — YES, that Gerald — crashed into the scene, riding a unicycle and juggling grapefruits.
“I got your signal through my turtle shell!” he shouted. “What did I miss?”

“Everything,” Meh and Eh said in unison.

Gerald launched a grapefruit directly at Dr. Blümp’s face, knocking the Port-a-Jet into a death spiral.

“NOOOO! MY WIPES!” Blümp screeched, tumbling into a giant vat labeled “Public Pool.”

Meanwhile, Onject’s eyes flickered.

“ERROR... CORRUPTION FADING... FRIENDSHIP... RESTORED.”

Onject returned to his glowing purple form, hovering peacefully above them.
“I... REMEMBER NOW. I WAS CREATED TO PROTECT MEHVILLE. THANK YOU... DIARRHEA BOYS.”

Meh gave him a thumbs up. “Anytime, cubic bro.”

Eh groaned. “Please never call us that again.”

As sirens faded and sunlight returned, the trio stood victorious. But far in the distance, deep in the sewers beneath the city, a pair of glowing red eyes opened.

Blümp... had survived.