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 Black Canary

Black Canary
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Episode: 1ne
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 First the background an adolescent boy just having lots of hots for a cartoon character amused by the fishnet clothing of her uniforms eye must admit eye treated Black Canary much the same as iff it was pornography in cartoon form. Black Canary's limitations stemmed from her own humanity. While highly trained, she was mortal and could be injured and slain by normally mortal forces. Oddly enough eye do not remember the BLONDE wig at all the Black Canary eye remember had long black hair BUT mabe the wig was hapless in the episode. Black Canary possesses a metahuman "canary cry," an extremely potent sonic force emitted from her vocal chords. This cry can not only deafen, but flatten everything in her immediate vicinity. Dinah does not like to use the Cry except as a last resort.
She has become one of the world's very top martial artists, and continues to train under the tutelage of the world's foremost martial artist, Lady Shiva. What price Dinah will pay for this service has yet to be revealed.
The men came up to charlax and threatened him again in the desert again but this time the canary lady stepped out of her timeline having come from the professors time machine Zeitgeist The spirit of the time; the general intellectual and moral state or temper characteristic of any period of time.
Zeitgeist TSYT-guyst; ZYT-guyst (noun) - [Often capitalized]
 She had long flowing black hair the wig was absent again she smiled at Charles and said just fall to the ground and we will win. The man with the twin and the sap in his hand was the first to feel the toed boot slap his chin. He fell back and the other man hurried up to see what had happened they expected no troubles from this hapless homeless. She smiled and kicked him in his area. He frowned and fell headlong on the trail and wondered quickly at his fate so soon a fall from the fun they would have from beating on the homeless face he cried and then his friend he almost died from another slap of the blacktoed boot of Black Canary. She held a pistol a small 41. Caliber derringer over and under with two shots she pointed the gun and stepped over the charlax protecting his life she uttered the sound she had saved for this very day her “canary cry”. She tucked the little pistol away back in her vest pocket it slide inn like a greased lightening bolted.  The noise was making everyone on the trail unkempt and elusive. She wanted to talk more to the homeless CharlaX one but now it was impossible at least she had not had to SHOOT the little men that threatened him with harm. Her job was finished here and she stepped back into the time machine blowing a ample kiss at the homeless bard. He was almost a Beethoven. To this day the fable maker of Arizona has trouble with his hearing aggravated by the members of his Chinese Laundry using machines to do their labor so early in a quiet day. Eye rally loved the Black Canary ewe she moved me. Or mabe it was just the fishnet stockings of her uniformed replete. This is the end of Episode: 1ne Saving CharlaX.
Stay tuned oh Gentile reader ewe for the next episode of fable cartoon.



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