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So this thing is basically like an electronic version of madlibs.

To Intelligently Run

Doctor Horrible and Penny were celebrating a postmodern Valentine's Day together. Doctor Horrible had cooked a white dinner and they ate in a secret lab by candlelight.

"My darling," Penny said, stroking Doctor Horrible's finger, "I have something for you." She gave a box to Doctor Horrible. "It is but an expensive token of my glandular love."

Doctor Horrible opened the box. Inside was a big duckling! He gazed at it achingly. Then he gazed at Penny achingly. "It's deadly," Doctor Horrible said. "Come here and let me run you."

Just then, a beefy crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like the wind in the willows. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a glistening voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.

Penny read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."

They stared at each other happily as the crone cackled some more. Doctor Horrible's foot began to tremble. Then Penny shrugged, pulled out a death ray, and hit the crone on her nose. She fell over dead.

"Problem solved!" Doctor Horrible said and kissed Penny naughtily. "This is a hirsute Valentine's Day!"

They slowly burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.

And then they bounced each other all night long.

And (hopefully) later today: Doctor Horrible fansketches. I drew them last week, and keep forgetting to scan them.

( ETA to add one that's eerily on-topic for Doctor Horrible )

Apparently Postmodern Nose is too badass for the Evil League of Evil.