Zebeckras

"Okay, smear it on." "Here?" "All over.  Whole thing, just - yeah, perfect." "Are you sure this isn't too much?  Will it come off?" "It will if ya rub it the right way, don't worry." "Mmkay..." "Don't forget there." "Okay.  ...Should I be doing this in circles?" "Naaaah, not yet.  'Less you want to." "Will it make a difference?" "Not really.  ...Y'okay?" "Yeah - heh, my hands are getting tired..." "WHAT in the world are you doing?!" Launchpad and Beth, in unison, turned to the sound of the voice interrupting them.  Darkwing was standing behind them with an expression of confusion, irritation, and slight discomfort painted all ove