TRIGUN(A RATHER HASTILY ASSEMBLED ATTEMPT AT CREATING THE WORLD'S FIRST
SUCCINCT YET THOROUGH SUMMARY OF AN ALTOGETHER DARN-TOOTIN' AWESOME SERIES
THROUGH A PARTICULAR RHYTHM AND RHYME SCHEME KNOWN AS 'LIMERICKS')
otherwise known as
T(ARHAAACTWFSYTSOAADTASTAPRARSKA'L') version 1.0
-begin!-
*the orchestra tunes up, though there is no music at all*
*a conductor, with long blonde hair tied neatly back into a ponytail at the back of a pale neck, steps up to the podium, and dusts off black sleeves*
*the audience silences immediately*
*ahem*
-tap,tap,tap-
There once was a man they called Vash,
He was loud, he was proud, he was brash.
In the morning's clear sun,
With an egg and a gun,
He would practice until shells went SMASH!
Meryl worked for the good Bernadelli,
When the news of July came on the telly.
"Vash-san's on the loose,
so you better vamoose!"
cried her boss with a wobbling belly.
So out on a thomas she rode
In her ass-kicking, insurance-selling mode
She met the big twit
And would've then quit
But his true nature he then had showed.
"Oh, my God!" she screeched in great shock
"You can't be that man-you're a schlock!"
But it was Gospel truth,
And with Wolf's confessional booth,
They did saved a girl by the clock.
And then Gung-Ho guns came to town,
Slinging their bullets around!
"Get out of here now,"
said Vash with a growl.
"Or your remains, they will never be found."
But killing was just not his bag,
He was ignorant as to how he should frag
Zazie the Beast,
Or the Cyclop's death feast,
And Legato he then had to slag.
"I killed!" he wailed and he screamed,
"I betrayed my true love's last dream!"
"Rem's really sad now,
and I just don't know how
my humanity was sadly demeaned!"
In the distance Knives chuckled and gloated
And his ego had seriously bloated
"My dear 'plant bro,
I know even though,
You hate me, on you I have doted."
In the end much was lost, much was gained
And Wolfwood repented and pained,
But Vash saved the day,
And to Knives he did say
"For the world from killing I refrained!"
Is he changed, Vash's sadistic blonde brother?
And is Milly turned into a Mother?
That we shall not see
As the next bit's not free,
'Cause Nightow's not makin' another.
*bows*
otherwise known as
T(ARHAAACTWFSYTSOAADTASTAPRARSKA'L') version 1.0
-begin!-
*the orchestra tunes up, though there is no music at all*
*a conductor, with long blonde hair tied neatly back into a ponytail at the back of a pale neck, steps up to the podium, and dusts off black sleeves*
*the audience silences immediately*
*ahem*
-tap,tap,tap-
There once was a man they called Vash,
He was loud, he was proud, he was brash.
In the morning's clear sun,
With an egg and a gun,
He would practice until shells went SMASH!
Meryl worked for the good Bernadelli,
When the news of July came on the telly.
"Vash-san's on the loose,
so you better vamoose!"
cried her boss with a wobbling belly.
So out on a thomas she rode
In her ass-kicking, insurance-selling mode
She met the big twit
And would've then quit
But his true nature he then had showed.
"Oh, my God!" she screeched in great shock
"You can't be that man-you're a schlock!"
But it was Gospel truth,
And with Wolf's confessional booth,
They did saved a girl by the clock.
And then Gung-Ho guns came to town,
Slinging their bullets around!
"Get out of here now,"
said Vash with a growl.
"Or your remains, they will never be found."
But killing was just not his bag,
He was ignorant as to how he should frag
Zazie the Beast,
Or the Cyclop's death feast,
And Legato he then had to slag.
"I killed!" he wailed and he screamed,
"I betrayed my true love's last dream!"
"Rem's really sad now,
and I just don't know how
my humanity was sadly demeaned!"
In the distance Knives chuckled and gloated
And his ego had seriously bloated
"My dear 'plant bro,
I know even though,
You hate me, on you I have doted."
In the end much was lost, much was gained
And Wolfwood repented and pained,
But Vash saved the day,
And to Knives he did say
"For the world from killing I refrained!"
Is he changed, Vash's sadistic blonde brother?
And is Milly turned into a Mother?
That we shall not see
As the next bit's not free,
'Cause Nightow's not makin' another.
*bows*
