SOTGD: This chapter is short and as I said before has no plot. I'm trying to make a comical fic. Please review. Also I don't own Ronin Warriors. This is my first RW fic, be nice.
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Change the Light
They sat there, in the living room of Talpa's castle. They were deathly bored. Kayura was gone, shopping most likely. So the four Warlords sat there in the castle with nothing to do on their one week off. Talpa's voice boomed through the fortress.
"Hey, one of you fools come and change the light in the refrigerator."
No one moved, they stared at each other, mentally argueing over who would go. The loser of this battle was Cale. He walked slowly, with caution to the kitchen. He was relieved to find it empty.
As Cale opened the door of the refrigerator, the light came on. It wasn't blowed.
"Talpa, this light isn't blown."
"Yes, it is. When you begin to close the door it goes off."
"It's supposed to do that." Cale mumbled in a more than bored manner.
"Oh. Change it anyway." Talpa floated away. He was thinking of how quick technology had changed, and way he hadn't noticed. All this thinking gave him a headache.
After changing the light bulb, Cale slumped down in his less than comfortable chair. The others took no notice.
Then when finally they got tried of looking at each other, a great crash broke their all to perfect silence followed by curses and howls of pain from Talpa. The Warlords went to his aid, though they had all though of walking the other way and not helping him.
"What happened?" They all exclaimed instinctively.
"I tripped."
"How did you manage to trip? You don't have any legs." Dais yelled in frustration.
"Well you should try putting up Christmas lights with no help."
"For one thing those aren't Christmas lights. It's not Christmas time and those light bulbs attached to a string are all blown." A now angery Dais yelled.
After a great arguement, the warlords were all sitting around a large table. They were untangling Christmas lights, while Talpa hovered over them.
"How did we manage to still have to work while on vacation?"
Dais, Sekhmet, and Cale shrugged and continued their, not even a little fun, job.
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SOTGD: It was short, I know. I ran out of ideas, but I promise to make the next chapter longer. Please review. If you have any good ideas I'd love to hear them.
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Change the Light
They sat there, in the living room of Talpa's castle. They were deathly bored. Kayura was gone, shopping most likely. So the four Warlords sat there in the castle with nothing to do on their one week off. Talpa's voice boomed through the fortress.
"Hey, one of you fools come and change the light in the refrigerator."
No one moved, they stared at each other, mentally argueing over who would go. The loser of this battle was Cale. He walked slowly, with caution to the kitchen. He was relieved to find it empty.
As Cale opened the door of the refrigerator, the light came on. It wasn't blowed.
"Talpa, this light isn't blown."
"Yes, it is. When you begin to close the door it goes off."
"It's supposed to do that." Cale mumbled in a more than bored manner.
"Oh. Change it anyway." Talpa floated away. He was thinking of how quick technology had changed, and way he hadn't noticed. All this thinking gave him a headache.
After changing the light bulb, Cale slumped down in his less than comfortable chair. The others took no notice.
Then when finally they got tried of looking at each other, a great crash broke their all to perfect silence followed by curses and howls of pain from Talpa. The Warlords went to his aid, though they had all though of walking the other way and not helping him.
"What happened?" They all exclaimed instinctively.
"I tripped."
"How did you manage to trip? You don't have any legs." Dais yelled in frustration.
"Well you should try putting up Christmas lights with no help."
"For one thing those aren't Christmas lights. It's not Christmas time and those light bulbs attached to a string are all blown." A now angery Dais yelled.
After a great arguement, the warlords were all sitting around a large table. They were untangling Christmas lights, while Talpa hovered over them.
"How did we manage to still have to work while on vacation?"
Dais, Sekhmet, and Cale shrugged and continued their, not even a little fun, job.
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SOTGD: It was short, I know. I ran out of ideas, but I promise to make the next chapter longer. Please review. If you have any good ideas I'd love to hear them.