Author's Note:
This was a crazy idea my brother and I had. Blame him if you don't like it.
Disclaimer:
I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, Naruto, Dragonball Z, Shaman King, Godzilla, King Ghidora, One Piece, Bleach, Hikaru no Go, Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo, YuYu Hakusho, Yu-Gi-Oh! GX, Milk Duds, Shonen Jump, David Bowie, or anything else. I AM INNOCENT!!!
INTRODUCTION
:WARNING:
-The following statement is presented in a pompous and garish way-
Once upon a time, there was an evil monster in space. It had a heart full of evil and felt like destroying things. Oh, no, he didn't have bipolar disorder, and he wasn't emo. But he did have three heads and could breathe lightning, so that's something he really felt like using sometimes. His name was King Ghidorah (sorry I didn't state this before, but I wanted to distract you with a bunch of adjectives to waste your time). One day, he came upon a planet he could destroy, for it had stuff to blow up and snort up his nostrils. Nostrils so gold, yet scaly, and so bloody ugly you wouldn't even dare to make a bet with a friend if a Milk Dud could fit in it. When he began his tirade, there were many Japanese warriors that dared to face him, although all of them died because they had no strength whatsoever. Many of these warriors were extremely buff but the sweat they produced from their armpits and their bulging steroidified muscles were so nauseating that they lost corporate sponsorship. The last hero was so angry that he clenched his teeth until they broke. All of the muscles in his body (including his tongue and pupils) herniated and ruptured, and his blood became so hot, that it started to blast from his ears. In other words, no one knows what came first. The dragon attack of 1965, or the Blood Flood of 1801. This continued for thousands of years until one fateful day, in the year of... whenever now is.
Oh man... this really sucks... Oh well, it's not my crap. I just typed what he dictated. Bye now!