The Dead Android Sketch
Android 18 entered the android repairing shoppe with a dim expression as she carried a obsolete android model. She then noticed someone standing over the counter "Hello, I wish to register a complaint." 18 announced, noticing the figure had a ponytail out. Tapping its shoulder, her jaw dropped on whom she saw. None other than that absorbing, self-obsessed maniac Cell.
"well well, what a pleasant surprise 18." Cell smirked smugly. "Never mind, I wish to make a complaint about this android I purchased not long ago from this very shoppe." 18 snorted, trying to get the matter settled to avoid being absorbed by Cell again. "ah yes I see, the Zenith Norwegian. What's wrong with it?" Cell asked curiously
"I'll tell you what's wrong with it, it's dead, that's what's wrong with it." 18 grimly commented. "Nah, its-it's resting, recharging, you see?" Cell quickly blurted. "Look here you sniveling con artist, I know a dead android when I see one and I'm holding one right now." 18 snapped, annoyed with Cell's disgusting sycophantic behavior.
"It's not dead, its resting." Cell repeated. "*Resting?*" 18 incredulously asked, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "The Zenith have a beautiful way of kipping on its back. Beautiful model, lovely plumage." Cell explained. 18 rolled her eyes and uttered, for the third time "it's not resting, it's dead. The android don't enter into plumage."
"I'm sure its resting." Cell commented. "Ok then, if its resting, I'll wake it up." 18 shrugged, hollering into the droid's ear "hello Zenith! I've got a nice sensu bean for you when you wake up, Zenith!"
"There it moved!" Cell blurted, tapping the droid's arm to fake it moving. "No it didn't! That was you pushing the arm!" 18 snapped
"Bah! I certainly did not!" Cell snorted "Yes you bloody well did." 18 retorted, shaking the droid a few times before giving up and dropping it. "Now that's a dead android." 18 smirked
"No, no, its stunned." Cell explained feebly. 18 glared at Cell and hissed "Look my android sibling, I've just had about enough of this. That android is definitely deceased! And when I purchased it, you said it would be shaggy and tired out after a long blast of Ki power!"
"im sure it was pining for the Fjords." Cell babbled. "PINING FOR THE FJORDS?! What in the sordid name of Kami is that?! Look, why did it fall flat on its ass the moment I brought it home!" 18 shrieked
"It has a beautiful way of that. Lovely plumage." Cell remarked. "Look, I took the liberty of examining that android I discovered the only reason why it was standing in its CR chamber because it was nailed there." 18 replied
"Of course it was, otherwise it'd muscle up to those bars and voom!" Cell grumbled, 18 finally snapping. "Look mate, this android wouldn't voom if it had over 9,000 volts through it!" 18 hissed
"Oh come on, its pining!" Cell explained "AAA! It's NOT PINING! It's PASSED ON! This ANDROID is NO MORE! It has CEASED TO BE! It's EXPIRED AND GONE TO MEET ITS MAKER! It's a STIFF! BEREFIT OF LIFE, IT RESTS IN PEACE! IF YOU DIDN'T HAVE IT PINING, IT WOULDN'T BE PUSHING UP THE DAISIES! IT'S BROUGHT DOWN THE CURTAIN AND JOINED THE CHOIR INVISIBLE! THIS IS AN EX-ANDROID!" 18 ranted, the loudness of her speech-causing Cell to back against the shelf, his eyes widened in fright by the audacity of her loud tirade.
"Uh… you wanna come back to my place?" Cell asked. 18 exhaled, looked at him and then shrugged "eh, all right" 18 answered, both heading out just before a large armored knight struck Cell on the head with a rubber chicken