Disclaimer: I don't even want to own Hunter X Hunter. Just doin' this for
publicity.
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Fan Mail
"Damn it, I'm sick of this show," stated Gon, cantankerously.
"Big deal," retorted Killua. "This is all I gotta do to get me more chocolate so quit complainin'. Without you, this show is of no use."
Gon muttered to himself gruffly and went to make-up. Today he had to play the scene where he got the crap beaten out of him by Hysoka in the Sky Arena. In his dressing room he found a bottle of Vodka. He slipped a little (or maybe a lot) into his cup of coffee. By the time the director said, "That's a rap!" Gon managed to recite Hamlet in the middle of the scene, knock Hysoka down several times, and throw up all over the stage director.
The next morning, Gon drank a 'little' more Vodka on his way to the studio. He was just about to announce his retirement when a tall, thin college student shouted, "FAAAN-MAAIIIL!" Gon's eyes immediately lit up and welled up in tears. It was his favorite time of the day-opening their fan mail. Gon jumped into the truckload of letters and immediately began ripping through the envelopes whether they were his or not. The rest of the day was a blur to him. He remembered ripping off some chick's blonde hair, laughing at some tall guy in a suit, and the smell of Vodka. Guess he never did quit after all, much to Killua's delight.
Author's note: R&R&R (read, review, raze) M/$3® /3
I rule the world so do not attempt to defy me unless you want solitary confinement in a teeny tiny unknown deserted volcanic island in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle with only bugs and muddy water for nourishment for
the rest of your puny worthless life. If you can read this, you have
excellent eyes.
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Fan Mail
"Damn it, I'm sick of this show," stated Gon, cantankerously.
"Big deal," retorted Killua. "This is all I gotta do to get me more chocolate so quit complainin'. Without you, this show is of no use."
Gon muttered to himself gruffly and went to make-up. Today he had to play the scene where he got the crap beaten out of him by Hysoka in the Sky Arena. In his dressing room he found a bottle of Vodka. He slipped a little (or maybe a lot) into his cup of coffee. By the time the director said, "That's a rap!" Gon managed to recite Hamlet in the middle of the scene, knock Hysoka down several times, and throw up all over the stage director.
The next morning, Gon drank a 'little' more Vodka on his way to the studio. He was just about to announce his retirement when a tall, thin college student shouted, "FAAAN-MAAIIIL!" Gon's eyes immediately lit up and welled up in tears. It was his favorite time of the day-opening their fan mail. Gon jumped into the truckload of letters and immediately began ripping through the envelopes whether they were his or not. The rest of the day was a blur to him. He remembered ripping off some chick's blonde hair, laughing at some tall guy in a suit, and the smell of Vodka. Guess he never did quit after all, much to Killua's delight.
Author's note: R&R&R (read, review, raze) M/$3® /3
I rule the world so do not attempt to defy me unless you want solitary confinement in a teeny tiny unknown deserted volcanic island in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle with only bugs and muddy water for nourishment for
the rest of your puny worthless life. If you can read this, you have
excellent eyes.