A/N: This is my first Trigun ficcy, but I hope you like it. I love Trigun, but I don't have the DVD's, so it might take me a bit longer to update chapters, since I plan to interview EVERYONE and need information on everyone. Anyway, I am Megan, and Ala is my friend (I don't own her!). That's not her real name of course, but I'm using Ala because....I am. Enjoy! ^___^
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Trigun characters. They belong to some Japanimation people (funny word, ain't it?) over in Japan. Darn those people...if only I could save up more than five bucks to buy people...but that's not happening, so don't sue me. Thanks. You wouldn't get any money anyway! Ha! :-D
~*~*~*~*~*SPIDERS MUST DIE!!!*~*~*~*~*~
The scene starts in a dimly lit room, with two armchairs, one of them occupied, next to a sofa in the middle of the stage. An audience sits quietly nearby, waiting for the show to begin. The figure in the chair looks around the room, then down at the watch on her arm. "Where the hell is Megan?"
A few moments later, a small figure stumbles down the aisle and onto the stage. "I'm here! Just gimme ONE more minute!" She unfolds the ladder she was carrying and climbs up. "This room is way too dim for the cameras! I just need to change this one light..."
The seated figure begins to stand, "Uh, Megan, I wouldn't touch that if I were-"
"Ahhh!" Megan screeches, "Hot son of a-" she stops mid-sentence, looking in the direction of the audience. "Oh, we actually have guests this time. In that case..." She quickly screws in the new lightbulb, jumping off the ladder and yelling, "Welcome to our show! I'm the Closet Monster, but you can call me Megan!" she gestures over to the now standing person, "And this is Ala! She's my Co-Host!"
"What!?" The taller one screams, "I can squash you, Megan! Besides, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't even HAVE a show!"
"Oh, yeah..."
"Yeah! Anyway, here today to share his life with us is Millions Knives! Here he comes now!"
A tall man in what appears to be a red and white spacesuit walks on-stage, sitting on the sofa nearest Megan.
"Hey," Megan whispers, leaning over to her friend, "How did he get here from Gun-smoke?"
"I have connections, now shut up!" she whispers back, "Ahem! First of all, let me tell you how much we appreciate you coming on our show and letting us interview you."
"Yeah! I'm Megan, but you can call me Closet Monster!"
"And I'm Ala!"
"Well, you already know my name, so can we just get on with the interview, now?"
"Right! First question! What is your name!?"
"Megan, what's wrong with you!? It's Millions Knives!" Ala shrieks.
"But what's his LAST name?" Megan questions, "I mean, it should be Saverem, right?"
"No," the man named Knives protests, "Rem Saverem was NOT my mother. How could such an imperfect being such as herself be related in any way to ME?"
"So you're saying your name is Millions Knives?" Ala asks.
"Right."
"So is Knives your last name? What's your middle name? Oh, oh! Is it OF!?" Megan squeals, "Is your name MILLIONS OF KNIVES!?"
"NO! My name is Millions Knives! The word OF or SAVEREM is not in my name! I would NEVER accept the last name of a spider!"
O.O "Well then," Ala begins, "Next question-"
"I'm not done!" Megan whines.
"She said the nest question, SPIDER!"
*GASP!* "Where!?" Megan shrieks, "Where!? Where's the spider!?" She jumps out of her chair and onto the sofa next to Knives. "Oh my Gosh! Is THAT IT!?" she points to a speck on the wall, "Ahhh!! Give me your gun!!!" She frantically grabs the handgun out of his suit. "DIE!!!!"
A bullet whizzes by Ala's head, "Megan, stop it!"
"NO!! THE SPIDER MUST DIE!!!" She shoots again, this time hitting the wall. "Oh no! I don't think I killed it!!" She shoots three more times, creating a total of four bullet holes in the back wall.
O.o "Can I have my gun back now?" Knives asks.
"Oh, sure! Sorry about that!" Megan happily hands back his gun. The audience members return to their seats and resume breathing.
"Alrighty then. I think it's safe to say we're moving on the Question 2. How about the audience helps us out? Knives, could you please call on someone?"
U.U;; "Sure. How about..." he points to a boy in the front row, "...you. With the baggy clothes."
"What's wrong with my clothes?" the audience member stands up.
"Besides the fact that your...pants, are falling below your knees and that cloth you call a shirt is obviously too large for you...nothing."
"Well, at least I can wear underwear with my clothes!"
"Ooooh," Ala grins, "Are you gonna take that kind of abuse?"
"I'm going to destroy all of mankind...and, I'm a plant! Therefor, I am superior!"
"Oh, yeah?" questions the teen, "Really, a plant? WE call em LIGHTBULBS."
"Why you little punk..." Knives stands up, taking out his gun.
"Megan, flying tackle!" Ala yells.
"Right!" she dives at him from the side, taking him down water-boy style. "No shooting in the Studio!" he glances over to the wall with bullet holes. "Well...no shooting PEOPLE!"
"Eaugh, fine." Knives walks back over to the sofa and plops down, "Next question?"
"All right," Ala begins, "How about...your favorite gung-ho gun?"
"Well they're all great fighters, skilled in their own ways, and they all obey me, so-"
"MASTER.?"
...........................
"Hello???" Megan waves her hand in front of the plant's face.
"Oh, uh, like I was saying, I like them all-"
"But, MASTER, I thought I was your favorite..."
"Legato?"
"Hey!" Megan yells, "What're you doing talkin to Legato? We're tryin to do an interview here!"
"What?" Knives acts confused, "I, I'm not talking to Legato."
"Oh...okay." ^_^
"Legato, I'm only saying I like all of them so no one gets jealous. You know I like you best."
"Oh, good," says Legato's voice, "I've already made all the beds and you have a hot bath waiting..."
"Not now Legato..."
O.O "Uh, Knives?" Ala pokes him.
"What? What do you want from me!?"
"Hey, now don't get your panties in a bunch, I was just trying to get your attention."
"He doesn't wear panties, remember!?" yells the teen from earlier.
"Oh, that is IT!! I've HAD it! I'm surrounded by...SPIDERS! And I can't even shoot any one! I'M LEAVING!!!" he storms off the stage, gun in hand, muttering something about Mr. Baggy being the first to die.
o.O "Well then, I guess today's show is over." Ala turns towards Megan, "Say, who should we interview next?"
Megan is nowhere to be found.
"Oh, come on. Megan! Where are you!?"
"Where...where, are...the...SPIDERS!?!" Megan screams and jumps out from behind the couch. "I...I have a stick!!" She runs offstage and grabs a lamp.
"Megan, that's a lamp pole. Put it down."
"NO!!"
"Okay then. Looks like our show's over folks," she glances behind her to see Megan beating the walls with a lamp. "Looks like we're gonna need some insurance..."
~*~*~*~*~*THE END...for now!*~*~*~*~*~
...can you guess who we'll interview next? Think real hard! Oh yeah, review please! It's the link down there! ^_^
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Trigun characters. They belong to some Japanimation people (funny word, ain't it?) over in Japan. Darn those people...if only I could save up more than five bucks to buy people...but that's not happening, so don't sue me. Thanks. You wouldn't get any money anyway! Ha! :-D
~*~*~*~*~*SPIDERS MUST DIE!!!*~*~*~*~*~
The scene starts in a dimly lit room, with two armchairs, one of them occupied, next to a sofa in the middle of the stage. An audience sits quietly nearby, waiting for the show to begin. The figure in the chair looks around the room, then down at the watch on her arm. "Where the hell is Megan?"
A few moments later, a small figure stumbles down the aisle and onto the stage. "I'm here! Just gimme ONE more minute!" She unfolds the ladder she was carrying and climbs up. "This room is way too dim for the cameras! I just need to change this one light..."
The seated figure begins to stand, "Uh, Megan, I wouldn't touch that if I were-"
"Ahhh!" Megan screeches, "Hot son of a-" she stops mid-sentence, looking in the direction of the audience. "Oh, we actually have guests this time. In that case..." She quickly screws in the new lightbulb, jumping off the ladder and yelling, "Welcome to our show! I'm the Closet Monster, but you can call me Megan!" she gestures over to the now standing person, "And this is Ala! She's my Co-Host!"
"What!?" The taller one screams, "I can squash you, Megan! Besides, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't even HAVE a show!"
"Oh, yeah..."
"Yeah! Anyway, here today to share his life with us is Millions Knives! Here he comes now!"
A tall man in what appears to be a red and white spacesuit walks on-stage, sitting on the sofa nearest Megan.
"Hey," Megan whispers, leaning over to her friend, "How did he get here from Gun-smoke?"
"I have connections, now shut up!" she whispers back, "Ahem! First of all, let me tell you how much we appreciate you coming on our show and letting us interview you."
"Yeah! I'm Megan, but you can call me Closet Monster!"
"And I'm Ala!"
"Well, you already know my name, so can we just get on with the interview, now?"
"Right! First question! What is your name!?"
"Megan, what's wrong with you!? It's Millions Knives!" Ala shrieks.
"But what's his LAST name?" Megan questions, "I mean, it should be Saverem, right?"
"No," the man named Knives protests, "Rem Saverem was NOT my mother. How could such an imperfect being such as herself be related in any way to ME?"
"So you're saying your name is Millions Knives?" Ala asks.
"Right."
"So is Knives your last name? What's your middle name? Oh, oh! Is it OF!?" Megan squeals, "Is your name MILLIONS OF KNIVES!?"
"NO! My name is Millions Knives! The word OF or SAVEREM is not in my name! I would NEVER accept the last name of a spider!"
O.O "Well then," Ala begins, "Next question-"
"I'm not done!" Megan whines.
"She said the nest question, SPIDER!"
*GASP!* "Where!?" Megan shrieks, "Where!? Where's the spider!?" She jumps out of her chair and onto the sofa next to Knives. "Oh my Gosh! Is THAT IT!?" she points to a speck on the wall, "Ahhh!! Give me your gun!!!" She frantically grabs the handgun out of his suit. "DIE!!!!"
A bullet whizzes by Ala's head, "Megan, stop it!"
"NO!! THE SPIDER MUST DIE!!!" She shoots again, this time hitting the wall. "Oh no! I don't think I killed it!!" She shoots three more times, creating a total of four bullet holes in the back wall.
O.o "Can I have my gun back now?" Knives asks.
"Oh, sure! Sorry about that!" Megan happily hands back his gun. The audience members return to their seats and resume breathing.
"Alrighty then. I think it's safe to say we're moving on the Question 2. How about the audience helps us out? Knives, could you please call on someone?"
U.U;; "Sure. How about..." he points to a boy in the front row, "...you. With the baggy clothes."
"What's wrong with my clothes?" the audience member stands up.
"Besides the fact that your...pants, are falling below your knees and that cloth you call a shirt is obviously too large for you...nothing."
"Well, at least I can wear underwear with my clothes!"
"Ooooh," Ala grins, "Are you gonna take that kind of abuse?"
"I'm going to destroy all of mankind...and, I'm a plant! Therefor, I am superior!"
"Oh, yeah?" questions the teen, "Really, a plant? WE call em LIGHTBULBS."
"Why you little punk..." Knives stands up, taking out his gun.
"Megan, flying tackle!" Ala yells.
"Right!" she dives at him from the side, taking him down water-boy style. "No shooting in the Studio!" he glances over to the wall with bullet holes. "Well...no shooting PEOPLE!"
"Eaugh, fine." Knives walks back over to the sofa and plops down, "Next question?"
"All right," Ala begins, "How about...your favorite gung-ho gun?"
"Well they're all great fighters, skilled in their own ways, and they all obey me, so-"
"MASTER.?"
...........................
"Hello???" Megan waves her hand in front of the plant's face.
"Oh, uh, like I was saying, I like them all-"
"But, MASTER, I thought I was your favorite..."
"Legato?"
"Hey!" Megan yells, "What're you doing talkin to Legato? We're tryin to do an interview here!"
"What?" Knives acts confused, "I, I'm not talking to Legato."
"Oh...okay." ^_^
"Legato, I'm only saying I like all of them so no one gets jealous. You know I like you best."
"Oh, good," says Legato's voice, "I've already made all the beds and you have a hot bath waiting..."
"Not now Legato..."
O.O "Uh, Knives?" Ala pokes him.
"What? What do you want from me!?"
"Hey, now don't get your panties in a bunch, I was just trying to get your attention."
"He doesn't wear panties, remember!?" yells the teen from earlier.
"Oh, that is IT!! I've HAD it! I'm surrounded by...SPIDERS! And I can't even shoot any one! I'M LEAVING!!!" he storms off the stage, gun in hand, muttering something about Mr. Baggy being the first to die.
o.O "Well then, I guess today's show is over." Ala turns towards Megan, "Say, who should we interview next?"
Megan is nowhere to be found.
"Oh, come on. Megan! Where are you!?"
"Where...where, are...the...SPIDERS!?!" Megan screams and jumps out from behind the couch. "I...I have a stick!!" She runs offstage and grabs a lamp.
"Megan, that's a lamp pole. Put it down."
"NO!!"
"Okay then. Looks like our show's over folks," she glances behind her to see Megan beating the walls with a lamp. "Looks like we're gonna need some insurance..."
~*~*~*~*~*THE END...for now!*~*~*~*~*~
...can you guess who we'll interview next? Think real hard! Oh yeah, review please! It's the link down there! ^_^
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V (clicky, clicky!)