Guts
Disclaimer: I own as much Saiyuki as my Bio teacher does: i.e. none.
For UltraM2000 ad Gu Bak Wan (who's currently in Hawaii). May Sanzo relieve THEM of their moral burden.
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It smells in here. Always that same old stench to accompany me as I slug away at the antique workstation. Sour. Old. And just plain unhygienic.
Hardly any light—just like Nii. Trying to scrimp and save on the most necessary things when all that he ever uses the surplus for is new bunny dolls. I've seen him hoard them in his 'top secret' office that he demanded from the Empress.
Ah, here he comes again. I've hated his stupid goatee and scant whiskers since the day I met him. Look at how he clutches his stuffed rabbit—protective—as he flits and mutters to himself over the photocopy machine. Disgusting.
Swagger over to me, cigarette dangling. That's right, bossman, stick your face to sneer at me just because of that little black dress I wear. The lab coat doesn't hide it, eh? But I know that you like expensive chocolate. Not candy, like me.
Clean up the database. The pulsing blue light envelops my dancing fingers. New reports, new numbers, new experiments to file. Day in day out. Incredibly stupid, considering the fact that we are as far from our goal as when we first began.
Sigh. He starts humming some inane jingle. Amazing: he can actually carry a tune.
It's not like I enjoy working here. We need GUTS: Great and Utter loss of Total Sanity to continue working under a rodent-obsessed pervert and his disturbed hokeys.
He's jabbering again. Pretty when I frown! The joker. He's losing his brains as fast as his virility (as far as I've heard). He would procreate with any breathing thing within a 5-foot radius, if he could.
Chugging down his coffee—dark. To keep his sallow lids open, long enough to irritate the existence of everyone around him before it's time for bed.
But. . . I have no choice. Not with that silly bossman around. I pity our Prince sometimes. Nii drives us both up the wall just for fun.
Swagger. Sniggering about some Genjo Sanzo and the Hell sutra into the extension. I hear a lot, even if Nii doesn't want me to, and I've always wondered what was all the fuss about some—monk. He's probably just bald and pious and simple.
Once we get hold of the sutras, though, then what? Only a monk (or to be exact) a Sanzo can unlock the power within. Or maybe Nii just wants a new toy. Nii is a Sanzo but looking at the direction in which he's heading, I doubt that a highly ranked monk would smoke, drink, and act like a pervert around his subordinates.
Ah, well.
Be down in the lab in ten. Here we go again. With that smell still permeating the room.
For UltraM2000 ad Gu Bak Wan (who's currently in Hawaii). May Sanzo relieve THEM of their moral burden.
***
It smells in here. Always that same old stench to accompany me as I slug away at the antique workstation. Sour. Old. And just plain unhygienic.
Hardly any light—just like Nii. Trying to scrimp and save on the most necessary things when all that he ever uses the surplus for is new bunny dolls. I've seen him hoard them in his 'top secret' office that he demanded from the Empress.
Ah, here he comes again. I've hated his stupid goatee and scant whiskers since the day I met him. Look at how he clutches his stuffed rabbit—protective—as he flits and mutters to himself over the photocopy machine. Disgusting.
Swagger over to me, cigarette dangling. That's right, bossman, stick your face to sneer at me just because of that little black dress I wear. The lab coat doesn't hide it, eh? But I know that you like expensive chocolate. Not candy, like me.
Clean up the database. The pulsing blue light envelops my dancing fingers. New reports, new numbers, new experiments to file. Day in day out. Incredibly stupid, considering the fact that we are as far from our goal as when we first began.
Sigh. He starts humming some inane jingle. Amazing: he can actually carry a tune.
It's not like I enjoy working here. We need GUTS: Great and Utter loss of Total Sanity to continue working under a rodent-obsessed pervert and his disturbed hokeys.
He's jabbering again. Pretty when I frown! The joker. He's losing his brains as fast as his virility (as far as I've heard). He would procreate with any breathing thing within a 5-foot radius, if he could.
Chugging down his coffee—dark. To keep his sallow lids open, long enough to irritate the existence of everyone around him before it's time for bed.
But. . . I have no choice. Not with that silly bossman around. I pity our Prince sometimes. Nii drives us both up the wall just for fun.
Swagger. Sniggering about some Genjo Sanzo and the Hell sutra into the extension. I hear a lot, even if Nii doesn't want me to, and I've always wondered what was all the fuss about some—monk. He's probably just bald and pious and simple.
Once we get hold of the sutras, though, then what? Only a monk (or to be exact) a Sanzo can unlock the power within. Or maybe Nii just wants a new toy. Nii is a Sanzo but looking at the direction in which he's heading, I doubt that a highly ranked monk would smoke, drink, and act like a pervert around his subordinates.
Ah, well.
Be down in the lab in ten. Here we go again. With that smell still permeating the room.