Life was a joke. A cruel one at that. Then she had to fly in and make it even more blatant. All those enthusiastic calls of "darling" and the electric shock therapy, he could just imagine it all being played on a stage. Ataru had never been a lucky one, his parents displaying unconcealed contempt for their son whenever the chance came. Why the hell they even decided to have a kid in the first place seemed, at this point, beyond him. Just buy a stupid dog if you need something to shout disapproval at. Then she came from the sky like those stray balls that always used to hit him smack in the face. Only now it wasn't balls that knocked him out, it was something much worse. The anger and pain reflected in every zap, leaving him puffing out smoke when he gasped for air. The old shtick routine was becoming tiresome. Life really had to be a riot for those observing him. He quickly came to realize that was his purpose, to entertain. To develop a character so utterly out there, no one could believe he was real. No one could blame the real Ataru, because he didn't exist anymore. Just the exaggerated characterization of a lustful teenage male. I mean, what could be more entertaining than a bikini clad, love sick alien punishing the wandering eyes of an earthling through shock therapy. It was the perfect ploy meant to catch the attention of onlookers and perk up their day, "Gee, I'm sure glad I'm not that kid." Who wrote the script these days? He wanted off. The worst thing was the way she betrayed her character. When she would remain silent and stoic by his side, when he didn't feel like playing Ataru anymore. "You have to continue your part…" He would muse to himself as he laid his head on her lap silent; eyes shut tightly, brows furrowed. If she didn't jump on him energetically, shouting "darling!" at the top of her lungs, something wasn't right. Something horrible would happen. He'd have to inspire her to correct her character by lustfully going after another bimbo. Then the shock would come, and the reassurance that all was right with the world. He'd admit, there were times when he broke character as well, the moments when her soft, striking beauty would make his heart beat fast, and he'd forget his typical lines, his character's motivation. He would reach up and grasp her then, pulling her close, wanting with every fiber of his being to accept this moment as reality. Then she'd speak in a sweet tone and he'd anger at himself for forgetting who he was supposed to be. Maybe if they weren't placed into this crazy universe that made them stars on a stage, maybe, he could love her.