Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh but I did make up Anzu's parents.
Some of you had to be wondering: What kind of insanity was Rei going to unleash on Doma? You're about to find out.
I can't believe this!
No really!
I can't!
Being captured by an evil organization? That was okay.
Being separated from my family? Hell, I needed a vacation.
Taking my pen? That was where they went too far!
My pen! Seriously! My pen!
I glared at the brown haired idiot who was scribbling something down on a torn bit of paper.
Scratch, scratch, eeeeeekkk
I tried to break free from my prison, a hardwood chair with padding. Mmmmm, padding. But that's not the point! My baby isn't supposed to go Scratch, scratch eeeeekkk! It's eeeekk scratch eeeekkk!
The idiot looked up, blue eyes shining. "How do you get this to work?" he asked in a stupid accent.
"Give me my pen or face death!" I roared, trying to break free of this soft and comfortable chair with Mmmmm padding…
"It's no use," I glared at the red headed traitor. And I baked him non poisonous cookies! I gave Yugi's slightly taller but more sinister cousin poison ones that I mixed with wasabi, liquor and cough syrup! I gave him soft, brown cookies with nuts!
Nuts! He has my pen.
"You! When I get out of this we are having a long talk about boyfriend material for my daughter! I'll have you castrated! Muhahahaha!"
The dolts looked to each other and shrugged. "I think she's forgetting who is who's captive." The red headed, lying, boyfriend or not dude of my daughter who is somewhere with her friends and crazy rock band and pilot…whoa…my head hurts.
"That's nothing! This bird tried to bite me! I mean it, she was going for the gold! She was gonna eat me!" the goggle boy cried in alarm.
The red head shrugged. "Go get her table," he ordered.
"Table? Kinda heavy…"
"It's my very expensive imported American maple table, you humph!" They gagged me! Me!
I'm getting angry…angry…grr! Why can't I be like the Incredible Hulk? Why was I cursed with no cool powers of superhuman strength like The Beast! Mmmmm Beast…
Vrrmmm!
My table! That idiot is going to saw it in half!
Vrr-swoosh!
Hehe, it's the five layers of polish that give my table its power. To fend off evil chain saws!
Vrrrrmmmmmmm
Aiiieee! I never thought about polishing the underside of it!
I spit that gag out and forced my soft and Mmmmm padded prison forward and bit that little goggle boy on the arm!
"Ahh! She's ripping the flesh! She's ripping the flesh!"
Hehe, mess with my table and there will be Hell, like the time when Daddy was in the hospital and Seta told him how he got me pregnant.
That was the fastest I've ever seen Daddy heal and jump off the bed and try to crush Seta. Hehe. Good times, good times.
"Amelda! Get the cattle prods! She won't let go!"
