'Which Rod?'
Written by Kalakamra and D. Omega
Summary: A misunderstood conversation between everyone's favorite Greek fighter and dead Spanish pirate, regarding Kilik's rod.
Warning: Major innuendo, some vulgar language and mild violence.
After a 5-second duel with Kilik, Cervantes walked into the Soul Calibur 2 Break Room and flopped tiredly onto the couch.
Cassandra was drinking hot chocolate and covering her chest with a blanket. "Stupid 20 degree arena temperature…"
The Dread Pirate grinned naughtily at the situation. "Kilik was overcompensating again."
The Greek sighed, putting down her mug and wrapped herself more snugly in the warm folds of the wool. "Again? Jesus, he must be microscopic. His rod is just too big."
"Which one?" questioned the Spaniard.
"The one he just used against you," explained Cassandra slowly.
"Which one?" inquired the pirate, yet again.
THIS, needless to say, put the shorter fighter off a bit as she replied, "The one he fights with…"
"Which one?" gritted Cervantes, growing slightly perturbed.
Cassandra was more than a little freaked out. Eyes wide, she furthered, "The one he beats people around the head with."
"WHICH ONE?" growled the zombie buccaneer, frustrated beyond belief.
The Greek was now _very_ confused and disturbed at the ignorance of her companion. She spoke very slowly, "The one that changes size at will."
"Which one!?" roared the Dread Pirate, standing up violently. "WHICH ONE ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, YOU STUPID GREEK BITCH!?"
Cassandra sprang to her feet, face-to-face with the aggravated Cervantes, screaming in his face. "THE ONE HE IS CONSTANTLY PLAYING WITH SO AS TO AVOID HAVING AN ACTIVE SOCIAL LIFE!!!"
"WHICH ONE!?!?!?" shrieked the pirate, his voice uncharacteristically shrill with rage.
"AAARGGHHH!!! YOU STUPID UNDEAD BASTARD!!" screamed the blonde and started to beat the Spaniard around the head with her shield. Finally, after leaving Cervantes in a misshapen heap on the floor, Cassandra grabbed her sword and headed to the exit.
Kilik appeared through the door just as she reached out to touch the doorknob. "Hi, Cassie!" grinned the staff-wielding youth. "What were you and Cervantes talking about?"
Cassandra promptly stabbed Kilik in the face and stamped moodily out the door.
Written by Kalakamra and D. Omega
Summary: A misunderstood conversation between everyone's favorite Greek fighter and dead Spanish pirate, regarding Kilik's rod.
Warning: Major innuendo, some vulgar language and mild violence.
After a 5-second duel with Kilik, Cervantes walked into the Soul Calibur 2 Break Room and flopped tiredly onto the couch.
Cassandra was drinking hot chocolate and covering her chest with a blanket. "Stupid 20 degree arena temperature…"
The Dread Pirate grinned naughtily at the situation. "Kilik was overcompensating again."
The Greek sighed, putting down her mug and wrapped herself more snugly in the warm folds of the wool. "Again? Jesus, he must be microscopic. His rod is just too big."
"Which one?" questioned the Spaniard.
"The one he just used against you," explained Cassandra slowly.
"Which one?" inquired the pirate, yet again.
THIS, needless to say, put the shorter fighter off a bit as she replied, "The one he fights with…"
"Which one?" gritted Cervantes, growing slightly perturbed.
Cassandra was more than a little freaked out. Eyes wide, she furthered, "The one he beats people around the head with."
"WHICH ONE?" growled the zombie buccaneer, frustrated beyond belief.
The Greek was now _very_ confused and disturbed at the ignorance of her companion. She spoke very slowly, "The one that changes size at will."
"Which one!?" roared the Dread Pirate, standing up violently. "WHICH ONE ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, YOU STUPID GREEK BITCH!?"
Cassandra sprang to her feet, face-to-face with the aggravated Cervantes, screaming in his face. "THE ONE HE IS CONSTANTLY PLAYING WITH SO AS TO AVOID HAVING AN ACTIVE SOCIAL LIFE!!!"
"WHICH ONE!?!?!?" shrieked the pirate, his voice uncharacteristically shrill with rage.
"AAARGGHHH!!! YOU STUPID UNDEAD BASTARD!!" screamed the blonde and started to beat the Spaniard around the head with her shield. Finally, after leaving Cervantes in a misshapen heap on the floor, Cassandra grabbed her sword and headed to the exit.
Kilik appeared through the door just as she reached out to touch the doorknob. "Hi, Cassie!" grinned the staff-wielding youth. "What were you and Cervantes talking about?"
Cassandra promptly stabbed Kilik in the face and stamped moodily out the door.