Alien Controlled Motorcars
By Silver Sailor Ganymede
Why, Yomi wondered, could she not be granted even five minutes of peace in one day? She had settled down on the roof to eat her lunch in a nice quiet area, then who had turned up but two of the three Numbnuts – Tomo and Osaka. Now she liked them both really, no matter how much she denied it, but all they ever did was blurt out stupid ideas, something that annoyed her to no end, especially when all she wanted was somewhere to get rid of a headache: sadly that wasn't going to go at all to plan.
"Ohayo!" Tomo grinned, jumping up behind Yomi and yelling in her ear, reminding the brunette exactly why Tomo was such a nuisance.
"Tomo, it's afternoon," Yomi pointed out, rubbing her head in a pointless attempt to rid herself of her headache.
"And?" Tomo shrugged, "I want to say good morning, and if I want to say good morning I can say good morning because I," here she paused
melodramatically, "am Tomo the Great."
"The greatest moron on the planet more like," Yomi muttered, but Tomo seemed to be to busy basking in her own self-appointed glory to notice.
"Thank you," Tomo smirked, then glared as she realised what Yomi had actually said. "Darn, and you're so perfect are you? How's the new diet? Jeesh, if it weren't for your diets I'd think you were some sort of robot or something…" Tomo grumbled her way into silence.
Of course the silence would never last long with the Numbnuts around, and soon Osaka spoke, another one of her utterly random theories revealed to the world.
"What about motorcars?" Osaka wondered aloud.
"What about motorcars?" Yomi groaned.
"Well yanno the remote-controled ones?" Osaka replied
"Yeah…"
"Ah think the aliens made them."
"What?"
"The aliens, coz there are some little aliens in the control and they're sending out telepathic waves to control the car, which is being driven by the other little aliens," Osaka's gaze had taken on a glazed look by then.
"And why can't we see these aliens?" Yomi rolled her eyes.
"They're invisible."
"And inside you're head," Yomi muttered.
"No, they can't have taken over my brain already," Osaka gasped, horrified at this suggestion.
"Since when have you had a brain?" Yomi asked.
"And what exactly has this got to do with Yomi being a robot?" Tomo pondered. "Maybe Yomi's part motorcar and is being controled by aliens with a remote from Mars!"
"I think I'll leave now," Yomi sighed, standing up and leaving the Numbnuts to continue their debate; she groaned, this was about as serious as those two would ever get, she knew that much. She wandered downstairs and bumped into Kagura on the way – literally.
"What do you look so spaced out about?" Kagura asked. "Have Tomo and Osaka been trying out one of their ideas on you again?"
"Got it in one," Yomi replied.
"So what did they say?"
"Apparently I'm being controled by aliens from Mars because I'm a remote controlled robot," Yomi shook her head in disbelief.
Kagura snorted, "I guess that makes two of us: then again what if those two are actually the aliens?"
"You know," Yomi mused, "That would actually make a lot of sense."
Meanwhile on the roof, the Numbnuts continued debating the existance of aliens, oblivious to Yomi's theory… and to the space ship that was circling high above them, controlling their every action.