around.
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((Meanwhile, at the 'Dr. Gero Rehab Center'...))
"You can do it this time Bulma... now, remember... will power is the key!" says Doctor Gero, sitting at a small table across from Bulma. Bulma and Dr. Gero are sitting in a small, cubical white room with a leather couch on one side and the table in the center. There is also a big window behind them, where Androids 16, 17, and 18 are all in lab coats, jotting down notes onto their pads. Bulma has her hands, fiddling with her fingers, ready for any test Dr. Gero does.
"...I'm ready, doctor..." says Bulma, taking in a deep breath.
"Okay now..." says Dr. Gero, his eyes remain on Bulma, and he slowly reaches for something under the table. After he gets it, he whips it out onto the table with a thud. It's a can of Freiza Beans! Bulma shrieks.
"AAAHHH! You said you'd take it out slowly this time! You said you'd do it slower! You promised!!!" Cries Bulma, quivering and sweating as she looks at the can of Freiza Beans.
"I know what I said! But to overcome your urges you must contain yourself immediately!" says Dr. Gero in a loud controlling voice, trying to help Bulma realize what he's doing is right. "Now remember Bulma, you DO NOT NEED THESE BEANS TO LIVE! YOU DO NOT WANT THESE BEANS!" repeats Dr. Gero. Bulma takes a heavy sigh and stares at the can.
"...I...I do not need these beans to live..."
"LOUDER!!! DO NOT LET THE BEANS CONTROL YOU!!! SHOW THEM WHO'S BOSS!!!" yells Dr. Gero. Bulma begins crying again and blurts out the words.
"I DO NOT NEED THESE BEANS TO LIVE!!!" cries Bulma, her make-up running down her face from the tears.
"Yes! That's it! Now remember... you do not WANT these beans either."
"I DO NOT WANT THESE BEANS!!!"
"Good! We're making progress. Look at the beans..." says Dr, Gero, opening the can. He reveals the open can to Bulma. "...This food is blue... normal food is not blue. It is a bunch of sloppy beans... sloppy beans are yucky and make you fart quite a lot. They're blue, sloppy, and gascious. You say it now."
"They are blue... sloppy... and... and... delicious..."
"NO NO NO!!! AGAIN!!! THEY ARE BLUE, THEY ARE SLOPPY, AND THEY MAKE YOU FART!!!" yells Dr. Gero to Bulma. Bulma cries again.
"BLUE SLOPPY AND GASCIOUS!!! BLUE SLOPPY AND GASCIOUS!!! BLUE SLOPPY AND GASCIOUS!!!" she wails with her eyes closed, tears still running down her face. Dr. Gero turns calm again.
"Very good, you're making good progress today. Say this over 10 times and you will be healed." says Dr.Gero. Bulma nods.
"They are blue, sloppy, and gascious... blue, sloppy, and gascious... blue... sloppy... and gascious... blue... s-sloppy... and... and..." stammers Bulma. Her eyes are glassy and her lips quiver, staring at the open can of blue beans. A string of drool runs down her lip, Dr. Gero raises an eyebrow.
"...Bulma? Say it... say it again..." encourages the doctor. Bulma stares at the beans, her eyes widened...
TO BE CONTINUED...
That's right folks! You can expect another amazingly sick, twisted, crappy story of Freiza Beans! I admit, this story moved way too slow... but look on the bright side, Teletubbies! Everyone loves Teletubbies, except me, they scare me! Them and the horror of me having sleepless nights trying to finish this story. Like my last story, I stayed up every night to finish this garbage. I just want it to be over, I need food, and timothy grass can kill mice... Dammit! I've stayed up so late again that I've stopped making sense! -Steve
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((Meanwhile, at the 'Dr. Gero Rehab Center'...))
"You can do it this time Bulma... now, remember... will power is the key!" says Doctor Gero, sitting at a small table across from Bulma. Bulma and Dr. Gero are sitting in a small, cubical white room with a leather couch on one side and the table in the center. There is also a big window behind them, where Androids 16, 17, and 18 are all in lab coats, jotting down notes onto their pads. Bulma has her hands, fiddling with her fingers, ready for any test Dr. Gero does.
"...I'm ready, doctor..." says Bulma, taking in a deep breath.
"Okay now..." says Dr. Gero, his eyes remain on Bulma, and he slowly reaches for something under the table. After he gets it, he whips it out onto the table with a thud. It's a can of Freiza Beans! Bulma shrieks.
"AAAHHH! You said you'd take it out slowly this time! You said you'd do it slower! You promised!!!" Cries Bulma, quivering and sweating as she looks at the can of Freiza Beans.
"I know what I said! But to overcome your urges you must contain yourself immediately!" says Dr. Gero in a loud controlling voice, trying to help Bulma realize what he's doing is right. "Now remember Bulma, you DO NOT NEED THESE BEANS TO LIVE! YOU DO NOT WANT THESE BEANS!" repeats Dr. Gero. Bulma takes a heavy sigh and stares at the can.
"...I...I do not need these beans to live..."
"LOUDER!!! DO NOT LET THE BEANS CONTROL YOU!!! SHOW THEM WHO'S BOSS!!!" yells Dr. Gero. Bulma begins crying again and blurts out the words.
"I DO NOT NEED THESE BEANS TO LIVE!!!" cries Bulma, her make-up running down her face from the tears.
"Yes! That's it! Now remember... you do not WANT these beans either."
"I DO NOT WANT THESE BEANS!!!"
"Good! We're making progress. Look at the beans..." says Dr, Gero, opening the can. He reveals the open can to Bulma. "...This food is blue... normal food is not blue. It is a bunch of sloppy beans... sloppy beans are yucky and make you fart quite a lot. They're blue, sloppy, and gascious. You say it now."
"They are blue... sloppy... and... and... delicious..."
"NO NO NO!!! AGAIN!!! THEY ARE BLUE, THEY ARE SLOPPY, AND THEY MAKE YOU FART!!!" yells Dr. Gero to Bulma. Bulma cries again.
"BLUE SLOPPY AND GASCIOUS!!! BLUE SLOPPY AND GASCIOUS!!! BLUE SLOPPY AND GASCIOUS!!!" she wails with her eyes closed, tears still running down her face. Dr. Gero turns calm again.
"Very good, you're making good progress today. Say this over 10 times and you will be healed." says Dr.Gero. Bulma nods.
"They are blue, sloppy, and gascious... blue, sloppy, and gascious... blue... sloppy... and gascious... blue... s-sloppy... and... and..." stammers Bulma. Her eyes are glassy and her lips quiver, staring at the open can of blue beans. A string of drool runs down her lip, Dr. Gero raises an eyebrow.
"...Bulma? Say it... say it again..." encourages the doctor. Bulma stares at the beans, her eyes widened...
TO BE CONTINUED...
That's right folks! You can expect another amazingly sick, twisted, crappy story of Freiza Beans! I admit, this story moved way too slow... but look on the bright side, Teletubbies! Everyone loves Teletubbies, except me, they scare me! Them and the horror of me having sleepless nights trying to finish this story. Like my last story, I stayed up every night to finish this garbage. I just want it to be over, I need food, and timothy grass can kill mice... Dammit! I've stayed up so late again that I've stopped making sense! -Steve