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Prologue- "No Shirt, No Shoes, No Dragonball"
*Ding Dong* Ray heard in the background. He felt pained to have to pick up from his leather LA-Z-Boy chair and go answer the door. He hated having to miss a second of his favorite show, Dragonball Z. Ray even watched each episode over and over again with different blinking patterns; the mark of a true fan.
He pounded his feet through the hall, not making much noise with his ninety- five pound body. He stopped on the way to the door at his mirror. The detour ended on the decision that the brown spikes on his head were in position enough. Ray opened the oak door to find his best friend Mack hopping about at the step. "Move, let me in hurry!"
"What's up man?" Ray inquired.
"Haven't you heard?" Mack asked.
"Heard what?"
"You mean you don't already know?"
"This isn't whose line is it anyway, we don't need to speak in questions."
"Sorry." Mack muttered.
"So answer my question."
"Okay. Funimation and Toei have decided to have a contest. Whomever wins gets to meet Akira Toriyama."
"How do you win?"
"You have to come up with the best Dragonball Z slogan and send it to Funimation."
"Well let's get on this."
"But isn't dbz on right now?"
"Shut up."
Mack and Ray both sat at a big wooden table in the kitchen. Ray itched his head with a pencil while Mack pounded his head against the table. "I got one." Mack moaned. "Watch Dragonball z today, compared to this contest it isn't gay."
"I don't think that would stand a chance." Ray laughed, poking his chubby friend in the gut.
"Okay. Then how about this one, 'No Shirt, No Shoes, No Dragonball'."
"I like that one, it is pretty funny."
"Then let's send it."
"Yeah, but all the internet in the area is down."
"I forgot. Well, that is no big deal."
"How is that no big deal?"
"Jaz has WebTV, remember?"
"That's right, let's go."
Ray and Mack ran out the door at full speed. The contest ended that Friday. If Jaz wasn't home, then everyone was screwed. Jaz's house was a block and a half away; so naturally they had to walk the last five houses.
The large brick house had a light on inside, but that didn't mean much. Everybody is weary of the crime in the metro-Detroit area. Jaz's parents especially. They had security systems coming out of their ears, and WebTV is the most secure way to go. Hopefully, Jaz was home.
Toothpick and Lunchbox, as the kids at school called them, range the door bell to the house. No answer. After twenty seconds of awkward silence they rang again. After five seconds of moaning, Mack hammered on the door with his fists. After seconds of pounding, the large boy slammed his back on the entry and slid to the ground.
"We don't have a chance anymore." Mack complained.
"That's what you think." Ray denied with a meddlesome grin. Then he began to walk to the side of the house.
"What are you going to do?" Mack called, gradually raising his voice.
Prologue- "No Shirt, No Shoes, No Dragonball"
*Ding Dong* Ray heard in the background. He felt pained to have to pick up from his leather LA-Z-Boy chair and go answer the door. He hated having to miss a second of his favorite show, Dragonball Z. Ray even watched each episode over and over again with different blinking patterns; the mark of a true fan.
He pounded his feet through the hall, not making much noise with his ninety- five pound body. He stopped on the way to the door at his mirror. The detour ended on the decision that the brown spikes on his head were in position enough. Ray opened the oak door to find his best friend Mack hopping about at the step. "Move, let me in hurry!"
"What's up man?" Ray inquired.
"Haven't you heard?" Mack asked.
"Heard what?"
"You mean you don't already know?"
"This isn't whose line is it anyway, we don't need to speak in questions."
"Sorry." Mack muttered.
"So answer my question."
"Okay. Funimation and Toei have decided to have a contest. Whomever wins gets to meet Akira Toriyama."
"How do you win?"
"You have to come up with the best Dragonball Z slogan and send it to Funimation."
"Well let's get on this."
"But isn't dbz on right now?"
"Shut up."
Mack and Ray both sat at a big wooden table in the kitchen. Ray itched his head with a pencil while Mack pounded his head against the table. "I got one." Mack moaned. "Watch Dragonball z today, compared to this contest it isn't gay."
"I don't think that would stand a chance." Ray laughed, poking his chubby friend in the gut.
"Okay. Then how about this one, 'No Shirt, No Shoes, No Dragonball'."
"I like that one, it is pretty funny."
"Then let's send it."
"Yeah, but all the internet in the area is down."
"I forgot. Well, that is no big deal."
"How is that no big deal?"
"Jaz has WebTV, remember?"
"That's right, let's go."
Ray and Mack ran out the door at full speed. The contest ended that Friday. If Jaz wasn't home, then everyone was screwed. Jaz's house was a block and a half away; so naturally they had to walk the last five houses.
The large brick house had a light on inside, but that didn't mean much. Everybody is weary of the crime in the metro-Detroit area. Jaz's parents especially. They had security systems coming out of their ears, and WebTV is the most secure way to go. Hopefully, Jaz was home.
Toothpick and Lunchbox, as the kids at school called them, range the door bell to the house. No answer. After twenty seconds of awkward silence they rang again. After five seconds of moaning, Mack hammered on the door with his fists. After seconds of pounding, the large boy slammed his back on the entry and slid to the ground.
"We don't have a chance anymore." Mack complained.
"That's what you think." Ray denied with a meddlesome grin. Then he began to walk to the side of the house.
"What are you going to do?" Mack called, gradually raising his voice.