Merry "Smithmas"
"Bane! Get your ass out of bed! Your late!" Tick pounded on the metal door of Banes condo in Zion.
"What the hell do they want now?" Bane opened the creaky door to face an angry Tick.
"It's your turn to run Zion's radio station. Hurry up your already 20 minutes late!"
Bane turned back inside his apartment and was about to slam the door shut but was grabbed by the back of the shirt by one of Tick's huge black hands.
"Oh no you don't. This would be the third shift you've missed. I have better things to do then take your shift again!"
Smith growled at how weak Bane was.
Tick threw Bane into a small radio station room then shut and locked the door before leaving with the key.
Bane got up from the floor and glared at the controls before sitting down in the chair and putting the headphones on.
"Might as well get this over with."
Looking down at the controls Bane spotted a small note taped to the music selection.
'Play something Christmassy, Bane. It's almost the 25th.
-Tick'
"Why thanks for the tip, 'Tick'!" Bane said as he crumpled up the note and tossed it behind him.
Bane glided his finger across the different selections and glared at all the cassettes for every one of them had something to do with the death of machines, peace for Zion and Neo praises.
"Great. This is going to be interesting."
Flicking a small microphone down from his head set Bane put himself on the air.
"Good after noon Zion. Sorry for the short delay on getting here. I'm also sorry to say that there won't be any of your favorite selections playing today because they all suck! And you people need to change you taste in music."
"However I was told I had to play something... 'Christmassy' was the word. So I thought up a little something for you all. If you don't like it that's not my problem, turn off your radio!"
Bane pulled out a tape that had the song "We wish you a Merry Christmas" on it and played just the tune and no words. He supplied the words.
"We wish you a merry Smithmas.
We wish you a merry Smithmas.
We wish you a merry Smithmas,
And a Neo free year.
Many sentinels we bring to kill you and your kin.
Many sentinels for Smithmas and a Neo free year.
We wish you a merry Smithmas.
We wish you a merry Smithmas.
We wish you a merry Smithmas.
And a Neo free year.
And a Neo free year.'
All Zion stopped to look at there radio in bewilderment at what just played.
"That's it for now folks. Now if someone would be so kind as to open this damn door and let me out then they won't have to hear that again."
Bane flicked off the switch and removed the head set before leaning back in the seat and putting his feet up on the dashboard. He smiled evilly as he heard Ticks heavy boots coming down the stairs two at a time to the radio station door.
A/N: This is something that just came to mind after seeing a whole bunch of people saying merry Smithmas. Hope you liked it.
"Bane! Get your ass out of bed! Your late!" Tick pounded on the metal door of Banes condo in Zion.
"What the hell do they want now?" Bane opened the creaky door to face an angry Tick.
"It's your turn to run Zion's radio station. Hurry up your already 20 minutes late!"
Bane turned back inside his apartment and was about to slam the door shut but was grabbed by the back of the shirt by one of Tick's huge black hands.
"Oh no you don't. This would be the third shift you've missed. I have better things to do then take your shift again!"
Smith growled at how weak Bane was.
Tick threw Bane into a small radio station room then shut and locked the door before leaving with the key.
Bane got up from the floor and glared at the controls before sitting down in the chair and putting the headphones on.
"Might as well get this over with."
Looking down at the controls Bane spotted a small note taped to the music selection.
'Play something Christmassy, Bane. It's almost the 25th.
-Tick'
"Why thanks for the tip, 'Tick'!" Bane said as he crumpled up the note and tossed it behind him.
Bane glided his finger across the different selections and glared at all the cassettes for every one of them had something to do with the death of machines, peace for Zion and Neo praises.
"Great. This is going to be interesting."
Flicking a small microphone down from his head set Bane put himself on the air.
"Good after noon Zion. Sorry for the short delay on getting here. I'm also sorry to say that there won't be any of your favorite selections playing today because they all suck! And you people need to change you taste in music."
"However I was told I had to play something... 'Christmassy' was the word. So I thought up a little something for you all. If you don't like it that's not my problem, turn off your radio!"
Bane pulled out a tape that had the song "We wish you a Merry Christmas" on it and played just the tune and no words. He supplied the words.
"We wish you a merry Smithmas.
We wish you a merry Smithmas.
We wish you a merry Smithmas,
And a Neo free year.
Many sentinels we bring to kill you and your kin.
Many sentinels for Smithmas and a Neo free year.
We wish you a merry Smithmas.
We wish you a merry Smithmas.
We wish you a merry Smithmas.
And a Neo free year.
And a Neo free year.'
All Zion stopped to look at there radio in bewilderment at what just played.
"That's it for now folks. Now if someone would be so kind as to open this damn door and let me out then they won't have to hear that again."
Bane flicked off the switch and removed the head set before leaning back in the seat and putting his feet up on the dashboard. He smiled evilly as he heard Ticks heavy boots coming down the stairs two at a time to the radio station door.
A/N: This is something that just came to mind after seeing a whole bunch of people saying merry Smithmas. Hope you liked it.