Yu Gi Oh is the pampered offspring of whoever made it, and it wasn't me.
Summary: Watch as Seto conveys his thoughts in a red notebook! Lots of profanity (cussing), weird humor, and yeah. Flame if you want, I'll just flame you right back.
Chappie one: FUCK THE WORKERS' UNION!
Dear Journal…
(Seto Kaiba)
Dear Ra-fucking-damned Journal,
Why the fuck am I doing this anyway? All the valuable time wasted on writing in this useless thing! I mean, get fucking real! How will writing in this help solve my 'profanity issues'? I'd rather be tazered! Damn lazy workers' union… THIS IS WHY HIROSHIMA WAS BOMBED IN WW2! Because of the damn workers' union. Grah! I want to murder something!
Well…the dumb judge with the toupee told me that I'd either see a therapist, or pay a fine of 1,000,000 yen (that's equal to about 10,000 American dollars, dip-shits.) Well, of course I chose therapist cause the cost of me going there would come out of Kaiba Corp's Lazy dips' paycheck so take that mother-fuckers. Then, when I go to the therapist's office I find some creep-ass lady who, as soon as I walk in, starts babbling about a truckload of pointless crap! She says how she owns everything that has ever been in contact with me, and that she almost bought Mokuba on EBay because he was always around me. Remind me to fucking kill Bakura later for that. Then, two things occurred to me, right then and there. 1) I have walked into the den of a rabid fangirl, and 2) I'm pretty sure that the fact that the word 'rapist' wasn't put in the word 'therapist' for no reason. I mean look at that word! It says 'therapist' AKA 'the rapist'! AM I THE ONLY PERSON WHO NOTICES THE CONNECTION!?
Well, I switched 'mental help facilities' that very second. I was NOT hanging around that crazy, psycho bitch, no way! I have yet to get my STD results yet, and I am not taking any chances; catching any type of anything from those monstrous things!
(O.O)
(-//.//-)
You heard nothing. I have money that I'm not afraid to throw around!
Well, anyway, the next one I went to was this guy who was taking acid. No, I fucking SAW him with that '60s to '70s drug! He gave me this red book and told me to use it to vent off steam. Now here I am, with the red-book that an acid-taking, 30 to 40 year old hippie gave me, which smells REALLY FUCKING BAD! What in all 7 hells did I do to deserve this?! Besides screaming at the retarted coffee girl, but that's not enough to- you know what? Fuck the workers' union.
And as if my day wasn't going fucking PERFECTLY, I spot some jackass trying to break into my house! I work on a kill-first-ask-questions-later bases, and kicked that mother-fucker's ass! Then Mokuba tells me that he was being stalked, so that guy was just a locksmith! Perfect, just fucking perfect, another case for the Ra-damned workers' union!
Seto Kaiba.
