Disclaimer: Marik: Sariah doesn't own Yu- Gi- Oh, which I wish I could say
she did so she'd get sued and I'd be free!!! FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Sariah: Um... thanks.
SIDE NOTE: This is going to be fun!! For me, anyway. But, I think you'll like it. Don't ask where I got this idea from; I don't even know. Well, read on.
Solomon Moto returned from the hospital with his usual cheerful attitude. Yugi, his grandson, would have been there, greeting him cheerfully if he hadn't been dueling at the Battle City finals right then. But was Solomon Moto cheerful? Not really.
You see, he was sick and tired of something. This was the third time this month that he'd been put in the hospital. First it was Kaiba's doing, and then it was Pegasus, and then Bakura, of all people. Well, with that one, it turned out it wasn't Bakura, but some evil spirit of the Millennium Ring or something like that. But did it matter who did it to him? Not really.
The point that I'm trying to make is this: Solomon Moto was sick and tired of being put in the hospital. Who cared if he was an old man?! He was spry! He was still alive and kicking! He could go out to night clubs like the rest of these young people and dance 'till he was... ow, my back! Well, you get the point.
'Truth is, I'm not young anymore,' he thought sadly. 'But you'd think I'd get a senior discount on the power of these Millennium Item things. Haven't they ever heard of respecting your elders?! Well, okay, so the Millennium Ring guy is older than me, but, still!'
"Sir! Wait, sir!" a nurse came running out to him. "You're not ready to leave yet, sir."
"Oh, yes I am!" Solomon told her.
"But, sir..."
"Now, now, no buts! I'm leaving and that's final!" Solomon then turned and continued walking down the street, leaving the poor nurse confused.
'Young people these days underestimate the old people,' Solomon thought. He was back at his game shop, sweeping the front of the store. 'For instance, they took off my favorite "Kung- Fu Granny" marathons every Saturday night. And what about, "My Life as a Secret Agent: Log of an Eighty- Year- Old Man"? I loved that book.'
He sighed and watched a few people running towards Duke Devlin's new game shop across the street. Not many people went to Solomon's shop anymore. They all went to Duke Devlin's big, fancy expensive shop. Why? Not because it was big, fancy and expensive. No. The shop was run by a high- school student. Not an old man.
"I've had it, I tell you!" he yelled out, making several people nearby jump. "These young people think they can do whatever they want! Well, not anymore, I tell you! It's time an old man took some action!"
Solomon closed up early. Then he began rummaging around in his attic for things. Pieces of cloth, tools, screws, nuts, bolts, wires, grappling hooks, rope, rubber, and even chewing gum entered his collection of junk piled into his arms. Then he set straight to work.
After a few hours, he leapt outside, wearing only a belt and his underwear. Someone screamed and a car crashed nearby.
"No, that doesn't work... back inside..."
After a few more hours, he leapt outside, wearing his underwear, a belt, a helmet, and a pair of purple and orange socks. A lady covered her child's eyes and slowly walked away.
"No, never mind... back inside again..."
After several more hours, he leapt outside again, wearing a pink leotard, a belt, a helmet, a red and yellow mask, a pair of white gloves, a pair of running shoes, and a shirt that said: I Love Senior Citizens. He stood there a few seconds, but nothing happened.
"It's perfect!"
He walked down along the street, finding duelists everywhere he went. But he didn't notice most of them. His first stop was to find a Millennium Item that could steal souls. Then, he wished to be the crazy old man who attacked Seto Kaiba and Maximillion Pegasus, not to mention some albino kid that no one new.
"Help! Help me! He's got my purse!" An old woman screamed as a guy in a ski mask made off with her purse. Solomon sighed.
"Well, might as well see if I still got it," he ran to the guy in the ski mask and ran backwards in front of him.
"Out of my way, old man!"
Solomon punched him in the face. "Yup; I still got it!"
The old lady came to retrieve her purse. "Oh, thank you, kind superhero! What do you call yourself?"
"Superhero? Oh no, you have me confused..." then Solomon stopped and thought about this. Instead of getting revenge on three people, he could put justice to all the unjust acts towards old people! Yup; that sounded like a better plan. He could still get back at Kaiba, Pegasus, and Bakura anyway. Yup; that worked.
"I am, uh... I am... hmm... who am I? Oh! I am... Really Old Man! AWAY! Ow, my back..."
"Thank you... Really Old Man," the old lady shook her head. "Superheroes these days..."
So, he ditched his earlier plan of getting revenge and then being done with it. Now he was going to get revenge AND help other old people! Really Old Man, AWAY! Ow, my back...
SIDE NOTE: Um... yeah; see, you don't wanna ask about that. Who knows what was running through my head when I decided to write this. Yeah, so, if you don't like it, then that's understandable, 'cause I was just bored and wanted to post up something new... yeah. If you'd review, though, I'd appreciate that. Thanks. Ta!
Sariah: Um... thanks.
SIDE NOTE: This is going to be fun!! For me, anyway. But, I think you'll like it. Don't ask where I got this idea from; I don't even know. Well, read on.
Solomon Moto returned from the hospital with his usual cheerful attitude. Yugi, his grandson, would have been there, greeting him cheerfully if he hadn't been dueling at the Battle City finals right then. But was Solomon Moto cheerful? Not really.
You see, he was sick and tired of something. This was the third time this month that he'd been put in the hospital. First it was Kaiba's doing, and then it was Pegasus, and then Bakura, of all people. Well, with that one, it turned out it wasn't Bakura, but some evil spirit of the Millennium Ring or something like that. But did it matter who did it to him? Not really.
The point that I'm trying to make is this: Solomon Moto was sick and tired of being put in the hospital. Who cared if he was an old man?! He was spry! He was still alive and kicking! He could go out to night clubs like the rest of these young people and dance 'till he was... ow, my back! Well, you get the point.
'Truth is, I'm not young anymore,' he thought sadly. 'But you'd think I'd get a senior discount on the power of these Millennium Item things. Haven't they ever heard of respecting your elders?! Well, okay, so the Millennium Ring guy is older than me, but, still!'
"Sir! Wait, sir!" a nurse came running out to him. "You're not ready to leave yet, sir."
"Oh, yes I am!" Solomon told her.
"But, sir..."
"Now, now, no buts! I'm leaving and that's final!" Solomon then turned and continued walking down the street, leaving the poor nurse confused.
'Young people these days underestimate the old people,' Solomon thought. He was back at his game shop, sweeping the front of the store. 'For instance, they took off my favorite "Kung- Fu Granny" marathons every Saturday night. And what about, "My Life as a Secret Agent: Log of an Eighty- Year- Old Man"? I loved that book.'
He sighed and watched a few people running towards Duke Devlin's new game shop across the street. Not many people went to Solomon's shop anymore. They all went to Duke Devlin's big, fancy expensive shop. Why? Not because it was big, fancy and expensive. No. The shop was run by a high- school student. Not an old man.
"I've had it, I tell you!" he yelled out, making several people nearby jump. "These young people think they can do whatever they want! Well, not anymore, I tell you! It's time an old man took some action!"
Solomon closed up early. Then he began rummaging around in his attic for things. Pieces of cloth, tools, screws, nuts, bolts, wires, grappling hooks, rope, rubber, and even chewing gum entered his collection of junk piled into his arms. Then he set straight to work.
After a few hours, he leapt outside, wearing only a belt and his underwear. Someone screamed and a car crashed nearby.
"No, that doesn't work... back inside..."
After a few more hours, he leapt outside, wearing his underwear, a belt, a helmet, and a pair of purple and orange socks. A lady covered her child's eyes and slowly walked away.
"No, never mind... back inside again..."
After several more hours, he leapt outside again, wearing a pink leotard, a belt, a helmet, a red and yellow mask, a pair of white gloves, a pair of running shoes, and a shirt that said: I Love Senior Citizens. He stood there a few seconds, but nothing happened.
"It's perfect!"
He walked down along the street, finding duelists everywhere he went. But he didn't notice most of them. His first stop was to find a Millennium Item that could steal souls. Then, he wished to be the crazy old man who attacked Seto Kaiba and Maximillion Pegasus, not to mention some albino kid that no one new.
"Help! Help me! He's got my purse!" An old woman screamed as a guy in a ski mask made off with her purse. Solomon sighed.
"Well, might as well see if I still got it," he ran to the guy in the ski mask and ran backwards in front of him.
"Out of my way, old man!"
Solomon punched him in the face. "Yup; I still got it!"
The old lady came to retrieve her purse. "Oh, thank you, kind superhero! What do you call yourself?"
"Superhero? Oh no, you have me confused..." then Solomon stopped and thought about this. Instead of getting revenge on three people, he could put justice to all the unjust acts towards old people! Yup; that sounded like a better plan. He could still get back at Kaiba, Pegasus, and Bakura anyway. Yup; that worked.
"I am, uh... I am... hmm... who am I? Oh! I am... Really Old Man! AWAY! Ow, my back..."
"Thank you... Really Old Man," the old lady shook her head. "Superheroes these days..."
So, he ditched his earlier plan of getting revenge and then being done with it. Now he was going to get revenge AND help other old people! Really Old Man, AWAY! Ow, my back...
SIDE NOTE: Um... yeah; see, you don't wanna ask about that. Who knows what was running through my head when I decided to write this. Yeah, so, if you don't like it, then that's understandable, 'cause I was just bored and wanted to post up something new... yeah. If you'd review, though, I'd appreciate that. Thanks. Ta!