animedeprived: (sniff) I have no friends, no life. Look at me! I'm sitting at the computer on a Saturday night, waiting for good anime to come on! THERE IS NO MEANING IN MY LIFE OTHER THAN THAT OF ANIME AND THE COMPUTER!
Oh, wait. I can't believe I forgot that there is nothing more important than watching anime and writing stupid funny stories about stuff I would like to see happen! WOW! I feel better!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, and, truthfully, I barely wish to admit that I wrote this fanfic. It is so messed up (at least at the beginning)
give Marik whiskey and a ticket to a football game:
We see Marik running down the sidelines, wearing only his underwear... and it's on his head. One of the football teams, who is about to kick off, stops and stares at him. The other team takes advantage of their inactivity, tackling the kicker, grabbing the ball, and running in for a touchdown.
Three men in white coats reading Domino City Insane Asylum: Patient Retrieval Crew chase after Marik. One is carrying a straight jacket, another has pants, and the third has a large wooden mallet (the patient's "tranquilizer") slung over his shoulder. They chase Marik around the field twice, down every row of seats in the place, and up EVERY flight of stairs. The workers have to take a five minute break to catch their breath, but Marik's still going strong.
Finally, Marik runs back onto the field, gleefully taunting, "I'm not going with you!" He runs through the endzone, and, despite the fact that he sees it coming, or, perhaps BECAUSE of it, he runs RIGHT into the goalpost.
The men catch up and start to drag him off the field. Marik wakes up and yells, "Hey, what are you doing?" The man with the mallet bops Marik on the head. Marik's eyes spin and he mumbles, "Oooo, pretty birdies." right before passing out. The three men carry him away.
Crowd & players: ?????
EW EW EW!!!!!! BAD MENTAL IMAGE!!! MARIK WITH HIS UNDERWEAR ON HIS HEAD INSTEAD OF WHERE IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE!! I THINK I'M GONNA HURL!