Disclaimer: Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt is by Gainax.

Anarchy

Hands off my zebra cake! I've waited seven hours to get it and you will not deny me my evening sugar!

Huh? Not the cake? Then what? The pies? The pudding?

A question for me? Why didn't you say so? We can chat while we're eating to our heart's content!

What makes me and Panty good sisters?

Well, if you were a person we didn't know, you'd see that we have a few things in common. We say "screw you" when it comes to someone telling us what to do. We both want a lot of something. Panty will take hot men, while I go for massive amounts of sugar. If Panty is dissatisfied, I'll make sure she's back to her old self again.

But if you look a little deeper, you'll see that it all started when we were humans.

Though we were popular in college, we never met before. I was always told to hold myself with some dignity by my parents and restrain myself so that I can succeed. It worked, but I always felt irritated and unfairly pressured, so after one really bad day, I bought a large pack of donuts of many flavors and ate one. I couldn't stop eating afterwards and it felt good.

I always talked myself out of doing it again until I met Panty. After a secret admirer gave me some chocolates for Valentine's Day, a few boys got jealous of that and stole them from me. I would've beaten them senseless for that, but then Panty showed up. She flirted with them and then told them to take pity on me. They fell for it and left us alone. As thanks, I offered her some candy and a friendship blossomed from there.

Panty taught me that it's okay to lose control. It actually took some of the pressures off of me. We went wild together and I've never had so much fun before. I wished the times we had together would never end. Alas, life ended them after I died by taking a bullet meant for Panty when a gun slinging demon attacked the college. She survived, but got so depressed after all the trouble I went through to help her that she jumped off the campus building and died, just so she can be with me.

Oh, what the hell...I'm getting weepy over a life story. Want some soda to wash the cake down?