Day 3, 4:32pm The Café of The Last Supper


Meanwhile Bakura, now with his classic evil grin and demonically horned hairstyle, is walking in a carefree manner down a sunny Domino city street. He makes his way indoors to a café and takes a seat. He sees Marik walk by outside, and raps on the window to invite him in. Caught off guard, Malik hastily swaps his smile of relief for an expression of pure annoyance. He trudges in and sits opposite Bakura.

"Well thanks a lot for leaving me to cop the blame, Bakura!"

"And thank YOU for squealing like the cowardly brat you are! Remind me never to let you in on my secrets! Now there goes our free cookie supply…Oh well. At least I have these babies," he proudly places his prize booty on the table...

Get your mind out of the gutter, damn it! I didn't mean it like that. (Thinks: Oh, I so did)

"Mmm…" Malik's hand is slapped as he reaches for the jar.

"I don't think so. Not after what you've done."

"Fine! I'll just get my own cookies. And they will SOOO be better than yours…" Malik sneers childishly.

"Do what you please, I don't care." Bakura shoots back a hiss.

Malik inspects the menu and his eyes widen, this time in glee, as he calls up a waiter and drags the side of the man's face close to his mouth, giving his order in hushed tones. The bewildered waiter tries to pull away, but Malik drags him back by his ear. He shoots a sneaky smile at Bakura as the eerily translucent teen begins to order a lime-flavoured milkshake. The waiter walks away briskly, thankful for leaving the presence of two of the most disturbed teenagers he has ever served. In shaky voice, their waiter yells what was ordered to those behind the counter. Malik's order is named so strangely that Bakura still can't understand what it is. But Bakura's order is recognisable, "… And a lime flavoured milkshake for the Limey over there!"

Obviously the waiter is trying to regain his confidence with a little humour... Fuming, Bakura whips around to glare indignantly at the people in the cafe who are daring to giggle. Malik tries his best to calm him.

"Shut up, Malik!" He snarls.

"Alright, Mr Cookies and Cream, but it's not my fault you're so pale."

Bakura is about to retort but knows there's nothing much he can say to deny it, and settles back into his seat, arms crossed and still fuming under his breath.

His order comes and Bakura scowls at the waiter, almost succeeding in tripping him up. The waiter looks at him in irritation but Bakura smiles, almost baring his creepily sharp white teeth. The man smartly backs away, this time almost tripping over his own shadow as he retreats behind the counter. Two other waiters are busy rolling in Malik's order. A giant cookie, a metre in diameter, and 5cms thick, is wheeled up to Malik's side of the table.

"Yeeea…Beat that," he hauls it up proudly to show Bakura.

The waiters leave a bowl of milk beside Malik, as if it were a side dish of soup.

"Malik…"

"Yeeeess?" An expectant grin spreads across his tanned boyish face.

"You-are-ridiculous."

"You're just jealous! My coo-kie brings all the boys to the yard, and they're right- it's better than yours…" Remember the 'My Milkshake song'? Well he does. "...I could teach you, but I'd have to charrrge!"

"Quiet!"

Malik's face sinks after being put down, and sulkily turns his attention downwards to pick on a giant choc chip melting into the face of the enormous cookie. He stubbornly continues reciting the lyrics under his breath, "I know you want it…the thing that makes me… what they guys go crazy fo-or…"Oh Malik. (Facepalm moment)

To calm himself, Bakura begins stacking some of his cookies on a plate, turning them into pillars as a boy would when counting his piggy bank money. The silence is interrupted by an irritating voice.

"Geez Bakura, are you really going to eat that many? I mean, at least leave some for later. Be like me, be strong and just stick to one."

Bakura looks up at Malik without dignifying him a response. Curious of the flavour, he reaches out to tear a small edge off the tyre-sized monstrosity.

"Oh no you don't! This is mine, all mine!"

"As if you can finish it all. I just wanted to try a little," he reasons.

"No way!" Malik whines loudly in infantile fashion.

"Fine, fine, I'll let baby have his cookie. Does baby want milk with that?" The devil-in-boy's-clothing begins to flick milk droplets up at Malik from the milk bowl with his index finger.

"Stop it, stop it now!"

"Haha!"

"It's not funny!" Malik flinches.

"I beg to differ," Bakura sniggers.

"I hate it when you get like this!"

They argue for the next 30 minutes until it escalates into an all out war, and there are cookie missiles and milk everywhere. His screen sprayed with milk, the camera man gets sick of the two delinquents and pans out, effectively ending our story…and yes, the fight still continues...What happens? Uhh...(She peers over her shoulder and becomes highly disturbed)... look, just use your imagination ok?

(The Narrator leans up against the speakers, desperately trying to muffle the sound 'effects' of the café loosing several windows, of customers screeching in terror, and of chairs being thrown hard across the room. She tries in vain to shield the audience from the live audio of the Bakura-hating waiter's voice, screaming for mercy as he is tortured by the blades of the milkshake machine…)

The End!


Next time on Yu-Gi-Oh! The Experiment!: Next time? Are you kidding me? Look, I'm sorry brave fans, but the Narrator has walked out on us. I don't think she's coming back...well, not without a larger salary. And I think that epsiode has turned some people off watching tv. For a while, anyway. To the lovers of torture, utter stupidity, and most of all, COOKIES, how did you like that?

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