Chapter 6, perhaps.
/Ahahahahaha, I just remembered I once convinced someone I killed a kid by jumping off a ramp with
/my skateboard and colliding with the side of his skull. I don't even own a skateboard, much less a
/skating ramp, but it was funny. RnR, cosmic dipshits of the apocalypse.
Sailor Moon had largely recovered her ability to speak, and so the remaining three members of the Sailor Team decided to grab some fucking hotdogs, which turned out to be less like hotdogs and more like soggy, segregated Capitalism. Segregated because everyone knew there was only one ethnicity on the Japanese islands anyway. Much like Sailor Mars' lesbian separatism, which she practiced primarily by going to gay bars and kicking motherfuckers down before making love to all the blood-stained ladies therein. She didn't so much kick them as she slit them open with her twin daggers of Fire and Passion.
"I am bored." Complained Sailor Moon as they approached the castle of the fucking Moon, which wasn't on the moon, but rather located in Montana. Sailor Mars punched the bitch in the throat, again halting Sailor Moon's character development for a good three decades.
"Shut up. We're here to find the Sword of Dios." Hisakawa again clicked her stopwatch, and Sailor Mercury frowned like an idiot at her hotheaded friend.
"Philosophically speaking, why in the name of Patriarchy would the Sword be located in Montana, of all places?" Sailor Mars could safely ignore the blue-haired cyborg; unlike Sailor Uranus, who became bull-like when enraged, the half-human half-computer hybrid tended to hide her feelings behind a veil of communism and water-flavored ice cream fasting sessions. She deigned to answer anyway, out of love for her fellow communist, or maybe she was merely distracted by the sudden appearance of a horde of Zionists on the horizon.
"Philosophically speaking, there's no reason the Sword shouldn't be in Montana, just like there's no reason Montana shouldn't be located on the Moon, which it is." Sailor Mercury stopped walking, and Sailor Moon ran into her like a fucking goth, squeaking adorably.
"What do you mean... Montana is on the Moon, Mars?" Sailor Mars didn't answer, but calmly drew her daggers and began dancing gracefully through the Zionist hordes, which really functioned as a symbol of Chinese militarism in Japan. Only instead of dancing, she was really shitting out bombs of various sizes, for once putting her constipation both emotional and biological to use, which landed and destroyed many Chinese orphans. Then she started crying, flame shooting out her eyes and setting all of Montana and a significant part of Sapporo on fire.
Her blood-lust sated for the time being, Sailor Mars lay down to take a nap, while the other two Guardians began fisting the dead bodies of schoolgirls before making sex with each other, too.
Hisakawa thought about duels.
