Minion: A Few Hundred Drastic Changes Under King Kirby
Chapter Seven: They Drink Coffee as a Break
Bandana Dee and Mitchizuka often sit on the benches in the Minion Hallways in their free periods with coffee.
"...and Haddle flipped that time."
"Well, duh. Haddle's always flipping. When I spilled toothpaste on the sink and Haddle was in the room teaching Midori about some medical crap, he went directly to rage mode on me." Mitchizuka took a sip and watched as a Transporter zoomed by. "I haven't gotten much sleep either these days, so I didn't take it well and we started arguing. It broke when Midori announced he needed to poop and we were arguing in the bathroom so we left."
"That explains why you're so grumpy," Bandana Dee muttered. "You need to get more sleep or we'll have a second Haddle. Having one is bad enough. Haddle is a lot better than R. Bonkers, and he has good intentions, but he's too snappish and ill-tempered for us to get anything nice out of him."
Sip.
Bandana Dee swung his feet absentmindedly. "Hey, I heard that there's a new bakery along our hallway. I don't remember the name, but Wildfire's working there. As a baker. She doesn't usually over-bake things." Usually.
"If we ever need cakes or doughnuts, I'll remember to beg for a discount." Sip. "Although, Wildfire can be a Haddle, so hopefully we can find a good day to."
"Mm-hm." Bandana Dee tossed his empty can into the dustbin. It fell in perfectly. Score. "Oh, did Kirby inform you about the change of the Minion Hallways?"
"Nope."
Sip.
"Well, he dropped by the day before yesterday, and I think you were out patrolling or removing the ugly Dedede faces. Either way, he informed me our hallway is now named Waddle-0056. Room's 4742. He's sorting out the Minion Hallways by our species, which is a smart thing. R. Bonkers can't pick on us anymore."
"Well, even if he could, we'd just give Haddle a ring and let R. Bonkers feel his fury. Besides, Haddle once told me that slapping R. Bonkers is a good stress relief." Mitchizuka tossed his can into the dustbin. The can bounced around the dustbin's inner rim before dropping inside fully.
"Ha! I so knew you couldn't beat mine! Your aim is horrible!"
"Shush, you! This isn't a basketball game!"
"Yeah, but it's a dustbin-can game! We throw the cans into the dustbin, get it? And I won because mine didn't have to bounce like a stupid spring before actually landing in! And—ow, gosh, Mitchi! That hurt!"
"Good, it's supposed to!"
"Okay, that's it. The next time I buy a hot coffee it's going at your face, mister."
"Yeah, I'm the one with a badass eye electricity! Not gonna work, buddy."
"Then I'll just call Haddle or something! That one's foolproof."
Mitchizuka rolled his eye and jumped off the bench. "Yeah, yeah, I'll make sure to get my insurance and everything. My break's almost over, and I've got patrolling crap to do. See ya."
Bandana Dee nodded, yelling a, "Bye!" after his friend, before leaping off the bench towards the vending machine and buying himself one more can of coffee.
24 April 2014 SGT
O-kay, before you guys go apeshit on me, I have a valid reason for not updating. I have a fever which gives me a headache which makes me feel like sleeping for an entire week. But I typed a chapter anyways. Needless to say, I'm feeling less shitty. Still shitty, but less.
So, to make things more stable, I'll be posting the "Next Update" on the summary, but it won't appear now, because I have no idea when the next update is gonna come because I don't know when I'm going to get better (unfortunately).
You'll have to deal without my sheer kickassery for the moment. (I mean, seriously, I am so tired that my fingers are so slow and this chapter took thirty minutes how)
