Petshop of Giddy Happiness Part 2.
Disclaimer: I own the Petshop of Giddy Happiness, and that's pretty much it. Also, I forgot to mention this before, but everybody is OOC.
A/N: I saw that this was a less-than-popular topic, so I decided to add to this. Note that I am a master of the parodying arts. This is not a parody, however.
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Later that day...
Count: So, what do you think?
Leon: I think I'm gonna go over there and ask for a date.
Count: You have problems.
Leon: I know. ::grins::
Count: Did you bring me anything?
Leon: Not to my recollection. ::walks out::
Count: Why?
Q-chan: ::comes flapping in:: Squeak-squeak-squeaker!
Count: I see. This is bad.
Q-chan: Squeaky squeakums! Squeaker squeak!
Count: Hoo boy.
Q-chan: Squeakums! ::packs up tiny little bag::
Count: No, don't go! Q-chan! Noooo!!!!
Q-chan: Squeaky squeak squeak.
Count: Oh. Okay.
A/N: Um, that whole conversation... even I don't know what Q-chan meant, just for the record. I would've translated if I did.
Q-chan: ::leads way to PSOGH:: Squeaky! ::points to Mary Sue strolling out with Leon::
Count: I see.
Leon: I'm so happy!
Count: This should be good for a laugh.
::Montage of Leon and Mary Sue on their date, the count following with a camera::
Count: These will be worth good money. ::giggles::
A/N: Never thought the count to be the stalker, did you?
Audience: O.o
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That was all my screwed-up mind could come up with for now. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own the Petshop of Giddy Happiness, and that's pretty much it. Also, I forgot to mention this before, but everybody is OOC.
A/N: I saw that this was a less-than-popular topic, so I decided to add to this. Note that I am a master of the parodying arts. This is not a parody, however.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Later that day...
Count: So, what do you think?
Leon: I think I'm gonna go over there and ask for a date.
Count: You have problems.
Leon: I know. ::grins::
Count: Did you bring me anything?
Leon: Not to my recollection. ::walks out::
Count: Why?
Q-chan: ::comes flapping in:: Squeak-squeak-squeaker!
Count: I see. This is bad.
Q-chan: Squeaky squeakums! Squeaker squeak!
Count: Hoo boy.
Q-chan: Squeakums! ::packs up tiny little bag::
Count: No, don't go! Q-chan! Noooo!!!!
Q-chan: Squeaky squeak squeak.
Count: Oh. Okay.
A/N: Um, that whole conversation... even I don't know what Q-chan meant, just for the record. I would've translated if I did.
Q-chan: ::leads way to PSOGH:: Squeaky! ::points to Mary Sue strolling out with Leon::
Count: I see.
Leon: I'm so happy!
Count: This should be good for a laugh.
::Montage of Leon and Mary Sue on their date, the count following with a camera::
Count: These will be worth good money. ::giggles::
A/N: Never thought the count to be the stalker, did you?
Audience: O.o
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That was all my screwed-up mind could come up with for now. Enjoy.