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"ONLY ON BTV"
-Fanfiction by RAVEgirl [RAVEgirl_669@hotmail.com]
-Bust-A-Groove and all characters are (c) 989 Studios, Avex Trax, Enix, Frame Graphics, and Metro
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~Ch. 8: THE GROOVE-TRON FORMULA
Heat finished his routine up with a back-breaking move that made his 2 viewers cringe. But he sprang right back up to standing position, dusted his hands off, and said, "OH yeah, how was that? Do I got the skills or what?"
"Gotta admit that was a pretty tight dance," Strike said.
"Yeah," Hiro said.
"So, Hiro-kun, when are you gonna show us your dance?" Heat said.
"Yeah," Hiro said, obviously tuned out.
Heat sighed. "Hiro, buddy, you're seriously making our alliance VERY LAME." Heat turned to Strike. "The 'Pimp Homey' hasn't hooked us up with any women yet."
"I don't need Hiro of all people to get me a girl," Strike said.
"Me neither," Heat said quickly. He leaned over to Hiro, "(whisper) Can I see your phone book with the sexy ladies' numbers?"
"Huh?" said Hiro with a stupid look on his face and his mouth half open.
Heat pickpocketed Hiro and held Hiro's (fake leather) day planner in his hand. "You a busy man? Let's see what's in today's agenda--"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Hiro jumped over Strike and grabbed onto his day planner thing. But Heat, although a year younger, is stronger, so he wrenched away Hiro's book.
"AAAAAHH!" Hiro shrieked. Heat opened it eagerly and flipped through it; suddenly his grin changed from eager to sadistic.
"Ooh this woman sounds sexy: 'mom'. Let's call her. Let's see that number is 141555432678901029485868483829485." (Since Hiro's mom lives all the way in Italy it's long, long LONG distance)
Strike was laughing loudly which freaked everyone out because Strike doesn't find much funny. "Who else is in that book?" Strike chuckled.
"Well let's see...there's 'pizza place' and 9-1-1," Heat said. He and Strike shared a hearty laugh over Hiro.
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Meanwhile........
"AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHH!! AHHHHHHHH!! hahahahaha......" (the sound of Heat and Strike laughing over the TV monitors)
James Suneoka stood up suddenly. "I'll be right back," he said. He left the room and snuck down the hall. He looked at his pager and picked up a phone.
"You called for me?" he said.
"Yes," said a mysterious voice, "have you used the groove-tron formula yet?"
"Nooooo sir! I don't think we need it anymore."
"WRONG!!!!!!!!! Use the formula, or DIE!" (SLAM)
Suneoka heard a dial tone. He stared at the reciever for a while. Then he looked around to make sure nobody was looking and pulled a vial out of his pocket.
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The 3 Homeys were standing around the studio for the Dancing Heroes TV show.
"Yo Heat. Girl's lookin'at you," Strike said.
Heat was admiring his new shoes (has to keep buying new ones because his shoes keep melting), but he now put on what he thought was a sexy smile and looked up. There was a girl looking at him. She had blue hair and fatigue pants. But she was not looking with love. She was looking with vengeance.
"AHHHH!" Heat said. "Ex-girlfriend!" He made a cross with his index fingers and held them up at her which caused her to hold up her middle finger back.
"You two are being so cute," said Hiro.
"Damn, she's evil, just wait until her head starts spinning around and shit."
Strike was distracted. His "gangster sense" was telling him that there was danger nearby. He turned to the shadows behind him and brought the side of his hand down on somebody's collarbone with a crunching sound.
"Ughhh ahhh....." The guy in the shadows fell over and something fell out of his pocket. A syringe fell out of his hand.
"Wow, that was cool!" Heat clapped enthusiastically.
Strike examined the guy on the floor and took the drug-looking paraphernalia out of his hands. Then he studied the guy.
"Jim Suneoka," said Strike, a frown creasing his forehead.
"Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy," Heat said, shaking his head. "I never would've thought he was a drug addict. Well, actually . . . ."
"He wasn't shooting himself up," Strike said. "He was trying to inject this stuff into us."
"Yeah, whatever, I already got my booster shots," Heat said. He patted half-unconscious Suneoka on the face. "Did you kill him?" Heat asked cheerfully.
"Naw just paralyzed his arm for a while," Strike said coolly. "Suneoka, I'm taking this stuff, 'kay?"
"No that's mine," Suneoka said, reaching his non-paralyzed hand out.
Strike held up his hand in a karate chop again. Suneoka dropped his hand.
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After a day of dancing...........(who cares about the dancing now, we got a conspiracy on our hands!).........
Strike studied the syringe and vial. "This stuff is buggin' me, man."
"Let's use it," Heat said. He patted Strike on the arm where a syringe would normally go.
"Hell no, not me." He began rolling up Heat's sleeve.
"STOP THAT, MAN!......" They both stopped fighting and smiled.
"Hiiiiiii-roooooooo," Heat sang out.
Hiro was combing his cemented hair but said, "What?"
"C'mere boy."
"No," Hiro said as soon as he saw the syringe.
"I just wanna see what this stuff is," Strike insisted.
"Pretty sure they test drugs on lab rats before they test them on people......" Heat said. He stopped talking and smiled even bigger.
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Heat pushed Hiro around the corner.
"Why me?" said Hiro.
"BECAUSE motherfucker you're the most expendable dude -- I mean, because she has a crush on you, man! And who could blame her, with such a hottie, debonaire, poised, well-groomed man such as yourself in her midst!" Heat blathered on and on. "Use your European charms to win that little girly over."
With each adjective used to describe him, Hiro stood up straighter and smirked bigger. "Well OK." He walked to find Shorty.
"Hi Shorty," Hiro began sexily. Instead of busting out a pick-up line, he grabbed her pet Columbo off her head and ran.
"HEY GIVE ME BACK MY COLUMBO -- "
Hiro ran effeminately down the hall while Shorty chased after him. She was gaining on him so Hiro tossed her pet to Heat. They played football with Columbo for a while until they all got tired.
Strike panted. He reached in his top and pulled out a fat wad of bills. "Here's . . . . a hundr--naw, sevent--no--five dollars. Can we please have the rat now?"
"He's MINE," Shorty said angrily.
"I bet the rat cost like 3 dollars in a pet store, you have a net gain of 2 dollars," Strike negotiated.
Shorty was beginning to cry.
"AHHHHHH! You're making a girl cry!" Heat said, freaking out. "I hate when girls cry."
Shorty's lip trembled. Heat screamed, "STOP! Stop that right now." He covered his eyes so he doesn't have to see her cry. "Give her the rat back, man!"
"But then we'll never know what this stuff does, yo."
"I'm calling the police on you," Shorty said.
Strike surrendered the rat immediately. "Ah, don't do that, kid, I think some of my crimes warrant capital punishment. (quietly) Little fuckin' BRAT!"
"Shorty, we are just wanting to test out dance-enhancing hormones on Columbo," Hiro lied.
"Yeah that's it," Heat said.
"Really?" Shorty said.
"Really......." Hiro said.
"You mean it would make Columbo dance better?" Shorty said.
"Yup."
"Alright!" Shorty said happily.
"Shit, man," Strike said. He pulled out the syringe and stuck it in a random vein on the pet.
Nothing happened.
"Booooooooring," Heat said. "Let's make him dance or something." He took out his MP3 player and jammed his headphones on the rat's head so the rat started dancing.
"YEAH! Look at 'im go!" Heat chuckled while watching the rat bounce around.
"Shut up, man," Strike said.
Five minutes later a giant flan fell out of the ceiling and crushed Hiro.
"YEAH!" Heat chuckled some more.
"What the hell was THAT?" Strike looked up at the ceiling. "Where did that come from?"
"Columbo really likes flan," said Shorty while Columbo ate some flan.
"This competition is getting a little too strange for me," Strike said. How many times had he said that since the competition began?
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"ONLY ON BTV"
-Fanfiction by RAVEgirl [RAVEgirl_669@hotmail.com]
-Bust-A-Groove and all characters are (c) 989 Studios, Avex Trax, Enix, Frame Graphics, and Metro
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~Ch. 8: THE GROOVE-TRON FORMULA
Heat finished his routine up with a back-breaking move that made his 2 viewers cringe. But he sprang right back up to standing position, dusted his hands off, and said, "OH yeah, how was that? Do I got the skills or what?"
"Gotta admit that was a pretty tight dance," Strike said.
"Yeah," Hiro said.
"So, Hiro-kun, when are you gonna show us your dance?" Heat said.
"Yeah," Hiro said, obviously tuned out.
Heat sighed. "Hiro, buddy, you're seriously making our alliance VERY LAME." Heat turned to Strike. "The 'Pimp Homey' hasn't hooked us up with any women yet."
"I don't need Hiro of all people to get me a girl," Strike said.
"Me neither," Heat said quickly. He leaned over to Hiro, "(whisper) Can I see your phone book with the sexy ladies' numbers?"
"Huh?" said Hiro with a stupid look on his face and his mouth half open.
Heat pickpocketed Hiro and held Hiro's (fake leather) day planner in his hand. "You a busy man? Let's see what's in today's agenda--"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Hiro jumped over Strike and grabbed onto his day planner thing. But Heat, although a year younger, is stronger, so he wrenched away Hiro's book.
"AAAAAHH!" Hiro shrieked. Heat opened it eagerly and flipped through it; suddenly his grin changed from eager to sadistic.
"Ooh this woman sounds sexy: 'mom'. Let's call her. Let's see that number is 141555432678901029485868483829485." (Since Hiro's mom lives all the way in Italy it's long, long LONG distance)
Strike was laughing loudly which freaked everyone out because Strike doesn't find much funny. "Who else is in that book?" Strike chuckled.
"Well let's see...there's 'pizza place' and 9-1-1," Heat said. He and Strike shared a hearty laugh over Hiro.
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Meanwhile........
"AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHH!! AHHHHHHHH!! hahahahaha......" (the sound of Heat and Strike laughing over the TV monitors)
James Suneoka stood up suddenly. "I'll be right back," he said. He left the room and snuck down the hall. He looked at his pager and picked up a phone.
"You called for me?" he said.
"Yes," said a mysterious voice, "have you used the groove-tron formula yet?"
"Nooooo sir! I don't think we need it anymore."
"WRONG!!!!!!!!! Use the formula, or DIE!" (SLAM)
Suneoka heard a dial tone. He stared at the reciever for a while. Then he looked around to make sure nobody was looking and pulled a vial out of his pocket.
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The 3 Homeys were standing around the studio for the Dancing Heroes TV show.
"Yo Heat. Girl's lookin'at you," Strike said.
Heat was admiring his new shoes (has to keep buying new ones because his shoes keep melting), but he now put on what he thought was a sexy smile and looked up. There was a girl looking at him. She had blue hair and fatigue pants. But she was not looking with love. She was looking with vengeance.
"AHHHH!" Heat said. "Ex-girlfriend!" He made a cross with his index fingers and held them up at her which caused her to hold up her middle finger back.
"You two are being so cute," said Hiro.
"Damn, she's evil, just wait until her head starts spinning around and shit."
Strike was distracted. His "gangster sense" was telling him that there was danger nearby. He turned to the shadows behind him and brought the side of his hand down on somebody's collarbone with a crunching sound.
"Ughhh ahhh....." The guy in the shadows fell over and something fell out of his pocket. A syringe fell out of his hand.
"Wow, that was cool!" Heat clapped enthusiastically.
Strike examined the guy on the floor and took the drug-looking paraphernalia out of his hands. Then he studied the guy.
"Jim Suneoka," said Strike, a frown creasing his forehead.
"Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy," Heat said, shaking his head. "I never would've thought he was a drug addict. Well, actually . . . ."
"He wasn't shooting himself up," Strike said. "He was trying to inject this stuff into us."
"Yeah, whatever, I already got my booster shots," Heat said. He patted half-unconscious Suneoka on the face. "Did you kill him?" Heat asked cheerfully.
"Naw just paralyzed his arm for a while," Strike said coolly. "Suneoka, I'm taking this stuff, 'kay?"
"No that's mine," Suneoka said, reaching his non-paralyzed hand out.
Strike held up his hand in a karate chop again. Suneoka dropped his hand.
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After a day of dancing...........(who cares about the dancing now, we got a conspiracy on our hands!).........
Strike studied the syringe and vial. "This stuff is buggin' me, man."
"Let's use it," Heat said. He patted Strike on the arm where a syringe would normally go.
"Hell no, not me." He began rolling up Heat's sleeve.
"STOP THAT, MAN!......" They both stopped fighting and smiled.
"Hiiiiiii-roooooooo," Heat sang out.
Hiro was combing his cemented hair but said, "What?"
"C'mere boy."
"No," Hiro said as soon as he saw the syringe.
"I just wanna see what this stuff is," Strike insisted.
"Pretty sure they test drugs on lab rats before they test them on people......" Heat said. He stopped talking and smiled even bigger.
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Heat pushed Hiro around the corner.
"Why me?" said Hiro.
"BECAUSE motherfucker you're the most expendable dude -- I mean, because she has a crush on you, man! And who could blame her, with such a hottie, debonaire, poised, well-groomed man such as yourself in her midst!" Heat blathered on and on. "Use your European charms to win that little girly over."
With each adjective used to describe him, Hiro stood up straighter and smirked bigger. "Well OK." He walked to find Shorty.
"Hi Shorty," Hiro began sexily. Instead of busting out a pick-up line, he grabbed her pet Columbo off her head and ran.
"HEY GIVE ME BACK MY COLUMBO -- "
Hiro ran effeminately down the hall while Shorty chased after him. She was gaining on him so Hiro tossed her pet to Heat. They played football with Columbo for a while until they all got tired.
Strike panted. He reached in his top and pulled out a fat wad of bills. "Here's . . . . a hundr--naw, sevent--no--five dollars. Can we please have the rat now?"
"He's MINE," Shorty said angrily.
"I bet the rat cost like 3 dollars in a pet store, you have a net gain of 2 dollars," Strike negotiated.
Shorty was beginning to cry.
"AHHHHHH! You're making a girl cry!" Heat said, freaking out. "I hate when girls cry."
Shorty's lip trembled. Heat screamed, "STOP! Stop that right now." He covered his eyes so he doesn't have to see her cry. "Give her the rat back, man!"
"But then we'll never know what this stuff does, yo."
"I'm calling the police on you," Shorty said.
Strike surrendered the rat immediately. "Ah, don't do that, kid, I think some of my crimes warrant capital punishment. (quietly) Little fuckin' BRAT!"
"Shorty, we are just wanting to test out dance-enhancing hormones on Columbo," Hiro lied.
"Yeah that's it," Heat said.
"Really?" Shorty said.
"Really......." Hiro said.
"You mean it would make Columbo dance better?" Shorty said.
"Yup."
"Alright!" Shorty said happily.
"Shit, man," Strike said. He pulled out the syringe and stuck it in a random vein on the pet.
Nothing happened.
"Booooooooring," Heat said. "Let's make him dance or something." He took out his MP3 player and jammed his headphones on the rat's head so the rat started dancing.
"YEAH! Look at 'im go!" Heat chuckled while watching the rat bounce around.
"Shut up, man," Strike said.
Five minutes later a giant flan fell out of the ceiling and crushed Hiro.
"YEAH!" Heat chuckled some more.
"What the hell was THAT?" Strike looked up at the ceiling. "Where did that come from?"
"Columbo really likes flan," said Shorty while Columbo ate some flan.
"This competition is getting a little too strange for me," Strike said. How many times had he said that since the competition began?
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