Author's notes: It's been awhile, sweethearts! I haven't added to this in
over a month, I think! If someone had reviewed... But if you think ignoring
me will make this go away you're wrong. I'm doing this for me. I'm sick of
carrying an A4 book that's falling apart around with me.
Just one extra comment: This part is only slightly longer than the last one. But the one after this will be very long. Like, twice this length. I'm really not looking forward to the typing...
Here we go again.
***
As everyone turned their attention back to Gohan, he continued.
"So I think, since we have this extra time, we should take it upon ourselves to come up with a name for a little group of searchers for the Dragon Balls."
There was a murmuring of agreement form everyone.
"This is how it will work", Gohan explained. "I will come up with some different names, and then I will choose the best one.
There was less agreement this time.
"Is it just me", asked Clark in a menacing tone, "or is that method just a little unfair?"
Gohan began to look nervous.
"Hey guys, why don't we all just come up with a name, then vote? That would be fair, right?" Spike suggested calmly.
"Yeah, what a great idea, Spike!" Buffy agreed, gazing adoringly at her spikey one.
Everyone nodded as Spike stood up.
"I'll get us each a napkin", he said.
After getting strange looks from everyone, he decided to explain himself.
"It's so that you can each write a suggestion for the name of our team down and then hand them in."
Spike went to collect fourteen napkins as everyone else tried to think of a good team name. Everyone, that is, besides Clark. He was quite befuddled.
"Why do we need a name, again" he asked.
"Don't you know anything?" Gee asked back, irritated. "Didn't you ever see that Monty Python movie about the Holy Grail? Whenever people go on a quest there's always a bridge, and you have to answer three questions to get across. The first question is always 'What is your name?', and you would have to say 'Clark, of bada bada bada, you say your group name here.' My God, you're an idiot!"
"Oh", replied Clark in shame.
Spike returned to the tables.
I've got the napkins!" he announced proudly. "And I also got these McDonalds crayons for you to write with. He threw everyone including himself a napkin and some crayons, then sat down next to Buffy, ready to write.
Clark was worried. If he had to tell some guy on a bridge the name of his group, then the name would have to be something spectacular. Finally he was hit with a great idea. The name he had thought of was incredible. Clark was sure that EVERYONE would vote for his name. He picked up his crayon and wrote 'The Anti-Fat Naked Riley Club' in large letters on his napkin.
Snaps knew straight away what he wanted to name his new group of friends and himself as a collective unit. He had already written 'The people who look for Dragon Balls and like to take pictures of Pokémon Committee'. He was currently sitting back and waiting for everyone else to finish.
Gohan pondered his decision for a short time, then wrote "The group of people who do what Gohan says and look for Dragon Balls'.
'I just know I'll win', Gohan thought to himself.
Meanwhile, Wheeler held a napkin that looked suspiciously like it said 'Balls, Balls, we want Balls!' on it.
Mulder sat, staring at his box of crayons. He couldn't quite remember what they were. He opened the box, and this made him realise that these crayons were, infact, what he was meant to be writing with. This new realisation was a good thing, because he had already come up with a good name for the group. He picked up a crayon that he thought was a lovely colour, and scribbled in his messy writing 'The seekers of the Dragon Balls and the Truth, which are both out there'. His task having been completed, Mulder began to sing quietly.
"I cannot live without you, matter of fact... Wooooaaaah, I'm on your back."
'What does that song remind me of?' he thought. 'I just can't figure it out.'
Buffy knew what to write on her napkin. She picked up a crayon and wrote 'The Skegs'.
Marti was worried (but not as worried as Clark had been) because he couldn't come up with anything. He looked around the McDonalds, looking for something, anything, that could possibly give him inspiration. His eyes came to rest on the large 'M' mounted outside the window.
'Wow, what an idea!' he thought, before quickly scribbling 'The Power of Fifteen will set us free (P15)' on his napkin in a pale blue crayon. Which of course has simply everything to do with a large 'M' mounted outside the window.
Sitting on the table in front of Quami, face-up so that everyone could see, was a napkin. That napkin said 'Let me at the Dragon Balls, uh-huh, uh- huh', which is a very creative name indeed.
Spike was sitting at a table, his head in his hands and his eyes on Buffy. He had obviously completely forgotten about the task at hand.
Lois pulled out her handy dandy typewriter and threaded her napkin into it. Stopping to ponder for a moment, she glanced around the room as Marti had done. As her eyes came to rest on Spike who was still gazing at Buffy, and this gave her the inspiration she needed. Lois typed 'The UST Dragonballers' on her typewriter.
Linka thought about the situation. Then she wrote 'We make wishes, wishes I say, wishes, wishes' on her napkin.
MacGuyver gazed at his napkin adoringly. The napkin said 'The give us the Dragon Balls or we'll mutilate your face clan'. Because you know, that's the reason why he adores it.
'Ah, face mutilations', MacGuyver thought. He chuckled with glee, a blissful look on his face.
Matt was presently writing 'The' on his napkin. You see, he hadn't come up with a name yet, but he was almost certain that it would begin with 'The'. Thinking hard, but knowing that he would never come up with anything good, he just followed up his 'The' with 'Party People'. Matt then sat back and waited for something cool to happen.
Gee sat, face down in a puddle of Sprite on the table. Floating in the same puddle of Sprite was a napkin that said 'One, two, three, four, I declare a thumb war'.
Gohan, who was getting really bored, stood up and blew a whistle (where did he get THAT from?). Everyone jumped... because they had gotten so bored waiting that they had invented a new type of hopscotch that everyone plays at the same time. So they're all jumping around, and Gohan had to play his whistle again to get everyone's attention.
"Quiet everyone!" he yelled, because they wouldn't shut the hell up. "Alrighty, I've taken the liberty of getting more napkins. Each one either says 'Death Squad' or 'Yay, I'm on the committee!'. If you get the latter then you are one of the five who is to decide which five suggestions will be the finalists. Everyone will then vote on those five."
Everyone nodded in agreement. Gohan placed the napkins he had written on in his hat (I don't know where he got that either). Spike had a slurp of one of his blood bags, and this grossed the Planeteers out. Gohan then delivered one napkin to each person. After the napkin distribution, each was unfolded.
"Yay, I'm on the committee!" exclaimed Snaps.
"Me too!" exclaimed Buffy.
"Me too!" exclaimed Spike.
"Dammit!" exclaimed Fat Naked Riley.
"I got in too!" yelled MacGuyver.
"Me too!" said Gee.
And so the chosen five, Buffy, Spike, Snaps, Gee and MacGuyver, went off to a corner to choose five finalists.
Just one extra comment: This part is only slightly longer than the last one. But the one after this will be very long. Like, twice this length. I'm really not looking forward to the typing...
Here we go again.
***
As everyone turned their attention back to Gohan, he continued.
"So I think, since we have this extra time, we should take it upon ourselves to come up with a name for a little group of searchers for the Dragon Balls."
There was a murmuring of agreement form everyone.
"This is how it will work", Gohan explained. "I will come up with some different names, and then I will choose the best one.
There was less agreement this time.
"Is it just me", asked Clark in a menacing tone, "or is that method just a little unfair?"
Gohan began to look nervous.
"Hey guys, why don't we all just come up with a name, then vote? That would be fair, right?" Spike suggested calmly.
"Yeah, what a great idea, Spike!" Buffy agreed, gazing adoringly at her spikey one.
Everyone nodded as Spike stood up.
"I'll get us each a napkin", he said.
After getting strange looks from everyone, he decided to explain himself.
"It's so that you can each write a suggestion for the name of our team down and then hand them in."
Spike went to collect fourteen napkins as everyone else tried to think of a good team name. Everyone, that is, besides Clark. He was quite befuddled.
"Why do we need a name, again" he asked.
"Don't you know anything?" Gee asked back, irritated. "Didn't you ever see that Monty Python movie about the Holy Grail? Whenever people go on a quest there's always a bridge, and you have to answer three questions to get across. The first question is always 'What is your name?', and you would have to say 'Clark, of bada bada bada, you say your group name here.' My God, you're an idiot!"
"Oh", replied Clark in shame.
Spike returned to the tables.
I've got the napkins!" he announced proudly. "And I also got these McDonalds crayons for you to write with. He threw everyone including himself a napkin and some crayons, then sat down next to Buffy, ready to write.
Clark was worried. If he had to tell some guy on a bridge the name of his group, then the name would have to be something spectacular. Finally he was hit with a great idea. The name he had thought of was incredible. Clark was sure that EVERYONE would vote for his name. He picked up his crayon and wrote 'The Anti-Fat Naked Riley Club' in large letters on his napkin.
Snaps knew straight away what he wanted to name his new group of friends and himself as a collective unit. He had already written 'The people who look for Dragon Balls and like to take pictures of Pokémon Committee'. He was currently sitting back and waiting for everyone else to finish.
Gohan pondered his decision for a short time, then wrote "The group of people who do what Gohan says and look for Dragon Balls'.
'I just know I'll win', Gohan thought to himself.
Meanwhile, Wheeler held a napkin that looked suspiciously like it said 'Balls, Balls, we want Balls!' on it.
Mulder sat, staring at his box of crayons. He couldn't quite remember what they were. He opened the box, and this made him realise that these crayons were, infact, what he was meant to be writing with. This new realisation was a good thing, because he had already come up with a good name for the group. He picked up a crayon that he thought was a lovely colour, and scribbled in his messy writing 'The seekers of the Dragon Balls and the Truth, which are both out there'. His task having been completed, Mulder began to sing quietly.
"I cannot live without you, matter of fact... Wooooaaaah, I'm on your back."
'What does that song remind me of?' he thought. 'I just can't figure it out.'
Buffy knew what to write on her napkin. She picked up a crayon and wrote 'The Skegs'.
Marti was worried (but not as worried as Clark had been) because he couldn't come up with anything. He looked around the McDonalds, looking for something, anything, that could possibly give him inspiration. His eyes came to rest on the large 'M' mounted outside the window.
'Wow, what an idea!' he thought, before quickly scribbling 'The Power of Fifteen will set us free (P15)' on his napkin in a pale blue crayon. Which of course has simply everything to do with a large 'M' mounted outside the window.
Sitting on the table in front of Quami, face-up so that everyone could see, was a napkin. That napkin said 'Let me at the Dragon Balls, uh-huh, uh- huh', which is a very creative name indeed.
Spike was sitting at a table, his head in his hands and his eyes on Buffy. He had obviously completely forgotten about the task at hand.
Lois pulled out her handy dandy typewriter and threaded her napkin into it. Stopping to ponder for a moment, she glanced around the room as Marti had done. As her eyes came to rest on Spike who was still gazing at Buffy, and this gave her the inspiration she needed. Lois typed 'The UST Dragonballers' on her typewriter.
Linka thought about the situation. Then she wrote 'We make wishes, wishes I say, wishes, wishes' on her napkin.
MacGuyver gazed at his napkin adoringly. The napkin said 'The give us the Dragon Balls or we'll mutilate your face clan'. Because you know, that's the reason why he adores it.
'Ah, face mutilations', MacGuyver thought. He chuckled with glee, a blissful look on his face.
Matt was presently writing 'The' on his napkin. You see, he hadn't come up with a name yet, but he was almost certain that it would begin with 'The'. Thinking hard, but knowing that he would never come up with anything good, he just followed up his 'The' with 'Party People'. Matt then sat back and waited for something cool to happen.
Gee sat, face down in a puddle of Sprite on the table. Floating in the same puddle of Sprite was a napkin that said 'One, two, three, four, I declare a thumb war'.
Gohan, who was getting really bored, stood up and blew a whistle (where did he get THAT from?). Everyone jumped... because they had gotten so bored waiting that they had invented a new type of hopscotch that everyone plays at the same time. So they're all jumping around, and Gohan had to play his whistle again to get everyone's attention.
"Quiet everyone!" he yelled, because they wouldn't shut the hell up. "Alrighty, I've taken the liberty of getting more napkins. Each one either says 'Death Squad' or 'Yay, I'm on the committee!'. If you get the latter then you are one of the five who is to decide which five suggestions will be the finalists. Everyone will then vote on those five."
Everyone nodded in agreement. Gohan placed the napkins he had written on in his hat (I don't know where he got that either). Spike had a slurp of one of his blood bags, and this grossed the Planeteers out. Gohan then delivered one napkin to each person. After the napkin distribution, each was unfolded.
"Yay, I'm on the committee!" exclaimed Snaps.
"Me too!" exclaimed Buffy.
"Me too!" exclaimed Spike.
"Dammit!" exclaimed Fat Naked Riley.
"I got in too!" yelled MacGuyver.
"Me too!" said Gee.
And so the chosen five, Buffy, Spike, Snaps, Gee and MacGuyver, went off to a corner to choose five finalists.