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"Stop.just stop.STOP!!!"
Midvalley groggily opened the door to Legato's room to find his so-called leader huddled beneath his blankets in a pathetic, shivering bundle on the bed, fearful golden eyes peering out into the distance. Instantly, when light flooded in, they locked on the silhouette of the man standing there, breath rushing from his throat in a gasp.
"Midvalley!" he exclaimed, rolling off the bed and crawling towards the musicians feet, still buried beneath a mass of covers. "Help me! You gotta make it stop! You gotta MAKE THE DIET STOP!"
Midvalley squinted at him sleepily. "Stay right here." And then he disappeared, leaving the whimpering man on the floor, speaking soothingly to his rumbling stomach.
"Shh...shh.... It's gonna be ok... I've always provided for you before, right? I'm gonna come through this time... Don't be scared..."
Returning to that disturbing scene, Midvalley coaxed his leader back into bed and calmed him enough to speak to him. "Now, Legato, I'm going to give you what my mom gave me when I was a kid and couldn't sleep." He handed him a glass of an unidentifiable liquid. "It's, uh..." He snickered. "Colored sugar water. It should put you right out."
Legato gulped down the drink, just thankful for something with taste again. A somewhat familiar taste. "It is good," he amended, voice somewhat slurred. "Say, can I have some more?"
Midvalley obliged, pouring the refill from a suspicious bottle he drew from his coat. "You know, Legato, if you don't feel like going to bed, the gun-ho guns are hanging out in the restaurant. You can join us."
Legato smiled. He suddenly felt very warm and fuzzy inside. "That'd be niiiiiiiice," he chuckled giddily, slinging an arm around Midvalley's neck. "Let's go! Woo hoo! It's dark in here..." He collapsed in fits of laughter at the doorway. "Do...do...you know what I did tonight?"
"No tellin'."
"I ate PACKING PEANUTS! HAHAHA!!!" He slapped Midvalley on the back. "Ain't that funny?! And you'll never guess what I saw Knives with..."
Midvalley perked up with a smooth grin. These were the advantages of getting Legato drunk. "What did you see Knives with?"
"I'll tell ya' at the paaaaaaaar-tay! I'll tell ever-ry-body!"
This was gonna be hysterical.
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The next morning, Knives noticed that everyone was acting peculiar around him. He was also vaguely troubled by the way Midvalley kept giving him these looks, these looks that seemed to say, "Hey, I like you a lot better than I liked you last night!"
He shuddered. Scary!
Deciding to shrug it off until at least after breakfast, he headed down the hall towards the restaurant, anticipating the food that should already be prepared. Instead he found the place in shambles, trash and broken glass littered everywhere, and in the center of it all, cradled in between two pieces of a broken table, was Legato Bluesummers, head thrown back, mouth gaping, and moans issuing forth.
"Legato!" barked Knives, fury smoldering in his ice blue eyes. "What happened here?!"
"Ugh...huh? What?" Legato lifted his head and looked in a disoriented manner at his master. Jumping to his feet at the sight of the mess, he gasped, clutched at his head, and fell back over. "Oh...my head...!"
"What did you do last night?!" screamed Knives, stalking about the room and stomping on all the trash.
Flitting back to him came a distant memory of being surrounded by the other gun-ho guns, of dancing with Dominique on the now broken table, of blabbing to everyone about the pink night-light...
"NOOOOOO!" screamed Legato, and then his eyes rolled back and closed in a dead faint.
Midvalley sauntered in then and nimbly hopped over the fallen body, moving behind the bar to fix himself his own breakfast. And then he gave a dumbfounded Knives THAT look. "I didn't know you liked pink..." he smirked.
"What?" squeaked Knives. "I....I....who told you that? It's a lie! A lie, I tell you!"
"Legato said that last night, when he was in the closet, you came in and got this pink night-light and...wow, I'm just glad I'm not alone. You don't play the sax do ya? I could teach you...."
Knives shook his head rapidly. At that moment, it was a definite option to slaughter the gun-ho guns to keep him from suffering the ultimate humiliation, but it didn't seem worth it to just go looking for new henchmen all over again. It would be easier just to punish one and make a point of what happened when you messed with the boss. "Just tell me what else happened last night." Midvalley proceeded to tell and he listened intently all the while, pondering over what torture may befall Legato when he awoke.
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"I am....alive," breathed Legato in fascination when he awoke, having fully expected to be killed by Knives when his master heard from someone what had taken place before. But now, he was in a room, not his room, but a strange room, which he had never seen before. It was small and had a large mirror that spanned three-fourths of one wall, while the other walls had...hot dog wall paper?
No...anything but that!
Instantly, his hungry stomach took over, and though his mind battled for control, he soon succumbed to his weakness and let himself go. The juicy hot dogs on the wall began to spin and twirl. They grew arms and legs and they had hats and they....they started dancing with packing peanuts?!
Legato fell back to the floor in utter amazement, watching the delicious delicacies swirling around his head until they began to speak to him in squeaky, foodish voices, much to his delight.
"Come dance with us, Legato!" they invited and lifted him up, taking him to a place far, far away where he could eat as much as he wanted. They joined hands and danced around him, singing, laughing, and he clapped his hands, joining in the merriment.
Meanwhile, staring at him through the one-way glass Legato had mistaken as a mirror, Wolfwood, Midvalley, and Knives were silent, each trying to analyze his behavior.
"I've heard," said Wolfwood in a pondering voice, "that a tiger's tongue is so strong it can lick paint off a wall."
Midvalley chimed in seriously. "Five double dollars says Legato can lick that hot dog wall paper off that wall in less than an hour."
"Deal."
Knives only stared impassively at his servant, who was currently dancing around the room and singing, clapping his hands to the beat.
Suffering, thy name is diet...
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Well, what do you think?? Should I write another chapter??? Oh, and thanx Katrina Mama for your great ideas! They were awesome! I hope you like what I did.
----Shangri-La
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"Stop.just stop.STOP!!!"
Midvalley groggily opened the door to Legato's room to find his so-called leader huddled beneath his blankets in a pathetic, shivering bundle on the bed, fearful golden eyes peering out into the distance. Instantly, when light flooded in, they locked on the silhouette of the man standing there, breath rushing from his throat in a gasp.
"Midvalley!" he exclaimed, rolling off the bed and crawling towards the musicians feet, still buried beneath a mass of covers. "Help me! You gotta make it stop! You gotta MAKE THE DIET STOP!"
Midvalley squinted at him sleepily. "Stay right here." And then he disappeared, leaving the whimpering man on the floor, speaking soothingly to his rumbling stomach.
"Shh...shh.... It's gonna be ok... I've always provided for you before, right? I'm gonna come through this time... Don't be scared..."
Returning to that disturbing scene, Midvalley coaxed his leader back into bed and calmed him enough to speak to him. "Now, Legato, I'm going to give you what my mom gave me when I was a kid and couldn't sleep." He handed him a glass of an unidentifiable liquid. "It's, uh..." He snickered. "Colored sugar water. It should put you right out."
Legato gulped down the drink, just thankful for something with taste again. A somewhat familiar taste. "It is good," he amended, voice somewhat slurred. "Say, can I have some more?"
Midvalley obliged, pouring the refill from a suspicious bottle he drew from his coat. "You know, Legato, if you don't feel like going to bed, the gun-ho guns are hanging out in the restaurant. You can join us."
Legato smiled. He suddenly felt very warm and fuzzy inside. "That'd be niiiiiiiice," he chuckled giddily, slinging an arm around Midvalley's neck. "Let's go! Woo hoo! It's dark in here..." He collapsed in fits of laughter at the doorway. "Do...do...you know what I did tonight?"
"No tellin'."
"I ate PACKING PEANUTS! HAHAHA!!!" He slapped Midvalley on the back. "Ain't that funny?! And you'll never guess what I saw Knives with..."
Midvalley perked up with a smooth grin. These were the advantages of getting Legato drunk. "What did you see Knives with?"
"I'll tell ya' at the paaaaaaaar-tay! I'll tell ever-ry-body!"
This was gonna be hysterical.
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The next morning, Knives noticed that everyone was acting peculiar around him. He was also vaguely troubled by the way Midvalley kept giving him these looks, these looks that seemed to say, "Hey, I like you a lot better than I liked you last night!"
He shuddered. Scary!
Deciding to shrug it off until at least after breakfast, he headed down the hall towards the restaurant, anticipating the food that should already be prepared. Instead he found the place in shambles, trash and broken glass littered everywhere, and in the center of it all, cradled in between two pieces of a broken table, was Legato Bluesummers, head thrown back, mouth gaping, and moans issuing forth.
"Legato!" barked Knives, fury smoldering in his ice blue eyes. "What happened here?!"
"Ugh...huh? What?" Legato lifted his head and looked in a disoriented manner at his master. Jumping to his feet at the sight of the mess, he gasped, clutched at his head, and fell back over. "Oh...my head...!"
"What did you do last night?!" screamed Knives, stalking about the room and stomping on all the trash.
Flitting back to him came a distant memory of being surrounded by the other gun-ho guns, of dancing with Dominique on the now broken table, of blabbing to everyone about the pink night-light...
"NOOOOOO!" screamed Legato, and then his eyes rolled back and closed in a dead faint.
Midvalley sauntered in then and nimbly hopped over the fallen body, moving behind the bar to fix himself his own breakfast. And then he gave a dumbfounded Knives THAT look. "I didn't know you liked pink..." he smirked.
"What?" squeaked Knives. "I....I....who told you that? It's a lie! A lie, I tell you!"
"Legato said that last night, when he was in the closet, you came in and got this pink night-light and...wow, I'm just glad I'm not alone. You don't play the sax do ya? I could teach you...."
Knives shook his head rapidly. At that moment, it was a definite option to slaughter the gun-ho guns to keep him from suffering the ultimate humiliation, but it didn't seem worth it to just go looking for new henchmen all over again. It would be easier just to punish one and make a point of what happened when you messed with the boss. "Just tell me what else happened last night." Midvalley proceeded to tell and he listened intently all the while, pondering over what torture may befall Legato when he awoke.
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"I am....alive," breathed Legato in fascination when he awoke, having fully expected to be killed by Knives when his master heard from someone what had taken place before. But now, he was in a room, not his room, but a strange room, which he had never seen before. It was small and had a large mirror that spanned three-fourths of one wall, while the other walls had...hot dog wall paper?
No...anything but that!
Instantly, his hungry stomach took over, and though his mind battled for control, he soon succumbed to his weakness and let himself go. The juicy hot dogs on the wall began to spin and twirl. They grew arms and legs and they had hats and they....they started dancing with packing peanuts?!
Legato fell back to the floor in utter amazement, watching the delicious delicacies swirling around his head until they began to speak to him in squeaky, foodish voices, much to his delight.
"Come dance with us, Legato!" they invited and lifted him up, taking him to a place far, far away where he could eat as much as he wanted. They joined hands and danced around him, singing, laughing, and he clapped his hands, joining in the merriment.
Meanwhile, staring at him through the one-way glass Legato had mistaken as a mirror, Wolfwood, Midvalley, and Knives were silent, each trying to analyze his behavior.
"I've heard," said Wolfwood in a pondering voice, "that a tiger's tongue is so strong it can lick paint off a wall."
Midvalley chimed in seriously. "Five double dollars says Legato can lick that hot dog wall paper off that wall in less than an hour."
"Deal."
Knives only stared impassively at his servant, who was currently dancing around the room and singing, clapping his hands to the beat.
Suffering, thy name is diet...
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Well, what do you think?? Should I write another chapter??? Oh, and thanx Katrina Mama for your great ideas! They were awesome! I hope you like what I did.
----Shangri-La