4- G is for Gag
It was, Lommi knew it. He had just gagged.
Seymour looked at him viciously. "What's wrong, little Lommi?" he asked venomously, attacking his red fruit. "Feeling a little… delicate, are we? Must be the acidity of the green ones! HAHAHAAARRGGH" His laugher faded into a coughing fit as he began choking on a piece of mango. Lommi suppressed his laughter (just) and picked up another one.
True, he had been foolish in choosing green. He had trained with mixed coloured ones! Gah, he had not anticipated such burning! Painfully he chomped on his ninetieth mango. Oh holy Yevon, such pain!
Seymour watched him, a smile of undeterred glee on his face. He was relenting, he could see it. BWAHAHAA! Victory was surely his…
Tromell sat in the kitchens drinking copious amounts of Sake. Was Seymour *really* fir to become the next leader of the people of Guadosalam? Was it such a good idea to have someone who was so competitive in command? Only one thing comforted him. If it wasn't Seymour taking over, it would be Jaxom. That would be frightening. Guadosalam would be painted green and red, mangos would be compulsory for breakfast. Eeeegh!
"Better count my blessings" he sighed, finishing his fourth bottle. "Maybe when his Lordship returns this madness will cease…"
Seymour looked at his pile. Seven left. And Lommi had eight to go. Perfect! He would show that disgustingly adorable teen. He was so damn nice, even though he had a mango for a head.
Wait
Lommi did *not* have a Mango head.
Seymour rubbed his eyes and looked again. Yup. Lommi had turned into a giant mango.
What was going on?
INDEED, WHAT?
I'VE JUST REALISED WHERE I GOT THE NAME SAIMOURI FROM! RONIN WARRIORS! GOD I AM SUCH A SPAZMOUSE.
REVIEWS MAKE ME HAPPY AND LESS ANNOYED THAT SAIMOURI-CHAN ISNT MY LUUURVE SLAVE.
