A bit of a side tale...

[Eternal Sailor Moon and the Sailor Team are taking on Galaxia and the Sailor Animamates. Suddenly, Jeanne appears]

Jeanne: Devil-sama! I have finally found you... *confused* wait a minute, you're not Devil-sama.

Galaxia: No, I am...Sailor Galaxia...Master of the Universe!

Jeanne: *blinks* Oh. Well...*pointing to Animamates and Sailor Team* who are they?

Galaxia: No, no, NOOOOOOO!!!!!

[Animamates and Sailor Team (except for Eternal Sailor Moon and the Sailor Starlights) go crazy, and do a para-para dance, a la Velfarre 2000...Animamates' bracelets break, causing them to disappear, leaving the Sailor Team still dancing]

ESM: What are they doing?

Star Fighter: They are dancing...

Star Maker: Para-para...

Star Healer: I want my mommy...*sucks thumb*

[ESM falls anime-style, blacks out, Galaxia explodes, and Jeanne blinks]

Sinbad: What did you just do? *Tapping foot*

Jeanne: Um...raise Cain with Abel?

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March Madness. It's here. And it hurts if you've been left out. Here's how Maron views it...hee hee. Enjoy...

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Rosebud Phaerietaylez
Chapter 12:
Gaucho Marx, I'm Waiting...

I never played basketball.
In fact, I hated it.

I never had the time to
Dribble, do a cross-court pass,
Even do a simple lay-up.
Heck, if I even "dunk" the ball,
I will have busted a hangnail.

What's the point, then, of having
To watch on ESPN
This institution called
March Madness,
When I could have been at the gym,
Practicing my rhythmic
Routine for Nationals?

It's contradictory, it's blasphemy.
But it's academic.

When 64 teams
From across America
Collide on the hardwood floor,
It is anything but peaceful.

Partisanship becomes a
Necessary ingredient,
3-pointers become
a rebel rouser,
steals, blocks, assists...
It IS academic.

I look at the brackets this year,
And I look at one team that succeeds
Year in, year out.
And that is Santa Barbara.

I sure as hell don't know
Who Mark French is,
(though many say he looks like Sgt. Pepper,)
But he is a legend
In his own right.

Santa Barbara is a peaceful town.
If I were to live there,
I would be making love
In a blue and gold hibiscus bikini
With my little Chiaki.

I just hope
That when it's all over,
They will win,
And they will cause
Me to rise like the moon
And roar like the little Minx
I am.

(Actually, I'm a little thief,
but in the diminutive.)

I guess March Madness grows on me.
Just like gymnastics.
Maybe even faster.

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End Chapter 12
GO UCSB! Beat Xavier!!!