..................................When Bad Guys Play by the rules..................................
But only when it suits them of course
..................By the ever so wonderful and talented Tornadobuster, tamer of tornados, buster of hurricanes....
....................................................and also quite good at all that is brown and chocolaty................................
Third part is up. Yay. And *big shock* it is -slightly- longer then the second part!!!! Yay! Let's all cheer! Woo! I might not own Dragonball Z, but I DO however own "A is for Agdevil Nursery", all my spelling and grammar errors (Heaven forbid there should be any), and Mz. Icy. Let's all cheer that DBZ has not *yet* fallen into my hands, for if it were... you could be... very... scared, yeeeeesssss...
Hey, um, Cell-"
Shut up," Cell shouted angrily.
"Yeah, but... Cell," Jeice tried again, slightly more meek.
"I said SHUT UP!" Cell screamed back.
"Yeah, I know, but-"
"Just HOLD IT!" Cell yelled without even turning back. "Red sign, red sign..." he muttered to himself as he searched the ground for absolutely anything red and square.
"Yeah... okay..." Jeice said as he nodded, legs somewhat twisted around each other as he flew.
"Hey, Cell-" Burter started.
"All of you just SHUT UP! Not another peep!" Cell screamed as he looked back with sheer malice.
"Oka-"
"I SAID SHUT UP!!"
"Hey! Cell!" Frieza shouted.
"I THOUGHT I made myself CLEAR..." Cell growled angrily, as he turned his head slowly towards Frieza.
"Yeah, but look!" Frieza yelled as he pointed to something coming over the horizon.
Cell swung his head back and blinked as he squinted.
"That looks pretty red, you think that's it?" Guldo asked as he stared back at his teammates.
Burter shrugged. "Let's hope," he said as he patted his empty belly.
"It's the SIGN!" Cell shouted joyously before turning on the burners and leaving his teammates behind in the dust. "The SIIIIIGGGNN!!"
"Hey! CELL!" Frieza yelled as he and the Ginyu Force were swept up in the wind currents Cell left.
"The day has come!" Cell yelled as he put behind the distance in a blink of an eye.
"Okay, let's see here..." Mz. Icy muttered as she called up the Blackstar Chronicle in her caller ID
box. She pushed the call button and listened to the number punch itself in.
"Dadadadaaa, dadadaaadededeee, dede, yeah..." Mz. Icy mumbled under her breath as she clicked her fingernails against the battle-scarred metal desk. She leaned back in the near-death fold-up chair as the phone rang on the other line.
Quickly, someone picked up on the other end and Mz. Icy sat up to lean against the desk. "Hi, this is Mz. Icy of the "A is for Agdevil Nursery"... Yeah it's me Charles... Yeah, another ad... I KNOW it's the fourteenth one this month, I can count... shut up... I said Shut. Up... yeah.... uh huh... Heck no!... Well YOU try babysitting these kids... Why? It's none of your business why... Just put the stupid ad in the paper! Yeah... you too... yeah... probably," she sighed as she hung up.
She fell back into her chair unhappily and let her head hang back over the chair, her red hair spilling back. "My life... is HELL..."
CRYSH!!!
Suddenly, the ceiling exploded in a shower of plaster and wood, Mz. Icy sighed and closed her eyes. "Yeeeesss... an absolute living Hell..."
"Where are they?!" yelled a voice from the minature dust cloud inside Mz. Icy's office.
"You're going to have to be a bit more specific then that sir," Mz Icy yawned as she stretched her arms back, and cracked her spine a few times.
"Where are my CHILDREN, you incompetent fool!" the figure shouted angrily as he waved away the dust and stomped up to Mz. Icy's desk. The figure slammed his open hands against the desk and it immediately collapsed into a pile of rust.
Mz. Icy sighed and opened her eyes to stare at the ceiling. "You know... I brought that desk from home..."
The being swiped away the rust pile before stomping up to Mz. Icy and staring down, directly in the way of her perfect view of the ceiling. "WHERE, are my CHILDREN?!" he yelled directly into her face.
The ice-jin whinced at the action and grimaced. "Well at least you don't spit," she sighed. She slowly sat up straight before yawning and blinking at the newcomer, who had now folded his arms and had begun to impatiently tap his foot. "Yeah, yeah, your kids... Name?"
"Cell," Cell said as he tensily looked about the office. "My children have been LIVING in this filth?"
Mz. Icy shrugged. "Don't blame me, your kids did it, and the goverment is too lousy to give me more funds... The Cell Jrs. right?" Mz. Icy asked as she slowly got up and made her way to the rust pile that had once been her desk.
"Yes, you are correct," Cell confirmed as he nodded. "Now where in H.E.L.L. are my children?"
"The next room," Mz. Icy shrugged as pointed to her right with one hand as she began to sift through the pile of dust.
CRYSH!!!
Mz. Icy patiently sifted through the dust, which had once been her desk, and pulled out a large 3-ringed binder. She opened it and began marking things off as she muttered to herself. "A door. That's all I ask. That's all I EXPECT from these idiots. Just that they would use the DOOR, the one with the HANDLE that you turn and either push, or pull. Not that hard, not that hard at all, a monkey could do it, a SAIY-JIN could do it... that's all I ask..." Mz. Icy grumbled, not even bothering to look up at the newly created hole in the wall.
She sat back into her fold-up chair which promptly groaned under her weight and collapsed. "Mz. Icy continued making marks in her binder. "That's all I ask..."
"Children?" Cell yelled nervously as he plunged through the wall without any second thoughts. He was only thinking about his children, afraid to see what sort of condition they were in.
That female... that female ICE-JIN... he was sure she wasn't validated for this...
Cell whipped his head around the room, searching for anything, small, blue, and that looked like him. Unfortunately, all he saw was a large, red, and overturned couch, a few chairs, the remains of what might once have been a set of cabinets, and approximately 10 inches of toys which were either broken, or on the verge of being broken.
None of these things were however, small, blue, or in any way, resembling him. Though he saw a troll doll that looked suspiciously like Vegeta...
"Children? Kids...? Are you in here?" he called again cautiously, unconsciously beginning to tiptoe further into the room. "Hello?"
"Heeheeheeeheeeheeeheeeheeheeheeee!" came the sudden tinkling of high-pitched laughter from around the room.
Cell tensed and went into a instinctive fighting stance, shooting glances throughout the room. "Who's there?" he shouted angrily, he tried feeling for ki, but then realized that to get down here, you had to be dead, and therefore out of ki.
"That kind of sucks," Cell thought in slight annoyance.
"Heeheeheehehehhheeeheeeee!" the helium-high laughter came again, seemingly from all sides.
"I'm warning you, if you don't come out right now, I'll-I'll BLAST THIS ROOM TO H.E.L.L.!" he screamed angrily.
"It already IS in H.E.L.L.!" a high-pitched voice piped up from one of the corners of the room.
"Then I'll blast it into the Nothingness beyond all comprehension, beyond the living world, Heaven, and H.E.L.L., I'll blast it into the breast of Darkness where no light touches and no evil, no good, exists, only the Darkness, only the Nothingness..." Cell spat viciously.
Silence.
"Heeheeheehehhehhheeeeheeeeheeeheee...hee!"
"That's it you all DIE!" Cell yelled powering up an attack.
"Don't you DARE blast those walls! I just had them refirmished!" yelled Mz. Icy from the other room. "You kids better come out RIGHT NOW, or I'll-I'll I'LL MAKE YOU WATCH "BARNEY" AGAIN!"
Silence.
"Heeheeheeeheeeheeheeheheeeheeheheeehee!" the tiny voices squeaked gleefully, before beginning to emerge from their hiding places.
Cell looked around in shock as the owners of the voices came out from seemingly nowhere, coming from places Cell wouldn't have thought to even BE hiding places.
One from under a chair, TWO from under the upside down couch, another from inside the damaged cabinets, and THREE coming up from the toys like monsters emerging from the black lagoon, or possibly a boy band, such as N' Sync or the Backstreet Boys, bursting from a crowd of over-excited and underage girls.
Cell looked down at the toys, and dipped one of his feet in, deciding he was wrong in his first guess of 10 inches of toys. There were definitely more then that.
Cell then looked up and suddenly realized who the owners of the exceptionally high-pitched voices were. "My children! You're alright! Thank Kami!"
"We're dead... that classifies as alright...?" one of the Cell Jrs. wondered, scratching his head.
Another of the Cell Jrs. shrugged. "Well, as being dead goes, I guess we're alright," he said.
Ah," the first Cell Jr. nodded.
Another of the Cell Jrs. looked suspiciously at Cell and leaned towards his right to look behind Cell and through the hole Cell had made in a sudden panic to get to his children. "Hey! Mz. Icy! Who is this guy??" he yelled in inquiry.
"He's your daddy, coming to take you and your satanic little siblings out of my hellish life, of which I will surely be rather grateful of, once I have a new chair, a new desk, some walls, another half of roof, some NICE chargees, some new employees...etc." Mz. Icy yelled through the hole.
"What? You don't remember me... your daddy?!" Cell asked in shock, he hadn't been expecting that...
"Um... maybe... what's your name?" the suspicious Cell Jr. asked, tapping the side of his face.
"I-It's Cell! My name... is Cell! Don't you REMEMBER me?!" Cell asked anxiously.
The suspicious Cell Jr. looked thoughtful for a moment. "Uh... Cell. Hm... I think... maybe... just maybe... I- Nope, doesn't ring a bell," the suspicious Cell Jr. shrugged.
"No! You can't NOT remember me! You couldn't have FORGOTTEN me!! Come on! I SPAWNED you for Kami's sake!" Cell yelled, just a tad angry.
One of the Cell Jrs. looked up with an odd look on his face. "Um, aren't you like... I don't know... a GUY...? Isn't having babies a little... out of the way... for you...?"
"I'm asexual! I don't need to... to you know, to have kids! It'll as easy as eating popcorn shrimp!" Cell yelled only slightly uncomfortable.
"That's sick..." the Cell Jr. said uneasily as he shook his head.
"Popcorn shrimp are pretty easy to eat though," another of the Cell Jrs. commented as he crossed his arms and nodded.
"How would you know? When have you ever had popcorn shrimp?!" the suspicious Cell Jr. asked in annnoyance.
The Cell Jr. uncrossed his arms and shrugged. "I ate Mz. Icy's when she wasn't looking. They are pretty easy to eat.
Outside the room, inside the office, Mz. Icy writhed. "That's where they went... I should KILL him... yes..." Mz. Icy shuddered and tried to calm down. She was on pension, she didn't need another mark against her...
"So none of you remember me?! None at ALL?!" Cell asked in shock as he waved his arms trying to make sense of the matter. It had never crossed his mind that his children might not actually REMEMBER him...
"Well... I think I might remember him," said a thoughtful looking Cell Jr, as he plucked at his chin. Cell ran up to him and looked eagerly at the Cell Jr.
"No you don't!" one of the Cell Jrs. scoffed.
"Um, tall guy, green head dress thing... has a goal, to destroy the world... uh... I think I remember something about androids somewhere in there..." the thoughtful Cell. Jr. turned out as he wracked his brain for facts.
"Heh, NOW you're talking Crazy talk!" the other Cell. Jr. scoffed again. He plopped down and picked up a partially dismembered teddy bear.
"No! No he's not! He's got it! He's on the right track! He's remembering me!" Cell yelled excitedly, he clapped his hands together as he tried to help the thinking Cell Jr. "Come on! You remember me, your father! Come on, had a really, really, REALLY large amount of power?! Told you to go kill a bunch of really pathetic weaklings??!"
The thoughtful Cell Jr. looked even more thoughtful for a moment before suddenly brightening and looking at the other Cell Jrs. "Hey! I got it! I remember!"
"Yes!" Cell said, pumping his arm towards the partially destroyed roof.
"Are you SURE...?" the suspicious Cell Jr. asked as he looked suspiciously at Cell.
"Yeah! You remember right? It's when we were alive and that dork in green kept ordering us around?" The now less-thoughtful Cell asked as he looked at the suspicious Cell Jr. with an excited look.
The suspicous Cell Jr.'s eyes suddenly widened as the rest of the Cell Jrs. looked surprised as well. "You don't mean-?"
"Yeah!" the less-thoughtful Cell Jr. nodded as he grinned widely. He pointed towards Cell. "HE'S the DORK!"
"Yes! Yes! You got it! You REMEMBER ME! YES!" Cell cheered excitedly as he swooped down upon the less-thoughtful and less-suspicious Cell Jrs., picking them up and hugging the non-existant life out of them. He suddenly blinked though and held them out by the scruff of their necks. "But I'm not a dork!" he denied looking slightly hurt.
To be continued... *grins and runs away, suddenly stops and runs back* Reviews are welcomed, the good and the bad actually, including flames, like the 2 I got before. I laughed at those, because it was obvious the twit and his friend (if it WAS his friend...) obviously didn't like bad reviews, like the one *I* gave him, before his *rude* retaliation. He had my respect at one point, even though I reviewed him badly, but he lost it when he lost his temper and gave me a ill-thought out flame. *looks thoughtful* He did much better flaming my Animorph poems though, much better indeedy, I almost felt slightly annoyed.... cept'... he lost my respect...
Note to flamers, don't give out *WHY* you're flaming, it hurts a whole lot more when you don't. A lot of people probably have a grudge against me at this point so this is probably useful information... oh, yes.... this WILL be continued... ;) *runs away singing* Nobody likes me, Everybody hates, I guess I'll just go eat...
But only when it suits them of course
..................By the ever so wonderful and talented Tornadobuster, tamer of tornados, buster of hurricanes....
....................................................and also quite good at all that is brown and chocolaty................................
Third part is up. Yay. And *big shock* it is -slightly- longer then the second part!!!! Yay! Let's all cheer! Woo! I might not own Dragonball Z, but I DO however own "A is for Agdevil Nursery", all my spelling and grammar errors (Heaven forbid there should be any), and Mz. Icy. Let's all cheer that DBZ has not *yet* fallen into my hands, for if it were... you could be... very... scared, yeeeeesssss...
Hey, um, Cell-"
Shut up," Cell shouted angrily.
"Yeah, but... Cell," Jeice tried again, slightly more meek.
"I said SHUT UP!" Cell screamed back.
"Yeah, I know, but-"
"Just HOLD IT!" Cell yelled without even turning back. "Red sign, red sign..." he muttered to himself as he searched the ground for absolutely anything red and square.
"Yeah... okay..." Jeice said as he nodded, legs somewhat twisted around each other as he flew.
"Hey, Cell-" Burter started.
"All of you just SHUT UP! Not another peep!" Cell screamed as he looked back with sheer malice.
"Oka-"
"I SAID SHUT UP!!"
"Hey! Cell!" Frieza shouted.
"I THOUGHT I made myself CLEAR..." Cell growled angrily, as he turned his head slowly towards Frieza.
"Yeah, but look!" Frieza yelled as he pointed to something coming over the horizon.
Cell swung his head back and blinked as he squinted.
"That looks pretty red, you think that's it?" Guldo asked as he stared back at his teammates.
Burter shrugged. "Let's hope," he said as he patted his empty belly.
"It's the SIGN!" Cell shouted joyously before turning on the burners and leaving his teammates behind in the dust. "The SIIIIIGGGNN!!"
"Hey! CELL!" Frieza yelled as he and the Ginyu Force were swept up in the wind currents Cell left.
"The day has come!" Cell yelled as he put behind the distance in a blink of an eye.
"Okay, let's see here..." Mz. Icy muttered as she called up the Blackstar Chronicle in her caller ID
box. She pushed the call button and listened to the number punch itself in.
"Dadadadaaa, dadadaaadededeee, dede, yeah..." Mz. Icy mumbled under her breath as she clicked her fingernails against the battle-scarred metal desk. She leaned back in the near-death fold-up chair as the phone rang on the other line.
Quickly, someone picked up on the other end and Mz. Icy sat up to lean against the desk. "Hi, this is Mz. Icy of the "A is for Agdevil Nursery"... Yeah it's me Charles... Yeah, another ad... I KNOW it's the fourteenth one this month, I can count... shut up... I said Shut. Up... yeah.... uh huh... Heck no!... Well YOU try babysitting these kids... Why? It's none of your business why... Just put the stupid ad in the paper! Yeah... you too... yeah... probably," she sighed as she hung up.
She fell back into her chair unhappily and let her head hang back over the chair, her red hair spilling back. "My life... is HELL..."
CRYSH!!!
Suddenly, the ceiling exploded in a shower of plaster and wood, Mz. Icy sighed and closed her eyes. "Yeeeesss... an absolute living Hell..."
"Where are they?!" yelled a voice from the minature dust cloud inside Mz. Icy's office.
"You're going to have to be a bit more specific then that sir," Mz Icy yawned as she stretched her arms back, and cracked her spine a few times.
"Where are my CHILDREN, you incompetent fool!" the figure shouted angrily as he waved away the dust and stomped up to Mz. Icy's desk. The figure slammed his open hands against the desk and it immediately collapsed into a pile of rust.
Mz. Icy sighed and opened her eyes to stare at the ceiling. "You know... I brought that desk from home..."
The being swiped away the rust pile before stomping up to Mz. Icy and staring down, directly in the way of her perfect view of the ceiling. "WHERE, are my CHILDREN?!" he yelled directly into her face.
The ice-jin whinced at the action and grimaced. "Well at least you don't spit," she sighed. She slowly sat up straight before yawning and blinking at the newcomer, who had now folded his arms and had begun to impatiently tap his foot. "Yeah, yeah, your kids... Name?"
"Cell," Cell said as he tensily looked about the office. "My children have been LIVING in this filth?"
Mz. Icy shrugged. "Don't blame me, your kids did it, and the goverment is too lousy to give me more funds... The Cell Jrs. right?" Mz. Icy asked as she slowly got up and made her way to the rust pile that had once been her desk.
"Yes, you are correct," Cell confirmed as he nodded. "Now where in H.E.L.L. are my children?"
"The next room," Mz. Icy shrugged as pointed to her right with one hand as she began to sift through the pile of dust.
CRYSH!!!
Mz. Icy patiently sifted through the dust, which had once been her desk, and pulled out a large 3-ringed binder. She opened it and began marking things off as she muttered to herself. "A door. That's all I ask. That's all I EXPECT from these idiots. Just that they would use the DOOR, the one with the HANDLE that you turn and either push, or pull. Not that hard, not that hard at all, a monkey could do it, a SAIY-JIN could do it... that's all I ask..." Mz. Icy grumbled, not even bothering to look up at the newly created hole in the wall.
She sat back into her fold-up chair which promptly groaned under her weight and collapsed. "Mz. Icy continued making marks in her binder. "That's all I ask..."
"Children?" Cell yelled nervously as he plunged through the wall without any second thoughts. He was only thinking about his children, afraid to see what sort of condition they were in.
That female... that female ICE-JIN... he was sure she wasn't validated for this...
Cell whipped his head around the room, searching for anything, small, blue, and that looked like him. Unfortunately, all he saw was a large, red, and overturned couch, a few chairs, the remains of what might once have been a set of cabinets, and approximately 10 inches of toys which were either broken, or on the verge of being broken.
None of these things were however, small, blue, or in any way, resembling him. Though he saw a troll doll that looked suspiciously like Vegeta...
"Children? Kids...? Are you in here?" he called again cautiously, unconsciously beginning to tiptoe further into the room. "Hello?"
"Heeheeheeeheeeheeeheeeheeheeheeee!" came the sudden tinkling of high-pitched laughter from around the room.
Cell tensed and went into a instinctive fighting stance, shooting glances throughout the room. "Who's there?" he shouted angrily, he tried feeling for ki, but then realized that to get down here, you had to be dead, and therefore out of ki.
"That kind of sucks," Cell thought in slight annoyance.
"Heeheeheehehehhheeeheeeee!" the helium-high laughter came again, seemingly from all sides.
"I'm warning you, if you don't come out right now, I'll-I'll BLAST THIS ROOM TO H.E.L.L.!" he screamed angrily.
"It already IS in H.E.L.L.!" a high-pitched voice piped up from one of the corners of the room.
"Then I'll blast it into the Nothingness beyond all comprehension, beyond the living world, Heaven, and H.E.L.L., I'll blast it into the breast of Darkness where no light touches and no evil, no good, exists, only the Darkness, only the Nothingness..." Cell spat viciously.
Silence.
"Heeheeheehehhehhheeeeheeeeheeeheee...hee!"
"That's it you all DIE!" Cell yelled powering up an attack.
"Don't you DARE blast those walls! I just had them refirmished!" yelled Mz. Icy from the other room. "You kids better come out RIGHT NOW, or I'll-I'll I'LL MAKE YOU WATCH "BARNEY" AGAIN!"
Silence.
"Heeheeheeeheeeheeheeheheeeheeheheeehee!" the tiny voices squeaked gleefully, before beginning to emerge from their hiding places.
Cell looked around in shock as the owners of the voices came out from seemingly nowhere, coming from places Cell wouldn't have thought to even BE hiding places.
One from under a chair, TWO from under the upside down couch, another from inside the damaged cabinets, and THREE coming up from the toys like monsters emerging from the black lagoon, or possibly a boy band, such as N' Sync or the Backstreet Boys, bursting from a crowd of over-excited and underage girls.
Cell looked down at the toys, and dipped one of his feet in, deciding he was wrong in his first guess of 10 inches of toys. There were definitely more then that.
Cell then looked up and suddenly realized who the owners of the exceptionally high-pitched voices were. "My children! You're alright! Thank Kami!"
"We're dead... that classifies as alright...?" one of the Cell Jrs. wondered, scratching his head.
Another of the Cell Jrs. shrugged. "Well, as being dead goes, I guess we're alright," he said.
Ah," the first Cell Jr. nodded.
Another of the Cell Jrs. looked suspiciously at Cell and leaned towards his right to look behind Cell and through the hole Cell had made in a sudden panic to get to his children. "Hey! Mz. Icy! Who is this guy??" he yelled in inquiry.
"He's your daddy, coming to take you and your satanic little siblings out of my hellish life, of which I will surely be rather grateful of, once I have a new chair, a new desk, some walls, another half of roof, some NICE chargees, some new employees...etc." Mz. Icy yelled through the hole.
"What? You don't remember me... your daddy?!" Cell asked in shock, he hadn't been expecting that...
"Um... maybe... what's your name?" the suspicious Cell Jr. asked, tapping the side of his face.
"I-It's Cell! My name... is Cell! Don't you REMEMBER me?!" Cell asked anxiously.
The suspicious Cell Jr. looked thoughtful for a moment. "Uh... Cell. Hm... I think... maybe... just maybe... I- Nope, doesn't ring a bell," the suspicious Cell Jr. shrugged.
"No! You can't NOT remember me! You couldn't have FORGOTTEN me!! Come on! I SPAWNED you for Kami's sake!" Cell yelled, just a tad angry.
One of the Cell Jrs. looked up with an odd look on his face. "Um, aren't you like... I don't know... a GUY...? Isn't having babies a little... out of the way... for you...?"
"I'm asexual! I don't need to... to you know, to have kids! It'll as easy as eating popcorn shrimp!" Cell yelled only slightly uncomfortable.
"That's sick..." the Cell Jr. said uneasily as he shook his head.
"Popcorn shrimp are pretty easy to eat though," another of the Cell Jrs. commented as he crossed his arms and nodded.
"How would you know? When have you ever had popcorn shrimp?!" the suspicious Cell Jr. asked in annnoyance.
The Cell Jr. uncrossed his arms and shrugged. "I ate Mz. Icy's when she wasn't looking. They are pretty easy to eat.
Outside the room, inside the office, Mz. Icy writhed. "That's where they went... I should KILL him... yes..." Mz. Icy shuddered and tried to calm down. She was on pension, she didn't need another mark against her...
"So none of you remember me?! None at ALL?!" Cell asked in shock as he waved his arms trying to make sense of the matter. It had never crossed his mind that his children might not actually REMEMBER him...
"Well... I think I might remember him," said a thoughtful looking Cell Jr, as he plucked at his chin. Cell ran up to him and looked eagerly at the Cell Jr.
"No you don't!" one of the Cell Jrs. scoffed.
"Um, tall guy, green head dress thing... has a goal, to destroy the world... uh... I think I remember something about androids somewhere in there..." the thoughtful Cell. Jr. turned out as he wracked his brain for facts.
"Heh, NOW you're talking Crazy talk!" the other Cell. Jr. scoffed again. He plopped down and picked up a partially dismembered teddy bear.
"No! No he's not! He's got it! He's on the right track! He's remembering me!" Cell yelled excitedly, he clapped his hands together as he tried to help the thinking Cell Jr. "Come on! You remember me, your father! Come on, had a really, really, REALLY large amount of power?! Told you to go kill a bunch of really pathetic weaklings??!"
The thoughtful Cell Jr. looked even more thoughtful for a moment before suddenly brightening and looking at the other Cell Jrs. "Hey! I got it! I remember!"
"Yes!" Cell said, pumping his arm towards the partially destroyed roof.
"Are you SURE...?" the suspicious Cell Jr. asked as he looked suspiciously at Cell.
"Yeah! You remember right? It's when we were alive and that dork in green kept ordering us around?" The now less-thoughtful Cell asked as he looked at the suspicious Cell Jr. with an excited look.
The suspicous Cell Jr.'s eyes suddenly widened as the rest of the Cell Jrs. looked surprised as well. "You don't mean-?"
"Yeah!" the less-thoughtful Cell Jr. nodded as he grinned widely. He pointed towards Cell. "HE'S the DORK!"
"Yes! Yes! You got it! You REMEMBER ME! YES!" Cell cheered excitedly as he swooped down upon the less-thoughtful and less-suspicious Cell Jrs., picking them up and hugging the non-existant life out of them. He suddenly blinked though and held them out by the scruff of their necks. "But I'm not a dork!" he denied looking slightly hurt.
To be continued... *grins and runs away, suddenly stops and runs back* Reviews are welcomed, the good and the bad actually, including flames, like the 2 I got before. I laughed at those, because it was obvious the twit and his friend (if it WAS his friend...) obviously didn't like bad reviews, like the one *I* gave him, before his *rude* retaliation. He had my respect at one point, even though I reviewed him badly, but he lost it when he lost his temper and gave me a ill-thought out flame. *looks thoughtful* He did much better flaming my Animorph poems though, much better indeedy, I almost felt slightly annoyed.... cept'... he lost my respect...
Note to flamers, don't give out *WHY* you're flaming, it hurts a whole lot more when you don't. A lot of people probably have a grudge against me at this point so this is probably useful information... oh, yes.... this WILL be continued... ;) *runs away singing* Nobody likes me, Everybody hates, I guess I'll just go eat...