Mamo-Chan's Morning
Rating: G -
Warnings: This has Mamo-Chan bashing as its about him and... well, you have to read it to find out.
By: Typo Demon at 2 AM
Please send all questions and comments to CtarlCtarlReita@aol.com. I will accept all flames and comments so please send me feed back!
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon and all chars don't belong to me; I wish they did though. Sailor Moon is (c) to all respective owners. Mr. Coffee is (c) to its owners. I Don't own it nor Sailor Moon so don't frickin' sue! -done-
Now that that's over, Enjoy my short story!
Mamo-Chan woke up one bright sunny day. You know, one of those days that seems to happen everyday. Well, Mamo-Chan got up and pulled some black pants on then walked to the kitchen. He strode to his Mr. Coffee and sat down next to it, staring intently at it.
"Now, Mr. Coffee, You aren't going to give me any trouble to your best friend in the whole wide world, are you?" Mamo-Chan said to the inanimate coffee maker.
Mr. Coffee, surprisingly, had no comment on the matter at hand.
Mamo-Chan pressed the button that had a sticky note over it that read 'Talk'. Mr. Coffee started to make noises then spewed a dark, almond smelling liquid into the glass container beneath the spout.
"Thanks Mr. Coffee. I need this stuff." he patted the coffee maker on the back and watched as the rest of the tasty drink filled the glass container to half way.
Once Mr. Coffee fell silent again, Mamo-Chan picked up a white mug with a purple mask on it and pulled the glass container from Mr. Coffee. He poured the coffee into the mug until it was three-fourths full.
The man walked to the couch and waved at it.
"Hello Ms. Comfy!" he smiled to a sticky note in the middle of the couch with a smiley face and eye lashes. The couch didn't reply.
"Aw, thanks for asking Ms. Comfy! I feel great this morning!" Mamo-Chan said, taking a sip of his coffee. "How are you doing this fine day?"
Once again, Ms. Comfy had no reply. "I am glad to hear that you are well! You look so healthy!" Mamo-Chan said while smiling into the drawn face on the sticky note. Ms. Comfy was rather quiet for some odd reason.
Mamo-Chan passed his morning this way. At 10 AM he checked the wall clock which had a face on the face and the hands where, literally, pointing hands. "Hey, Old Mr. Time! How'd you let this great day go by? Now I have to go to work, dang it all!" Mamo-Chan finished his coffee quickly then set it in the sink.
Mamo-Chan pulled on a purple shirt and walked to the door, pulling on a jacket with a face drawn onto the care label.
"its a cold day, Mr. Warm-and-Comfy. Better zip up" He pulled the zipper up. "Thanks!"
He walked to the door and called into his rather very empty apartment "I miss you all already!" before opening the door and walking out.
Rating: G -
Warnings: This has Mamo-Chan bashing as its about him and... well, you have to read it to find out.
By: Typo Demon at 2 AM
Please send all questions and comments to CtarlCtarlReita@aol.com. I will accept all flames and comments so please send me feed back!
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon and all chars don't belong to me; I wish they did though. Sailor Moon is (c) to all respective owners. Mr. Coffee is (c) to its owners. I Don't own it nor Sailor Moon so don't frickin' sue! -done-
Now that that's over, Enjoy my short story!
Mamo-Chan woke up one bright sunny day. You know, one of those days that seems to happen everyday. Well, Mamo-Chan got up and pulled some black pants on then walked to the kitchen. He strode to his Mr. Coffee and sat down next to it, staring intently at it.
"Now, Mr. Coffee, You aren't going to give me any trouble to your best friend in the whole wide world, are you?" Mamo-Chan said to the inanimate coffee maker.
Mr. Coffee, surprisingly, had no comment on the matter at hand.
Mamo-Chan pressed the button that had a sticky note over it that read 'Talk'. Mr. Coffee started to make noises then spewed a dark, almond smelling liquid into the glass container beneath the spout.
"Thanks Mr. Coffee. I need this stuff." he patted the coffee maker on the back and watched as the rest of the tasty drink filled the glass container to half way.
Once Mr. Coffee fell silent again, Mamo-Chan picked up a white mug with a purple mask on it and pulled the glass container from Mr. Coffee. He poured the coffee into the mug until it was three-fourths full.
The man walked to the couch and waved at it.
"Hello Ms. Comfy!" he smiled to a sticky note in the middle of the couch with a smiley face and eye lashes. The couch didn't reply.
"Aw, thanks for asking Ms. Comfy! I feel great this morning!" Mamo-Chan said, taking a sip of his coffee. "How are you doing this fine day?"
Once again, Ms. Comfy had no reply. "I am glad to hear that you are well! You look so healthy!" Mamo-Chan said while smiling into the drawn face on the sticky note. Ms. Comfy was rather quiet for some odd reason.
Mamo-Chan passed his morning this way. At 10 AM he checked the wall clock which had a face on the face and the hands where, literally, pointing hands. "Hey, Old Mr. Time! How'd you let this great day go by? Now I have to go to work, dang it all!" Mamo-Chan finished his coffee quickly then set it in the sink.
Mamo-Chan pulled on a purple shirt and walked to the door, pulling on a jacket with a face drawn onto the care label.
"its a cold day, Mr. Warm-and-Comfy. Better zip up" He pulled the zipper up. "Thanks!"
He walked to the door and called into his rather very empty apartment "I miss you all already!" before opening the door and walking out.
