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This one is based on a series of commercials from a bath soap. Featuring, Tokio!
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Early one morning, Saitou was washing his face and getting ready to go to work. It was another boring day at the office, to be sure, but Fujita Goro does have to keep a sharp appearance while on duty at the precinct.
When he raises his head from the basin to look into the bathroom mirror, he is surprised to see someone directly behind him. And it has an uncanny resemblance to himself!
"Who are you, imposter?" the inspector demands of the person.
In an ethereal voice, the person replies, "Saitou, I am your conscience...."
"I don't have one," Saitou retorts, "Now identify yourself!"
"Saitou, I am your conscience," it repeats. Now that it has Saitou's full attention, the inspector notices that the person behind him is a rather ghost-like version of himself, and only appears in the mirror. There is no actual person behind him.
"Saitou, I am your conscience....your bath soap isn't enough to deal with the germs on your hands and face...."
"That is absolutely none of your concern!" Saitou halts the conscience. But it continues.
"Saitou, you should use the soap with complete skin germ protection..."
"I told you, that is not your problem! I happen to like this soap!" Saitou is beginning to fume and to assume his Shinsengumi killer mode...
"Honey, who are you talking to?" Tokio sweetly asks her husband, knocking on the bathroom door.
"Nobody, dear," he calmly replies. The specter has gone.
"Hurry up, dear, or you might be late for work. And you promised we'd go shopping together this afternoon," Tokio reminds him.
"Yes, dear," he answers, eyes rolling.
Morning at the precinct goes by uneventfully. Sanosuke has not started a fight anywhere, Megumi was busy at the clinic. He did see Battousai and his woman have a little spat about money at the market, but it was nothing serious.
As the early afternoon came, Saitou sauntered through the precinct grounds and walked to the gate. There he saw Battousai again, walking hand in hand with his woman, and they were chatting happily.
Just as they passed by, a little boy ran past the couple, and trips at a little stone on the road, falling face down. The raccoon girl immediately rushes to the boy's side, followed by Battousai. Saitou hears them talking to the crying boy.
"It will be OK, little boy! See it's just a scratch on your knee," the raccoon consoles him.
"However, Kaoru-dono, we should get the boy's wound washed as soon as possible, so it won't be infected," Battousai reminds her.
"Ah, what a stroke of good luck!" the raccoon has seen Saitou by the gate. She hesitantly approaches him. "Um, anou, Saitou-san, would you by any chance have an idea, if we can borrow some soap from the precinct. For the little boy?"
"Saitou, I am your conscience..." the specter speaks again behind him.
"What do you want now?" he answers.
"Ordinary soap can't handle handle germs from a scratched knee...."
"Your soap is expensive and elitist. That is my final word. Now get out."
"Oh, oh, OK, Saitou-san. Thank you anyway. We'll look elsewhere," the raccoon apologizes with a weird look on her face, wondering what Saitou was talking about. She motions to Battousai. He carries the boy, and they walk toward the Oguni clinic.
"See what you have done, you..you...whatever you are!" Saitou shakes a fist at nothingness.
The end of the workday soon came, and Saitou fetched his wife to go shopping.
"Honey," Tokio sweetly asks her husband, "could you please buy some bath soap over at that shop?"
"NOT bath soap, please, dear," Saitou begs while keeping his serious mask of a face.
"Aw, come on, honey," she pleads. "I'll make you some soba tonight if you do!"
"Alright, alright, dear," Saitou relents. Anything for soba.
He enters the shop and looks among the display for the soap Tokio usually buys. He was not too familiar with the store, and it was taking him a while. Soon something breathes down his neck.
"Saitou....I am your conscience...."
"Let me guess..about the soap again," Saitou satirically asks.
"Your soap might not give your family the protection it needs against germs..."
"Well, what of it?"
"You should choose the soap with superior skin germ protection..."
This was the last straw.
Saitou draws out his katana.
Aku, Zoku, SAN! Gatotsu Zero-shiki!
Tokio soon enters the soap shop. "What was that all about, honey?"
"Nothing, my sweet," Saitou pats her on the back and reassures her. "My conscience was just bothering me too much."
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The commercials have this housewife wondering if her current bath soap can do the cleaning job required. A ghostly version of the wife appears, telling her that it doesn't, and convinces her to use Safeguard. ^_^ I was crazy when I thought this up. Hope you liked it!
This one is based on a series of commercials from a bath soap. Featuring, Tokio!
..................
Early one morning, Saitou was washing his face and getting ready to go to work. It was another boring day at the office, to be sure, but Fujita Goro does have to keep a sharp appearance while on duty at the precinct.
When he raises his head from the basin to look into the bathroom mirror, he is surprised to see someone directly behind him. And it has an uncanny resemblance to himself!
"Who are you, imposter?" the inspector demands of the person.
In an ethereal voice, the person replies, "Saitou, I am your conscience...."
"I don't have one," Saitou retorts, "Now identify yourself!"
"Saitou, I am your conscience," it repeats. Now that it has Saitou's full attention, the inspector notices that the person behind him is a rather ghost-like version of himself, and only appears in the mirror. There is no actual person behind him.
"Saitou, I am your conscience....your bath soap isn't enough to deal with the germs on your hands and face...."
"That is absolutely none of your concern!" Saitou halts the conscience. But it continues.
"Saitou, you should use the soap with complete skin germ protection..."
"I told you, that is not your problem! I happen to like this soap!" Saitou is beginning to fume and to assume his Shinsengumi killer mode...
"Honey, who are you talking to?" Tokio sweetly asks her husband, knocking on the bathroom door.
"Nobody, dear," he calmly replies. The specter has gone.
"Hurry up, dear, or you might be late for work. And you promised we'd go shopping together this afternoon," Tokio reminds him.
"Yes, dear," he answers, eyes rolling.
Morning at the precinct goes by uneventfully. Sanosuke has not started a fight anywhere, Megumi was busy at the clinic. He did see Battousai and his woman have a little spat about money at the market, but it was nothing serious.
As the early afternoon came, Saitou sauntered through the precinct grounds and walked to the gate. There he saw Battousai again, walking hand in hand with his woman, and they were chatting happily.
Just as they passed by, a little boy ran past the couple, and trips at a little stone on the road, falling face down. The raccoon girl immediately rushes to the boy's side, followed by Battousai. Saitou hears them talking to the crying boy.
"It will be OK, little boy! See it's just a scratch on your knee," the raccoon consoles him.
"However, Kaoru-dono, we should get the boy's wound washed as soon as possible, so it won't be infected," Battousai reminds her.
"Ah, what a stroke of good luck!" the raccoon has seen Saitou by the gate. She hesitantly approaches him. "Um, anou, Saitou-san, would you by any chance have an idea, if we can borrow some soap from the precinct. For the little boy?"
"Saitou, I am your conscience..." the specter speaks again behind him.
"What do you want now?" he answers.
"Ordinary soap can't handle handle germs from a scratched knee...."
"Your soap is expensive and elitist. That is my final word. Now get out."
"Oh, oh, OK, Saitou-san. Thank you anyway. We'll look elsewhere," the raccoon apologizes with a weird look on her face, wondering what Saitou was talking about. She motions to Battousai. He carries the boy, and they walk toward the Oguni clinic.
"See what you have done, you..you...whatever you are!" Saitou shakes a fist at nothingness.
The end of the workday soon came, and Saitou fetched his wife to go shopping.
"Honey," Tokio sweetly asks her husband, "could you please buy some bath soap over at that shop?"
"NOT bath soap, please, dear," Saitou begs while keeping his serious mask of a face.
"Aw, come on, honey," she pleads. "I'll make you some soba tonight if you do!"
"Alright, alright, dear," Saitou relents. Anything for soba.
He enters the shop and looks among the display for the soap Tokio usually buys. He was not too familiar with the store, and it was taking him a while. Soon something breathes down his neck.
"Saitou....I am your conscience...."
"Let me guess..about the soap again," Saitou satirically asks.
"Your soap might not give your family the protection it needs against germs..."
"Well, what of it?"
"You should choose the soap with superior skin germ protection..."
This was the last straw.
Saitou draws out his katana.
Aku, Zoku, SAN! Gatotsu Zero-shiki!
Tokio soon enters the soap shop. "What was that all about, honey?"
"Nothing, my sweet," Saitou pats her on the back and reassures her. "My conscience was just bothering me too much."
..............
The commercials have this housewife wondering if her current bath soap can do the cleaning job required. A ghostly version of the wife appears, telling her that it doesn't, and convinces her to use Safeguard. ^_^ I was crazy when I thought this up. Hope you liked it!