How Does He Live Like That? 14
Disclaimer- Alright, I own Beyblade! What cha gonna do? -_- Okay, I don't own it. *sighs*
*starts bawling* W-hy d-id t-hey j-ust h-ave t-o e-nd I-t r-ight t-here? IT WAS JUST GETTING EXTREMELY GOOD!!! Why? Why?! WHY?!?! *starts to bang head against the wall* Thump. Thump. Thump. Bang. Thump. Thump. Thump. Bang. Thump. Thump. Thump. Bang. Thump. Thump. Thump. BANG!
And a special thanks to anyone who has offered pity! ^_^ Thank goodness I'm not cold anymore. (Readers: -_- Well, it's about time!)
WARNING! Prepare yourself, mortal, for the lamest chapter in the world! And my 'sincere' apologies.
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Everyone turned to Kenny.
"What's the matter?" asked Ray, concerned. "And what are those pills for anyway?" The Chief turned slightly paler.
"T-those are Mr. D-Dickinson's jar of p-painkillers that I-I warned T-Tyson a-about earlier!" he stammered, pointing at the jar/bottle. Max looked at Ray and shrugged.
"I don't really see what's so bad about that." Replied Max. Kenny started to glare at Max a little. (A/N I know that he was OOC for a bit there, but he's got good reason to be.)
"Just read the label!" he exclaimed, slightly annoyed. Max took the jar/bottle from Kenny and began to read the label. Two minutes later, he gasped in shock (A/N Does it take him so long to read the thing???) and handed the bottle/jar back to Kenny in disbelief.
"What does it say?" asked Ray, anxiously. Kenny passed it jar/bottle over to him. Ray's eyes widened in shock. Then he looked over at Tyson then back at the Chief again.
"Do you think that he'll be okay?" he asked. Kenny shook his head.
"I'm not sure. The side effects may greatly vary, depending on his biotic structural composition and mass and the quantity of the pills taken, so there's no exact answer to whether he would be okay or not." Replied Kenny, sadly. Max walked over to Tyson cautiously and felt his wrist frantically for a pulse.
"At least he's still alive." He said, trying to look on the bright side of things. Kenny flung his hands into the air in desperation.
"Gah! What good does that do?" he asked. "Of course he's alive! You can hear him snoring!" he exclaimed. Then Ray spoke up.
"Maybe it would be easier for us if we figure out how many pills he took. Then we might be able to figure out his symptoms and how to cure him." He suggested. Kenny started to pull his hair in desperation.
"How do you suppose we find out how much he ate? Cut open his stomach?" he asked.
"Well, we could just check how many pills are missing from the jar/bottle/container, ya know." Advised Dizzi, suddenly turning on, and causing everyone to jump again. "Hey was it something I said?" she asked.
"Well, let's see, does anyone know how many pills were in here in the first place?" asked Max.
"Let see," began Ray, "The jar/bottle/container says that there should be twelve pills in here all together." Max leaned over and peered at the jar, then leaned back in disgust.
"Twelve pills for a total of fifteen dollars?" he asked, frowning. Kenny sighed.
"That's not the point, Max," said Ray, slightly annoyed. Max smile apologetically.
"Oops. Sorry." He said. "Okay, so we know how many pills there were at the beginning. Now what are we going to do?" asked Max.
"Now we need to find out how many pills Mr. Dickinson took." Concluded Ray.
~Ten Minutes Later~
Max ran back into the kitchen where Kenny and Ray were trying various ways to wake Tyson up.
"Hey guys, I just called Mr. Dickinson and he told me that he took exactly five pills all together!" he exclaimed.
"So according to the fact that there are exactly six pills in the jar plus the half of a pill that Ray found, I think that it's safe to say that Tyson only took exactly half a pill." Concluded the Chief. "Now we can come up with a plan as to how to cure him!"
"That's great!" shouted Max, pumping his fist into the air.
"By the way, did you think of any solutions yet?" asked Ray. Max started rummaging through his pocket for something.
"As a matter of fact, I did." He replied. "I came up with a small list of some possible solutions. Now if only I can find it!" Then he pulled out what seemed like a small roll of paper. "Ah, here it is," he said at last and let the paper drop to the ground but it wasn't the only thing that reached the ground. Kenny and Ray's jaws both followed shortly after. The list looked between roughly two to three meters long.
"That...is small?" they asked in unison. Max didn't seem to hear them but started to read out the list instead.
"Number one: Shake him as hard as you possibly can.
Number two: Put a hot pepper in his mouth.
Number three: Kick his ribs.
Number four: Use smelling salts.
Number five: Yell in his face.
Number six: Use a fire hose.
Number seven: Resort to gentle persuasion.
Number eight: Ask him nicely.
Number nine: Start singing 'Jingle Bells'.
Number ten: Stamp around on the ground.
Number eleven: Tempt him with tasty morsels. (Whatever that is.)
Number twelve: Use patience.
Number thirteen:................................................................... .........................................................................." (A/N You get the idea.)
"Or we can just mix up an antidote using the information we've already collected." Interrupted Kenny. Max stopped reading and threw the paper away.
"Oh. I was just going to say that." He said brightly. Ray groaned.
"Well, lets just get to work." He said. "By the way, have you guys seen Kai around?"
~Meanwhile~
'I'm sure I heard something up here. I'll just have to keep looking.' Kai slowly made his way through the dark hall, feeling the walls with his hand.
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Done! What do you think Kai heard? Where is he going? Don't ask me! I don't know. Don't worry; I'll be posting another chapter soon! Just don't want this one to be too long. Bye for now!
Sowry fwor making this chapta borwin. *cries*
(Translation: Sorry for making this chapter boring.)
Disclaimer- Alright, I own Beyblade! What cha gonna do? -_- Okay, I don't own it. *sighs*
*starts bawling* W-hy d-id t-hey j-ust h-ave t-o e-nd I-t r-ight t-here? IT WAS JUST GETTING EXTREMELY GOOD!!! Why? Why?! WHY?!?! *starts to bang head against the wall* Thump. Thump. Thump. Bang. Thump. Thump. Thump. Bang. Thump. Thump. Thump. Bang. Thump. Thump. Thump. BANG!
And a special thanks to anyone who has offered pity! ^_^ Thank goodness I'm not cold anymore. (Readers: -_- Well, it's about time!)
WARNING! Prepare yourself, mortal, for the lamest chapter in the world! And my 'sincere' apologies.
* * *
Everyone turned to Kenny.
"What's the matter?" asked Ray, concerned. "And what are those pills for anyway?" The Chief turned slightly paler.
"T-those are Mr. D-Dickinson's jar of p-painkillers that I-I warned T-Tyson a-about earlier!" he stammered, pointing at the jar/bottle. Max looked at Ray and shrugged.
"I don't really see what's so bad about that." Replied Max. Kenny started to glare at Max a little. (A/N I know that he was OOC for a bit there, but he's got good reason to be.)
"Just read the label!" he exclaimed, slightly annoyed. Max took the jar/bottle from Kenny and began to read the label. Two minutes later, he gasped in shock (A/N Does it take him so long to read the thing???) and handed the bottle/jar back to Kenny in disbelief.
"What does it say?" asked Ray, anxiously. Kenny passed it jar/bottle over to him. Ray's eyes widened in shock. Then he looked over at Tyson then back at the Chief again.
"Do you think that he'll be okay?" he asked. Kenny shook his head.
"I'm not sure. The side effects may greatly vary, depending on his biotic structural composition and mass and the quantity of the pills taken, so there's no exact answer to whether he would be okay or not." Replied Kenny, sadly. Max walked over to Tyson cautiously and felt his wrist frantically for a pulse.
"At least he's still alive." He said, trying to look on the bright side of things. Kenny flung his hands into the air in desperation.
"Gah! What good does that do?" he asked. "Of course he's alive! You can hear him snoring!" he exclaimed. Then Ray spoke up.
"Maybe it would be easier for us if we figure out how many pills he took. Then we might be able to figure out his symptoms and how to cure him." He suggested. Kenny started to pull his hair in desperation.
"How do you suppose we find out how much he ate? Cut open his stomach?" he asked.
"Well, we could just check how many pills are missing from the jar/bottle/container, ya know." Advised Dizzi, suddenly turning on, and causing everyone to jump again. "Hey was it something I said?" she asked.
"Well, let's see, does anyone know how many pills were in here in the first place?" asked Max.
"Let see," began Ray, "The jar/bottle/container says that there should be twelve pills in here all together." Max leaned over and peered at the jar, then leaned back in disgust.
"Twelve pills for a total of fifteen dollars?" he asked, frowning. Kenny sighed.
"That's not the point, Max," said Ray, slightly annoyed. Max smile apologetically.
"Oops. Sorry." He said. "Okay, so we know how many pills there were at the beginning. Now what are we going to do?" asked Max.
"Now we need to find out how many pills Mr. Dickinson took." Concluded Ray.
~Ten Minutes Later~
Max ran back into the kitchen where Kenny and Ray were trying various ways to wake Tyson up.
"Hey guys, I just called Mr. Dickinson and he told me that he took exactly five pills all together!" he exclaimed.
"So according to the fact that there are exactly six pills in the jar plus the half of a pill that Ray found, I think that it's safe to say that Tyson only took exactly half a pill." Concluded the Chief. "Now we can come up with a plan as to how to cure him!"
"That's great!" shouted Max, pumping his fist into the air.
"By the way, did you think of any solutions yet?" asked Ray. Max started rummaging through his pocket for something.
"As a matter of fact, I did." He replied. "I came up with a small list of some possible solutions. Now if only I can find it!" Then he pulled out what seemed like a small roll of paper. "Ah, here it is," he said at last and let the paper drop to the ground but it wasn't the only thing that reached the ground. Kenny and Ray's jaws both followed shortly after. The list looked between roughly two to three meters long.
"That...is small?" they asked in unison. Max didn't seem to hear them but started to read out the list instead.
"Number one: Shake him as hard as you possibly can.
Number two: Put a hot pepper in his mouth.
Number three: Kick his ribs.
Number four: Use smelling salts.
Number five: Yell in his face.
Number six: Use a fire hose.
Number seven: Resort to gentle persuasion.
Number eight: Ask him nicely.
Number nine: Start singing 'Jingle Bells'.
Number ten: Stamp around on the ground.
Number eleven: Tempt him with tasty morsels. (Whatever that is.)
Number twelve: Use patience.
Number thirteen:................................................................... .........................................................................." (A/N You get the idea.)
"Or we can just mix up an antidote using the information we've already collected." Interrupted Kenny. Max stopped reading and threw the paper away.
"Oh. I was just going to say that." He said brightly. Ray groaned.
"Well, lets just get to work." He said. "By the way, have you guys seen Kai around?"
~Meanwhile~
'I'm sure I heard something up here. I'll just have to keep looking.' Kai slowly made his way through the dark hall, feeling the walls with his hand.
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Done! What do you think Kai heard? Where is he going? Don't ask me! I don't know. Don't worry; I'll be posting another chapter soon! Just don't want this one to be too long. Bye for now!
Sowry fwor making this chapta borwin. *cries*
(Translation: Sorry for making this chapter boring.)