'stoners in paradise'
smoke poured out of inu-yasha's room, coupled with frequent giggles
"dude, make inu-yasha's house a fraternity, man"
"yeah, man, I mean we got weed-"
"-reefer-"
"-miroku calls it reefer, beer-"
"-budweiser-"
"-miroku calls it budweiser, porn-"
"-ography-"
"-miroku calls it pornography and umm... hey, we don't have any babes, man"
"yeah, inu-yasha, this not cool, a frat party should have babes, man"
"yeah, we need to get babes"
inu-yasha looked at miroku and naraku
"hey dudes, shut up, man, we just need to think, what do babes dig, man?"
"do they like hot guys?"
"miroku, none of us are hot, we leave that to sesshoumaru"
"well the dig like, yorkshire terriers"
"yeah, about any itty-bitty dog will work"
"dude, I don't have a dog"
"we could... like... get dog ears surgically grafted to your head..."
"dude, that's the stupidest idea I've ever heard"
naraku nodded
"inu-yasha, man, I think it might actually work, man"
"whatever, man, whatever, just get some babes"
inu-yasha giggled
"dude, I just noticed, 'miroku' is like 'naraku' with a 'm'"
inu-yasha giggled, everything was going as planned
"okay, dooder, we want you to surgically plant dog ears on my head, man"
the receptionist looked at him, his face dead serious
"why would you want something like that, kind sir?"
inu-yasha pointed a limp finger at hime
"well, first of all, we're both stoned out of our minds-"
"-yeah, man, and we got cash, man"
the receptionist looked at inu-yasha, then at naraku, then back at inu-yasha
"I assume you've both have just been smoking a doobie, eh?"
inu-yasha smiled drunkenly
"yeah, and miroku brought porn...and beer"
"dude, miroku is awesome"
"YEAH!"
they smashed thier heads together
"so, uh, can you ask plastic-surgery-guy to do my friend over here?"
"do me?"
"you know, 'do' as in like 'surgery-etise'"
"oh, good"
"so how much will this cost, man?"
"well, first of all, how much do you have?"
both boys fumbeled with thier bockets and put it all on the table: a roll of nickels, lyrics to thier new song 'spring break at the nudist colony' and a twenty dollar bill
"so, my most awsomest receptionist, can you do it?"
the receptionist grabbed the pile and stuck it all in the cash register
"yes, if you don't want any anesthetic"
"oh, it's cool, we have beer"
...the next morning...
inu-yasha cradeled his aching head, it felt as if a hobo weilding a hatchet had just been duct taped directly to his brain
"man, what did we do last night"
"well, you wouldn't remember, we all got drunk and you decided getting dog ears on your head would make chicks like you"
"well, if we all got drunk, why do you remember?"
"well, I only got kinda drunk, you got really drunk."
"oh, that kinda makes sense"
inu-yasha felt the top of his head, and froze
"you're serious, aren't you"
"dude, there are dog ears on top of your head, I wasn't joking"
"you mean you let me get cut open by some whacktard and you let him stick dog ears in me?"
"hey, it was your idea, we were just chanting 'do it'"
"dude, go to 'realultimatepower. net'"
jaken leaned over from his crappy library computer
"why?"
"just shut up and do it, you little prick"
"whatever"
inu-yasha glanced at the computer, having only a bare understanding of reading and writing only one word caught his eye
'...ninjas...'
he kicked the annoing little wusshole out of the seat and took his spot on the computer
"hey, miroku, check this out, 'a ninja's job is to run around and kill people'"
"dude, you could be a ninja"
"I so totally could man, I just need a sword, and an almost limitless supply of mind-bending drugs"
"well, I can get you the sword, the sell them at the uwajimaya for, like, fifty cents, man"
"dude, everything at uwajimaya is fifty cents"
"dude, if you know that, you spend way too much time there"
smoke once again poured out of inu-yasha's bedroom
"dude, I just thought of the awesomest thing, man-"
"-dude, I know what you're going to say, man, like telepathy, man-"
"-okay, okay, the only reason we die is because we accept it as an inevitability"
shesshoumaru walked in, curious about the smoke billowing from under the door
"dude, little brother, where did you get all this stuff?"
"from miroku's hyptnotisim"
"yeah, man, that stuff is awesome"
"okay, you guys are so wasted"
naraku leaned over to shesshoumaru, almost falling down
"I wish I had a nice girl like you"
shesshoumaru, royally freaked out, ran out of the room, almost tripping on the remenants of the disabled smoke detector.
"dude, inu-yasha, your sister is hot."
"dude, miroku, that was my brother, shesshoumaru"
"oh, dang, well, darn, I thought I had a chance with him..."
"aw... it's okay, you'll find a better boyfriend"
"I know, wait... boyfriend?"
"well, my brother *is* a guy"
"yeah?"
"and you thought he was hot"
"that was when I thought he was a chick"
"oh, well, that sounded wrong"
"let us not speak of this conversation ever again"
"agreed"
"dude, we're out of popcorn"
"oh, screw you miroku"
"dude, what are we gonna watch, man?
"well, I was thinking of 'bill and ted' but, they're gay-"
"-just like sesshoumaru and naraku together?"
"good one, miroku, and 'wayne's world' might motivate you to grow your hair out"
"so, what are we watching? all the good rocker and stoner movies are gone"
"well, we're watching MOST EXTREME ELIMINATION CHALLENGE!"
"what is it?"
"oh, just some poorly dubbed japanese game show, its freaking hilarious"
"really, I'm so glad that we're not japanese"
"yeah, 'cuz then we would always have our lip movements and voice out of sync and then we would have little letters on the ground"
"you mean subtitles?"
"whatever"
"those aren't real, and japanese people normally aren't poorly dubbed"
"oh, whatever"
"idiot"
*finis*
smoke poured out of inu-yasha's room, coupled with frequent giggles
"dude, make inu-yasha's house a fraternity, man"
"yeah, man, I mean we got weed-"
"-reefer-"
"-miroku calls it reefer, beer-"
"-budweiser-"
"-miroku calls it budweiser, porn-"
"-ography-"
"-miroku calls it pornography and umm... hey, we don't have any babes, man"
"yeah, inu-yasha, this not cool, a frat party should have babes, man"
"yeah, we need to get babes"
inu-yasha looked at miroku and naraku
"hey dudes, shut up, man, we just need to think, what do babes dig, man?"
"do they like hot guys?"
"miroku, none of us are hot, we leave that to sesshoumaru"
"well the dig like, yorkshire terriers"
"yeah, about any itty-bitty dog will work"
"dude, I don't have a dog"
"we could... like... get dog ears surgically grafted to your head..."
"dude, that's the stupidest idea I've ever heard"
naraku nodded
"inu-yasha, man, I think it might actually work, man"
"whatever, man, whatever, just get some babes"
inu-yasha giggled
"dude, I just noticed, 'miroku' is like 'naraku' with a 'm'"
inu-yasha giggled, everything was going as planned
"okay, dooder, we want you to surgically plant dog ears on my head, man"
the receptionist looked at him, his face dead serious
"why would you want something like that, kind sir?"
inu-yasha pointed a limp finger at hime
"well, first of all, we're both stoned out of our minds-"
"-yeah, man, and we got cash, man"
the receptionist looked at inu-yasha, then at naraku, then back at inu-yasha
"I assume you've both have just been smoking a doobie, eh?"
inu-yasha smiled drunkenly
"yeah, and miroku brought porn...and beer"
"dude, miroku is awesome"
"YEAH!"
they smashed thier heads together
"so, uh, can you ask plastic-surgery-guy to do my friend over here?"
"do me?"
"you know, 'do' as in like 'surgery-etise'"
"oh, good"
"so how much will this cost, man?"
"well, first of all, how much do you have?"
both boys fumbeled with thier bockets and put it all on the table: a roll of nickels, lyrics to thier new song 'spring break at the nudist colony' and a twenty dollar bill
"so, my most awsomest receptionist, can you do it?"
the receptionist grabbed the pile and stuck it all in the cash register
"yes, if you don't want any anesthetic"
"oh, it's cool, we have beer"
...the next morning...
inu-yasha cradeled his aching head, it felt as if a hobo weilding a hatchet had just been duct taped directly to his brain
"man, what did we do last night"
"well, you wouldn't remember, we all got drunk and you decided getting dog ears on your head would make chicks like you"
"well, if we all got drunk, why do you remember?"
"well, I only got kinda drunk, you got really drunk."
"oh, that kinda makes sense"
inu-yasha felt the top of his head, and froze
"you're serious, aren't you"
"dude, there are dog ears on top of your head, I wasn't joking"
"you mean you let me get cut open by some whacktard and you let him stick dog ears in me?"
"hey, it was your idea, we were just chanting 'do it'"
"dude, go to 'realultimatepower. net'"
jaken leaned over from his crappy library computer
"why?"
"just shut up and do it, you little prick"
"whatever"
inu-yasha glanced at the computer, having only a bare understanding of reading and writing only one word caught his eye
'...ninjas...'
he kicked the annoing little wusshole out of the seat and took his spot on the computer
"hey, miroku, check this out, 'a ninja's job is to run around and kill people'"
"dude, you could be a ninja"
"I so totally could man, I just need a sword, and an almost limitless supply of mind-bending drugs"
"well, I can get you the sword, the sell them at the uwajimaya for, like, fifty cents, man"
"dude, everything at uwajimaya is fifty cents"
"dude, if you know that, you spend way too much time there"
smoke once again poured out of inu-yasha's bedroom
"dude, I just thought of the awesomest thing, man-"
"-dude, I know what you're going to say, man, like telepathy, man-"
"-okay, okay, the only reason we die is because we accept it as an inevitability"
shesshoumaru walked in, curious about the smoke billowing from under the door
"dude, little brother, where did you get all this stuff?"
"from miroku's hyptnotisim"
"yeah, man, that stuff is awesome"
"okay, you guys are so wasted"
naraku leaned over to shesshoumaru, almost falling down
"I wish I had a nice girl like you"
shesshoumaru, royally freaked out, ran out of the room, almost tripping on the remenants of the disabled smoke detector.
"dude, inu-yasha, your sister is hot."
"dude, miroku, that was my brother, shesshoumaru"
"oh, dang, well, darn, I thought I had a chance with him..."
"aw... it's okay, you'll find a better boyfriend"
"I know, wait... boyfriend?"
"well, my brother *is* a guy"
"yeah?"
"and you thought he was hot"
"that was when I thought he was a chick"
"oh, well, that sounded wrong"
"let us not speak of this conversation ever again"
"agreed"
"dude, we're out of popcorn"
"oh, screw you miroku"
"dude, what are we gonna watch, man?
"well, I was thinking of 'bill and ted' but, they're gay-"
"-just like sesshoumaru and naraku together?"
"good one, miroku, and 'wayne's world' might motivate you to grow your hair out"
"so, what are we watching? all the good rocker and stoner movies are gone"
"well, we're watching MOST EXTREME ELIMINATION CHALLENGE!"
"what is it?"
"oh, just some poorly dubbed japanese game show, its freaking hilarious"
"really, I'm so glad that we're not japanese"
"yeah, 'cuz then we would always have our lip movements and voice out of sync and then we would have little letters on the ground"
"you mean subtitles?"
"whatever"
"those aren't real, and japanese people normally aren't poorly dubbed"
"oh, whatever"
"idiot"
*finis*