Trigun-Stuck in the Elevator! - Chapter 2
By themetroidhunter152
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tmh152- Next chapter, here we come! I mean, here I have........ it. Okay, um............ um............. cough, cough. YYYYYYYYYYYYeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.
Samus- Oh shutup and get on with it!
tmh152- PMS'ing are you?
Samus- oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHH! Shut the f*&k up! (punches me out)
Samus- Wow. (Slapping hands together as if trying to get dust off of her hands, or, the 'and that's that' gesture)
Samus- Okay, now, the fic is called Trigun: Stuck in the Elevator (hope you know that), and is rated PG-13 for language, crude humor, and violence. (Read this chapter to find out, someone commits suicide....) (coughs: Millie!) This is Chapter 2. Lets go!
tmh152- Byeeee! (Has bruises and bumps with 'x's' in the center of them!
Samus- Shutup! I'm not done with YOU yet!
tmh152- bitch..........
(Samus smacks me and beats the pulp out of me)
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And, they all entered the elevator. They crowded in, the company of silliness. A wanted man, a dead man, and two insurance representatives. Odd, yes, but also funny. Odd = Funny. Usually. Ok, so................ Vash presses the button for the correct floor. (But little do they know, they wont reach it for a long time! - author)
"Hey!" Vash exclaimed "It won't go! The doors closed, but the damn thing won't go!" he exclaimed again. "Watch your language!" Millie said. "shutup you self-serving, goodie-goodie two-shoes, fat ass, good for nothing bitch!" he said. "Sniffle. Sniffle." was all that could be heard from Millie. She shoots herself with one of Meryl's small guns.
"Whoah." was what everybody said in unison. "Okay, enough for this chapter!" said Woolfwood. "um , you mind explaining the body of the recently, or, VERY recently deceased Millie Thompson not BEING HERE!?!?!?!?!?" she bellowed out. Vash took a tiny step backwards. "Um, I don't know?" Woolfwood said. "Sad, because you're the one who, erm, dropped your 'anchor' in her 'port' if you know what I mean." Meryl said with a derisive note in her tone.
"erm........ Uncomfortable situation......" Woolfwood said. "So's your face, so shutup." "Ok." he replied. The elevator started moving upward, and then, halfway, stopped again. "OOOOOOOOOKKKKKKKKKKKK......................................." everybody said at the same time.
"Um, how about we end this chapter now, and get back on the real problem, the elevator, which is what this whole story's supposed to be about, next chapter? Huh? Huh?" Vash said.
"Ok!" all of them said together.
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By themetroidhunter152
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tmh152- Next chapter, here we come! I mean, here I have........ it. Okay, um............ um............. cough, cough. YYYYYYYYYYYYeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.
Samus- Oh shutup and get on with it!
tmh152- PMS'ing are you?
Samus- oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHH! Shut the f*&k up! (punches me out)
Samus- Wow. (Slapping hands together as if trying to get dust off of her hands, or, the 'and that's that' gesture)
Samus- Okay, now, the fic is called Trigun: Stuck in the Elevator (hope you know that), and is rated PG-13 for language, crude humor, and violence. (Read this chapter to find out, someone commits suicide....) (coughs: Millie!) This is Chapter 2. Lets go!
tmh152- Byeeee! (Has bruises and bumps with 'x's' in the center of them!
Samus- Shutup! I'm not done with YOU yet!
tmh152- bitch..........
(Samus smacks me and beats the pulp out of me)
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And, they all entered the elevator. They crowded in, the company of silliness. A wanted man, a dead man, and two insurance representatives. Odd, yes, but also funny. Odd = Funny. Usually. Ok, so................ Vash presses the button for the correct floor. (But little do they know, they wont reach it for a long time! - author)
"Hey!" Vash exclaimed "It won't go! The doors closed, but the damn thing won't go!" he exclaimed again. "Watch your language!" Millie said. "shutup you self-serving, goodie-goodie two-shoes, fat ass, good for nothing bitch!" he said. "Sniffle. Sniffle." was all that could be heard from Millie. She shoots herself with one of Meryl's small guns.
"Whoah." was what everybody said in unison. "Okay, enough for this chapter!" said Woolfwood. "um , you mind explaining the body of the recently, or, VERY recently deceased Millie Thompson not BEING HERE!?!?!?!?!?" she bellowed out. Vash took a tiny step backwards. "Um, I don't know?" Woolfwood said. "Sad, because you're the one who, erm, dropped your 'anchor' in her 'port' if you know what I mean." Meryl said with a derisive note in her tone.
"erm........ Uncomfortable situation......" Woolfwood said. "So's your face, so shutup." "Ok." he replied. The elevator started moving upward, and then, halfway, stopped again. "OOOOOOOOOKKKKKKKKKKKK......................................." everybody said at the same time.
"Um, how about we end this chapter now, and get back on the real problem, the elevator, which is what this whole story's supposed to be about, next chapter? Huh? Huh?" Vash said.
"Ok!" all of them said together.
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