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YC: The "votes" are in. Well, ok, so three or four is pretty...bleh. But hey, those of you who were KIND ENOUGH to review and tell me are AWSOME. And, the winner is...
PeopleInsideYC'sHead: Legato?
YC: Shhhh!! The winner isssssss...KNIVES!
PIYCH: Darn. We wanted to take better advantage of Legato with all that blackmail we owe that guy.
YC: Very insane chapter coming up! You are warned. ^_^;;
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Chapter Two: The Good, the Bad, and the Clinically Insane
YC: ZING!
=========
*its pitch black, and a deep voice is heard....again. Except its really monotonous.*
Voice: Blah, blah, blah, welcome to The Trigun Talkshow of Torture and No Purpose. Your host, Yuneek Chikinz.
*lights come on to the same setting as last time; a pastelish baje room with a couch, an ominous looking wooden chair, and a clear glass-top desk with papers on it. Fake plants dot the areas around the walls.*
YC: We got a new Voice. Anywho, welcome Audience People (and Readers) to the Trigun Talkshow of Torture and No Purpose! Like the wonderfully patient voice said, I am your host, Yuneek Chikinz. AKA: YC. I decided to extend Interview Day to Interview Few Days so we can be all random and junk and scare the hell out of you guys.
Audience: *cheers*
YC: ^^; Today, our special guest is Millions Knives!!
Audience: ......*cheers*
YC: O_O......Millions Knives! The er...wonderful...*coughs*...person..plant..thing...who let me rent this little room we converted into a studio!!
Audience: *cheers*
NewDirector: *obviously new, shaking slightly, out of fear and possibly paranoia.* D-don't forget m-me!
YC: YEAH! We can't forget our new director dude! We just call him Newbie or N.D.
Audience: *cheers*
YC: Before we move on, I'd like to point out that if there are any typo's in this chapter that are purposefully done so, I'll point that out. If I don't point a typo out, its a mistake.
Audience: *cheers*
YC: oO; ...........Who had breakfast this morning? I didn't, that's for sure.
Audience: *cheers*
YC: ............
Audience: *cheers again*
YC: STOP CHEERING ALREADY!!
Audience: .........*in the complete silence, they play the crickets tape. A man barely seen in the back coughs quietly.*
YC: YAY! Ok, Security, please be kind enough to bring out our special guest, wouldn't you?
*Middy & E.G. drag out a struggling Knives in a straight jacket. Their faces look slightly sad*
Knives: *BEAVER*DAM-- YOU ALL!!
YC: Awww, sorry guys, I know it sucks to bag up your own lord and Master and ruthlessly drag him into his own halls of torture where he himself will almost loose his sanity. Its enough to make you cry, but I'm paying you extra, right?
Midvalley: I'll see you at eight then?
YC: *throws a book at Middy's face* I'm paying MONEY you horny....er...I'm paying MONEY you sick person thing!
Midvalley: ACK! *gets beaned in the head with an Algebra 1 textbook. falls over senseless onto Knives*
Knives: *screams like a girl* AHH! GET IT OFF! ITS TOUCHING ME!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
E.G.: Should I take him to the chair, chicken$h!t?
YC: ......O_O.......*shakes her head* yeah, yeah, just dump Middy over there next to the trashcan. Thanks E.G.
E.G.:*sighs and does what he's told, dumping Middy INTO the trashcan and dragging Knives to the wooden chair and setting him in it. Walks off the set.*
YC: Yay! Ok, let's get started! *snaps her fingers and the iron clasps bind Knives into the chair.*
RandomGuyFromtheAudience: Can we cheer now?
YC: o_o yeah! Just don't cheer after every sentence.
RGFA: WHOO!! *sits down*
Audience: *cheers*
Knives: You laugh now, but one day all of you weak spiders will die by my hands!!
YC: That's nice dear. Let's all give a big hand to Millions Knives!
Audience: *cheers*
YC: Ok Knives, I'd like to start off and say thank you again for letting me rent this room...studio..thing.
Knives: *disgusted look on his face*..........
YC: So...can you answer a few questions for us?
Knives: Fine. If it gets you stinking humans off my back. Go ahead, I'm waiting.
YC: SWEET! Ok, first question, why did you choose to put "millions" in front of your name? Its not that I don't like it, but you can't help but wonder.
Knives: I didn't think that any other of those humans would remember what a million was, and I was extremely bored. I would have changed it but it stuck with them, so that's how it is.
YC: Ooooo....ok, onto the next question.....Why do you blame the ...humans...for using plants as power sources when it was your fault they crashed on Gunsmoke in the first place?
Knives: o.o..........I have no idea. And if you ask me again, I'll hunt you down, and kill you.
YC: Whoa....threatened! COOL!! Oh and steal Vash's gun and kill me with that if you don't mind, if you DO hunt me down, and kill me.
Knives: ..............
YC: Are you still mad about that Tasty Hairs thing? The Milly incident was completely out of our range of...ness. o_o; We had no idea, maaaan!!
Knives: ..........coughHIPPIEcough.........
YC: HEY! I remember the sixties, which means I wasn't there!! Mr. I-LOVE-CAREBEARS!! xP
Knives: GASP! *goes red* that was....my evil twin!
YC: Wait...you're evil! Ok, I'm confused.
Old Man: Yes I am.
YC: O.O;;
Knives: Then it was......my GOOD twin!
Vash: SHUT UP! I AM your good twin!! Ok, I admit Rem DID drop me on my head a few times when I was still a baby for that short period of time, but I am not THAT screwed up!
Knives: What the--where did you come from?! *glares at Vash*
Vash: YC HE'S GLARING AT ME AGAIN!!
PIYCH: *snaps their fingers* Legato, please bring out the duct tape.
Legato: *comes out wearing the same pink frilly too-small dress with a matching pink bow to boot in his hair, and walks to the duct tape.* Yes....Masters.....
Duct Tape: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! RESTRAINING ORDER! RESTRAAAAAINING ORDEEEEEEER!!!!!!!!!!
*The duct tape suddenly has feet and runs around being cased by Legato.*
YC: LEGATO? IN A FIVE YEAR OLD'S DRESS? RUNNING?! IT BURNS!!! MY EYES!! MY VIRGIN EYEEEEEEEES!!
New Director: WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE ANYWAY?! *keels over off the director's platform and faints to the ground*
YC: GAH! NOT AGAIN! *runs over to Knives and grabs him by the shoulders.* WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!
Audience: *watches the pandemonium in amazement.*
YC: *pushes the shiny red button from nowhere and the sign above the audience that says "Stare at the Pandemonium in Awe" changes to "Scream and Run Around In Circles".*
Audience: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! *screams and runs around in circles.*
Vash: OMG! DONUTS DON'T EXIST IN THIS BUILDING? NOOOOO!! WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO ME?! *cries his maniac crying*
Knives: O.O;
Person Watching This On TV: Whoa....they're causing more chaos and pandemonium and destruction than the twins could manage in fifteen minutes?
Other Person Watching This On TV: Who knew?
*The readers (Yes, that's you.) suddenly see flames and the "film" breaks and the scenes become separated because...well...its burning. Everything is suddenly black.*
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YC: *in bandages. Has eyepatches on her eyes, and sitting in a hospital bed.* Again, my chapter ends without a plot and in scary pandemonium. *sighs*
Legato: *in the next bed over, less slurring and monotonous* You need a thesorous.
YC: Yeah, but I'm bored. Using the same word so many times is--EXPLODING CHICKENS! *head lolls over onto her chest and YC drools a little*
Nurseh: Uh huh. Like, random things like that are like....side-effects for her like....injuries.
Knives: *In the bed on YC's other side, mumbling to himself*
Nurseh: Yah. He went like, all schitzo n stuff. Or like, crazy...er.
Rem's Ghost: Hi there! ^^; Since Miss YC is out, she told me to tell this to you readers if she was out. *reads off a paper* Umm....
"REVIEW OR ELSE!! OO; & Tankies for reading, again. I'm always out of ideas, so tell me who the next poor soul is to be on our show. Your choices are:
Legato
Rem/Rem's Ghost
Vash
Meryl
or anyone else you can think of. Have fun, sorry this chapter was...strange.~YC, maaaaan!"
Rem's Ghost: *looks down at the paper. Blinks* Well...bye-bye!!
Duct Tape: LAAAAAAAAME! You could come with a better ending than THAT!
Legato: *coughs loudly*
Duct Tape: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! Oh wait, your in a hospital bed...phew.
Legato: *uses his telekenisis and makes the Tape float over to his bed. Glares evilly.*
Duct Tape: NOOO! HAVE MERC--
*****
THE END.
(to this chapter, of course. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!! LONG LIVE THE RUBBER CHICKENS!!)
YC: The "votes" are in. Well, ok, so three or four is pretty...bleh. But hey, those of you who were KIND ENOUGH to review and tell me are AWSOME. And, the winner is...
PeopleInsideYC'sHead: Legato?
YC: Shhhh!! The winner isssssss...KNIVES!
PIYCH: Darn. We wanted to take better advantage of Legato with all that blackmail we owe that guy.
YC: Very insane chapter coming up! You are warned. ^_^;;
********
Chapter Two: The Good, the Bad, and the Clinically Insane
YC: ZING!
=========
*its pitch black, and a deep voice is heard....again. Except its really monotonous.*
Voice: Blah, blah, blah, welcome to The Trigun Talkshow of Torture and No Purpose. Your host, Yuneek Chikinz.
*lights come on to the same setting as last time; a pastelish baje room with a couch, an ominous looking wooden chair, and a clear glass-top desk with papers on it. Fake plants dot the areas around the walls.*
YC: We got a new Voice. Anywho, welcome Audience People (and Readers) to the Trigun Talkshow of Torture and No Purpose! Like the wonderfully patient voice said, I am your host, Yuneek Chikinz. AKA: YC. I decided to extend Interview Day to Interview Few Days so we can be all random and junk and scare the hell out of you guys.
Audience: *cheers*
YC: ^^; Today, our special guest is Millions Knives!!
Audience: ......*cheers*
YC: O_O......Millions Knives! The er...wonderful...*coughs*...person..plant..thing...who let me rent this little room we converted into a studio!!
Audience: *cheers*
NewDirector: *obviously new, shaking slightly, out of fear and possibly paranoia.* D-don't forget m-me!
YC: YEAH! We can't forget our new director dude! We just call him Newbie or N.D.
Audience: *cheers*
YC: Before we move on, I'd like to point out that if there are any typo's in this chapter that are purposefully done so, I'll point that out. If I don't point a typo out, its a mistake.
Audience: *cheers*
YC: oO; ...........Who had breakfast this morning? I didn't, that's for sure.
Audience: *cheers*
YC: ............
Audience: *cheers again*
YC: STOP CHEERING ALREADY!!
Audience: .........*in the complete silence, they play the crickets tape. A man barely seen in the back coughs quietly.*
YC: YAY! Ok, Security, please be kind enough to bring out our special guest, wouldn't you?
*Middy & E.G. drag out a struggling Knives in a straight jacket. Their faces look slightly sad*
Knives: *BEAVER*DAM-- YOU ALL!!
YC: Awww, sorry guys, I know it sucks to bag up your own lord and Master and ruthlessly drag him into his own halls of torture where he himself will almost loose his sanity. Its enough to make you cry, but I'm paying you extra, right?
Midvalley: I'll see you at eight then?
YC: *throws a book at Middy's face* I'm paying MONEY you horny....er...I'm paying MONEY you sick person thing!
Midvalley: ACK! *gets beaned in the head with an Algebra 1 textbook. falls over senseless onto Knives*
Knives: *screams like a girl* AHH! GET IT OFF! ITS TOUCHING ME!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
E.G.: Should I take him to the chair, chicken$h!t?
YC: ......O_O.......*shakes her head* yeah, yeah, just dump Middy over there next to the trashcan. Thanks E.G.
E.G.:*sighs and does what he's told, dumping Middy INTO the trashcan and dragging Knives to the wooden chair and setting him in it. Walks off the set.*
YC: Yay! Ok, let's get started! *snaps her fingers and the iron clasps bind Knives into the chair.*
RandomGuyFromtheAudience: Can we cheer now?
YC: o_o yeah! Just don't cheer after every sentence.
RGFA: WHOO!! *sits down*
Audience: *cheers*
Knives: You laugh now, but one day all of you weak spiders will die by my hands!!
YC: That's nice dear. Let's all give a big hand to Millions Knives!
Audience: *cheers*
YC: Ok Knives, I'd like to start off and say thank you again for letting me rent this room...studio..thing.
Knives: *disgusted look on his face*..........
YC: So...can you answer a few questions for us?
Knives: Fine. If it gets you stinking humans off my back. Go ahead, I'm waiting.
YC: SWEET! Ok, first question, why did you choose to put "millions" in front of your name? Its not that I don't like it, but you can't help but wonder.
Knives: I didn't think that any other of those humans would remember what a million was, and I was extremely bored. I would have changed it but it stuck with them, so that's how it is.
YC: Ooooo....ok, onto the next question.....Why do you blame the ...humans...for using plants as power sources when it was your fault they crashed on Gunsmoke in the first place?
Knives: o.o..........I have no idea. And if you ask me again, I'll hunt you down, and kill you.
YC: Whoa....threatened! COOL!! Oh and steal Vash's gun and kill me with that if you don't mind, if you DO hunt me down, and kill me.
Knives: ..............
YC: Are you still mad about that Tasty Hairs thing? The Milly incident was completely out of our range of...ness. o_o; We had no idea, maaaan!!
Knives: ..........coughHIPPIEcough.........
YC: HEY! I remember the sixties, which means I wasn't there!! Mr. I-LOVE-CAREBEARS!! xP
Knives: GASP! *goes red* that was....my evil twin!
YC: Wait...you're evil! Ok, I'm confused.
Old Man: Yes I am.
YC: O.O;;
Knives: Then it was......my GOOD twin!
Vash: SHUT UP! I AM your good twin!! Ok, I admit Rem DID drop me on my head a few times when I was still a baby for that short period of time, but I am not THAT screwed up!
Knives: What the--where did you come from?! *glares at Vash*
Vash: YC HE'S GLARING AT ME AGAIN!!
PIYCH: *snaps their fingers* Legato, please bring out the duct tape.
Legato: *comes out wearing the same pink frilly too-small dress with a matching pink bow to boot in his hair, and walks to the duct tape.* Yes....Masters.....
Duct Tape: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! RESTRAINING ORDER! RESTRAAAAAINING ORDEEEEEEER!!!!!!!!!!
*The duct tape suddenly has feet and runs around being cased by Legato.*
YC: LEGATO? IN A FIVE YEAR OLD'S DRESS? RUNNING?! IT BURNS!!! MY EYES!! MY VIRGIN EYEEEEEEEES!!
New Director: WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE ANYWAY?! *keels over off the director's platform and faints to the ground*
YC: GAH! NOT AGAIN! *runs over to Knives and grabs him by the shoulders.* WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!
Audience: *watches the pandemonium in amazement.*
YC: *pushes the shiny red button from nowhere and the sign above the audience that says "Stare at the Pandemonium in Awe" changes to "Scream and Run Around In Circles".*
Audience: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! *screams and runs around in circles.*
Vash: OMG! DONUTS DON'T EXIST IN THIS BUILDING? NOOOOO!! WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO ME?! *cries his maniac crying*
Knives: O.O;
Person Watching This On TV: Whoa....they're causing more chaos and pandemonium and destruction than the twins could manage in fifteen minutes?
Other Person Watching This On TV: Who knew?
*The readers (Yes, that's you.) suddenly see flames and the "film" breaks and the scenes become separated because...well...its burning. Everything is suddenly black.*
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YC: *in bandages. Has eyepatches on her eyes, and sitting in a hospital bed.* Again, my chapter ends without a plot and in scary pandemonium. *sighs*
Legato: *in the next bed over, less slurring and monotonous* You need a thesorous.
YC: Yeah, but I'm bored. Using the same word so many times is--EXPLODING CHICKENS! *head lolls over onto her chest and YC drools a little*
Nurseh: Uh huh. Like, random things like that are like....side-effects for her like....injuries.
Knives: *In the bed on YC's other side, mumbling to himself*
Nurseh: Yah. He went like, all schitzo n stuff. Or like, crazy...er.
Rem's Ghost: Hi there! ^^; Since Miss YC is out, she told me to tell this to you readers if she was out. *reads off a paper* Umm....
"REVIEW OR ELSE!! OO; & Tankies for reading, again. I'm always out of ideas, so tell me who the next poor soul is to be on our show. Your choices are:
Legato
Rem/Rem's Ghost
Vash
Meryl
or anyone else you can think of. Have fun, sorry this chapter was...strange.~YC, maaaaan!"
Rem's Ghost: *looks down at the paper. Blinks* Well...bye-bye!!
Duct Tape: LAAAAAAAAME! You could come with a better ending than THAT!
Legato: *coughs loudly*
Duct Tape: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! Oh wait, your in a hospital bed...phew.
Legato: *uses his telekenisis and makes the Tape float over to his bed. Glares evilly.*
Duct Tape: NOOO! HAVE MERC--
*****
THE END.
(to this chapter, of course. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!! LONG LIVE THE RUBBER CHICKENS!!)