Our little Narakus quest for the monk was long and periless. He was
faced eith many questions and foreboding results. Such as; "What if I ask
that man with a bottle of rum for a gun?" "Should I wear boxers or briefs
today?" "Where is that God foresaken Monk?!" And, sometimes he wondered why
a guilt trip never worked on the ladies. "I thought what we had was
special....*tear*"
So, here we find our...um...villero (Villian/Hero)...Haha, villero...*Coughs* Sorry about that...Anywho, Naraku is awaiting his order, back at the psychiatrist. And his patience was getting thinner by each ticking second. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-to-SMASH, went the clock.
"That's it..." Naraku snarled as he marched up to this receptionist desk with a weird smiley face woman sitting behind it. "You.." He said in a low, threatining voice. "You did this to me!"
The girl only blinked in confusion, "Did what, Sir?"
Narakus anger rose. "Wh-what?! This!" He yelled as he pointed to the annilihated clock. "You drove me to this! It was a clock..An innocent clock! WHY?!"
"Oh, you're the one who needs prozac, huh?"
"....Are you stalking me?"
"Of course not." The girl said in defense, but she was actually thinking, 'Yea, so what? You're on everyones Hit List. Should it be a damned surprise?'
"Oh, alright....WHERE IS MY PROZAC!!!!!???"
"...It should be here, any minute now. Sooner or later. Yup, just you wait.."
The demon slowly pulled a gun from behind his back. "I need my prozac. I hope you know that."
The young girl nodded. Unusually calm for someone who had a gun pointed at their head.
"Good. So when I pull this trigger, it won't be murder. "
"Sir."
"What?"
"Your prozac's here."
Narakus eyes light up with false happiness. "Oh, goodie," Sarcasm dripped from every word, "Now, I can act like a medication freak on happy happy joy joy pills. Weee."
"That'll be $36.79"
He dug around in his pocket. "Hum..Here we are." Turning quickly, he begin to walk towards the door.
"Wait! This is only 60 cents...."
Naraku looked up. "Why yes, yes it is. I'm so glad you can count."
"I need $36.79."
"..I'll pay you later."
".....Excuse me?"
"Need I repeat myself?"
"GIVE ME THE DAMN MONEY!!!!!" She yelled as she jumped over the counter. Naraku, already having a plan, whipped out the metallic pistol, waving it in front of the girls face.
" IF YOU DO NOT.....Ooooh, shiny...I want to-"
"DON'T TOUCH IT!!!!" He hollered as his eyes widen in fury. Stroking the pistol, he backed out the door.
The girl lowered her head. Then began cackling insanely, holding up a $100 bill that she had swiped from him, somehow, someway. We do not know how. So don't ask. "What a moron..."
So, here we find our...um...villero (Villian/Hero)...Haha, villero...*Coughs* Sorry about that...Anywho, Naraku is awaiting his order, back at the psychiatrist. And his patience was getting thinner by each ticking second. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-to-SMASH, went the clock.
"That's it..." Naraku snarled as he marched up to this receptionist desk with a weird smiley face woman sitting behind it. "You.." He said in a low, threatining voice. "You did this to me!"
The girl only blinked in confusion, "Did what, Sir?"
Narakus anger rose. "Wh-what?! This!" He yelled as he pointed to the annilihated clock. "You drove me to this! It was a clock..An innocent clock! WHY?!"
"Oh, you're the one who needs prozac, huh?"
"....Are you stalking me?"
"Of course not." The girl said in defense, but she was actually thinking, 'Yea, so what? You're on everyones Hit List. Should it be a damned surprise?'
"Oh, alright....WHERE IS MY PROZAC!!!!!???"
"...It should be here, any minute now. Sooner or later. Yup, just you wait.."
The demon slowly pulled a gun from behind his back. "I need my prozac. I hope you know that."
The young girl nodded. Unusually calm for someone who had a gun pointed at their head.
"Good. So when I pull this trigger, it won't be murder. "
"Sir."
"What?"
"Your prozac's here."
Narakus eyes light up with false happiness. "Oh, goodie," Sarcasm dripped from every word, "Now, I can act like a medication freak on happy happy joy joy pills. Weee."
"That'll be $36.79"
He dug around in his pocket. "Hum..Here we are." Turning quickly, he begin to walk towards the door.
"Wait! This is only 60 cents...."
Naraku looked up. "Why yes, yes it is. I'm so glad you can count."
"I need $36.79."
"..I'll pay you later."
".....Excuse me?"
"Need I repeat myself?"
"GIVE ME THE DAMN MONEY!!!!!" She yelled as she jumped over the counter. Naraku, already having a plan, whipped out the metallic pistol, waving it in front of the girls face.
" IF YOU DO NOT.....Ooooh, shiny...I want to-"
"DON'T TOUCH IT!!!!" He hollered as his eyes widen in fury. Stroking the pistol, he backed out the door.
The girl lowered her head. Then began cackling insanely, holding up a $100 bill that she had swiped from him, somehow, someway. We do not know how. So don't ask. "What a moron..."