Gearworld
Well I figure I was away for long enough, might as well start again. See if you can spot the names of the Korean GGXX#Reload OST tracks. =D
Day 4 Scene 1
Setting: Jam and Millia's apartment
*Jam exits the shower
Jam: Millia, I think you've been losing your hair again.
Millia: What?
Jam: I was just in the shower and a hairball jumped out of the drain and started slapping my foot.
Millia: Well it's not like I can help it.
Jam: Well anyway, have you seen my pants?
Millia: No one has.
Jam: Ah, that makes sense.
*Jam puts on her dress.
Jam: What would you like for supper tonight?
Millia: Anything that doesn't involve having the kitchen burnt down.
Jam: That wasn't my fault!
Millia: And High Kicking a can of gas that just so happened to be sitting on top of a barrel of gunpowder, which, for some reason, was right next to the large open flame of the stove, was just a random happening, right?
Jam: I didn't do it!
Millia: Right, let me guess, it was the ghost of Kliff?
*Kliff looks in from the fire escape
Kliff: I'M NOT DEAD PEOPLE!
Millia: Quiet Kliff, you'll wake the dead.
*Kliff falls off the fire escape and hilariously lands on a bed of very pointy otters.
Jam: That was odd.
Millia: So are you.
Jam: Sticks and Stones Millia.
Millia: Anyway, I have to go to the bathroom, Get out of my way.
*Millia goes into the bathroom and Jam steals away to the bedroom and roots through Millia's sock drawer and finds a long, golden object. Millia walks in.
Jam: Oooohhh Millia. What's THIS!?
*Millia looks at the object.
Millia: That's uh. that thing I throw at my opponents. I swear.
Jam: Looks like The Great Empress has a little naughty secret!!
Millia: What were you doing in my drawers anyway!?
Jam: Uh.
Scene 2
Setting: Back alley
Chipp: Yo Pot-man! Want some pot, man?
Potemkin: I, uh, duhh.. Smash?
Chipp: You want to get smashed?
Potemkin: Smash!
Chipp: Sloshed, wasted?
Potemkin: SMASH!
Chipp: Buzzed, tipsy, drunk, hammered?
Potemkin: POTEMKIN SMASH!
*Potemkin smashes Chipp through a wall.
Chipp: Yo dude, if I could feel my body I'd be in pain.
Potemkin: POTEMKIN SMASH GOOD! GET POTEMKIN TREAT! YAAAY!
Scene 3
Setting: Blood Bank
Slayer: Why Hello.
Receptionist: Hello sir, looking to make a donation?
Slayer: I would like a Bloody Mary, literally bloody, if you know what I mean.
Receptionist: I'm sorry?
Slayer: A little Anthony on the rocks?
Receptionist: I... uh.
Slayer: A shot of Susan?
Receptionist: I'm sorry sir, this is not some kind of bar, this is a blood donation clinic. If you need a transfusion, however, we can supply you some.
Slayer: Well that would work perfectly.
Receptionist: Alright, what is your blood type?
Slayer: Well, I usually have some AB+, but I've been known to have some O- and even a casual shot of B.
Receptionist: THIS IS NOT A BAR SIR! PLEASE TAKE YOUR SICK PRACTICES ELSEWHERE!
Scene 4
Zappa: You see doctor, every once in a while, I black out, and terrible things happen.
Faust: I see, tell me, does it hurt when I do this?
*Faust twists Zappa's arm nearly all the way around.
Zappa: AGH! INCREDIBLY!
Faust: Fascinating. Does it hurt when I do this?
*Faust spins around and smashes Zappa with a baseball bat, sending him into the wall.
Zappa: Ugh. *cough* yes.
Faust: Remarkable. Now tell me-
Zappa: NO MORE! I CAN FEEL IT ALL! IT'S SOMETHING IN MY HEAD! I TELL YOU!
Faust: Oh, I see, so now, does this hurt?
*Faust whips a hammer at Zappa's head.
Zappa: OW! You psychopath! I'm leaving! You're a quack, man!
Faust: N-n-nani ga deru ka na?
EXTRA SCENE! OMFGLOLBBQWTFGTGTTYLKTHXBYE
The door to the office creaked open, a small boy dressed in a nuns habit walks into the darkened office. The silhouette of a chair is seen against the far wall, a desk rests between it and the door. "You're late." A deep voice rings from the darkness, seeming to come form all angles.
"I-I couldn't find your office, sir, the halls here are confusing. Dead ends, sudden stairs and patrolling security druids and whatnot-"
"SILENCE! I'll take no excuses, Bridget." The voice said, the chair turning silently on its well-greased bearings. A single point of light is seen in the blackness, the light of a cigar, the smoke rising in tendrils of death to the ceiling, dissipating into the cracks. "I have news for you, Bridget. We're assigning you new gear."
"Really?" the young transvestite asked "I could really use some new tools to hunt with, and-"
"STOP YOUR PRATTLING! Johnson." The voice said. A figure stepped from the darkness and restrained Bridget. A small team of people emerged from the shadows, carrying the new gear. They ambush the helpless young boy and forcibly dress him.
"BEHOLD! You are no longer Bridget but.. SAMANTHA!" The voice exclaims. A light comes on and Bridget looks into the mirror the light is reflecting from. He has been dressed in a bustier, stocking, high heels, long leather gloves and is hair has been tied back in a ponytail. "I look like a whore!" Bridget exclaims.
"That's. kind of the point. We're revoking your bounty hunters license, and you're now working as one of our 'Alternative Funds Allocation Services'. Have fun on the street, Sammy!" The voice rang.
Bridget woke with a start. "Jeez, I really should listen to Ky," the young boy said, wiping his forehead, sighing in relief. Looking next to him, he saw his Sol plushie lying half off the bed. "No more triple cheese chalupas for me."
The Moral: Even if you dream of being turned from a transvestite to a hooker, you're still a transvestite.
After Hours
Bridget: That was horrible.
Baiken: I feel your pain.
Bridget: Not as much as you would have had I actually become a prostitute.
Axl: Ouch, dude, that would blow.
Bridget: That's kinda the point.
Potemkin: POTEMKIN SMASH WHORES!
Chipp: Not on my turf!
Testament: Jesus people, you're the most unbalanced group of people I've ever seen.
Sol: This coming from some fruit with a chick-bird that never makes a move on her and prances around in his gay little dress?
Testament: DAMN YOU PEOPLE TO HELL!
Well I figure I was away for long enough, might as well start again. See if you can spot the names of the Korean GGXX#Reload OST tracks. =D
Day 4 Scene 1
Setting: Jam and Millia's apartment
*Jam exits the shower
Jam: Millia, I think you've been losing your hair again.
Millia: What?
Jam: I was just in the shower and a hairball jumped out of the drain and started slapping my foot.
Millia: Well it's not like I can help it.
Jam: Well anyway, have you seen my pants?
Millia: No one has.
Jam: Ah, that makes sense.
*Jam puts on her dress.
Jam: What would you like for supper tonight?
Millia: Anything that doesn't involve having the kitchen burnt down.
Jam: That wasn't my fault!
Millia: And High Kicking a can of gas that just so happened to be sitting on top of a barrel of gunpowder, which, for some reason, was right next to the large open flame of the stove, was just a random happening, right?
Jam: I didn't do it!
Millia: Right, let me guess, it was the ghost of Kliff?
*Kliff looks in from the fire escape
Kliff: I'M NOT DEAD PEOPLE!
Millia: Quiet Kliff, you'll wake the dead.
*Kliff falls off the fire escape and hilariously lands on a bed of very pointy otters.
Jam: That was odd.
Millia: So are you.
Jam: Sticks and Stones Millia.
Millia: Anyway, I have to go to the bathroom, Get out of my way.
*Millia goes into the bathroom and Jam steals away to the bedroom and roots through Millia's sock drawer and finds a long, golden object. Millia walks in.
Jam: Oooohhh Millia. What's THIS!?
*Millia looks at the object.
Millia: That's uh. that thing I throw at my opponents. I swear.
Jam: Looks like The Great Empress has a little naughty secret!!
Millia: What were you doing in my drawers anyway!?
Jam: Uh.
Scene 2
Setting: Back alley
Chipp: Yo Pot-man! Want some pot, man?
Potemkin: I, uh, duhh.. Smash?
Chipp: You want to get smashed?
Potemkin: Smash!
Chipp: Sloshed, wasted?
Potemkin: SMASH!
Chipp: Buzzed, tipsy, drunk, hammered?
Potemkin: POTEMKIN SMASH!
*Potemkin smashes Chipp through a wall.
Chipp: Yo dude, if I could feel my body I'd be in pain.
Potemkin: POTEMKIN SMASH GOOD! GET POTEMKIN TREAT! YAAAY!
Scene 3
Setting: Blood Bank
Slayer: Why Hello.
Receptionist: Hello sir, looking to make a donation?
Slayer: I would like a Bloody Mary, literally bloody, if you know what I mean.
Receptionist: I'm sorry?
Slayer: A little Anthony on the rocks?
Receptionist: I... uh.
Slayer: A shot of Susan?
Receptionist: I'm sorry sir, this is not some kind of bar, this is a blood donation clinic. If you need a transfusion, however, we can supply you some.
Slayer: Well that would work perfectly.
Receptionist: Alright, what is your blood type?
Slayer: Well, I usually have some AB+, but I've been known to have some O- and even a casual shot of B.
Receptionist: THIS IS NOT A BAR SIR! PLEASE TAKE YOUR SICK PRACTICES ELSEWHERE!
Scene 4
Zappa: You see doctor, every once in a while, I black out, and terrible things happen.
Faust: I see, tell me, does it hurt when I do this?
*Faust twists Zappa's arm nearly all the way around.
Zappa: AGH! INCREDIBLY!
Faust: Fascinating. Does it hurt when I do this?
*Faust spins around and smashes Zappa with a baseball bat, sending him into the wall.
Zappa: Ugh. *cough* yes.
Faust: Remarkable. Now tell me-
Zappa: NO MORE! I CAN FEEL IT ALL! IT'S SOMETHING IN MY HEAD! I TELL YOU!
Faust: Oh, I see, so now, does this hurt?
*Faust whips a hammer at Zappa's head.
Zappa: OW! You psychopath! I'm leaving! You're a quack, man!
Faust: N-n-nani ga deru ka na?
EXTRA SCENE! OMFGLOLBBQWTFGTGTTYLKTHXBYE
The door to the office creaked open, a small boy dressed in a nuns habit walks into the darkened office. The silhouette of a chair is seen against the far wall, a desk rests between it and the door. "You're late." A deep voice rings from the darkness, seeming to come form all angles.
"I-I couldn't find your office, sir, the halls here are confusing. Dead ends, sudden stairs and patrolling security druids and whatnot-"
"SILENCE! I'll take no excuses, Bridget." The voice said, the chair turning silently on its well-greased bearings. A single point of light is seen in the blackness, the light of a cigar, the smoke rising in tendrils of death to the ceiling, dissipating into the cracks. "I have news for you, Bridget. We're assigning you new gear."
"Really?" the young transvestite asked "I could really use some new tools to hunt with, and-"
"STOP YOUR PRATTLING! Johnson." The voice said. A figure stepped from the darkness and restrained Bridget. A small team of people emerged from the shadows, carrying the new gear. They ambush the helpless young boy and forcibly dress him.
"BEHOLD! You are no longer Bridget but.. SAMANTHA!" The voice exclaims. A light comes on and Bridget looks into the mirror the light is reflecting from. He has been dressed in a bustier, stocking, high heels, long leather gloves and is hair has been tied back in a ponytail. "I look like a whore!" Bridget exclaims.
"That's. kind of the point. We're revoking your bounty hunters license, and you're now working as one of our 'Alternative Funds Allocation Services'. Have fun on the street, Sammy!" The voice rang.
Bridget woke with a start. "Jeez, I really should listen to Ky," the young boy said, wiping his forehead, sighing in relief. Looking next to him, he saw his Sol plushie lying half off the bed. "No more triple cheese chalupas for me."
The Moral: Even if you dream of being turned from a transvestite to a hooker, you're still a transvestite.
After Hours
Bridget: That was horrible.
Baiken: I feel your pain.
Bridget: Not as much as you would have had I actually become a prostitute.
Axl: Ouch, dude, that would blow.
Bridget: That's kinda the point.
Potemkin: POTEMKIN SMASH WHORES!
Chipp: Not on my turf!
Testament: Jesus people, you're the most unbalanced group of people I've ever seen.
Sol: This coming from some fruit with a chick-bird that never makes a move on her and prances around in his gay little dress?
Testament: DAMN YOU PEOPLE TO HELL!