Hey People, I'm back. I have a grand total of less than 30 minutes a day to write, so cut me some slack. By the way, there at the end, I meant to say INEXORABLE. This chapter WILL BE LONGER!

DISCLAIMER: Owning Trigun would be fun, but it's not for everyone. (Rhyme!)

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Rehash (or as the case may be, reVash):
The door bumped again. Once more, louder... then... CRASH! It came off its hinges and lay on the floor. Among the wreckage, framed against the light from the hallway, stood a sinister figure...

Vash screamed like a little girl. "Mr. Cliff's out-of-tune record player!"

Chapter 2: WTF?!

Knives stared. "You've got to be shitting me..."

The record player stood, motionless.

Knives turned to face Vash. "This? This is what you--"

Vash broke in, panicked, "I swear it was trying to kill me!"

Knives shook his head put his hand on his temples. "Like that's a new thing for you... I mean, it's not like anyone else's tried that."

"Please, Knives, you've got to help me!"

"Alright. Look, there's an easy solution to any problem." Knives reached over to his nightstand and pulled out his gun. "And here it is."

"No!" Vash jumped up and grabbed the gun. "You can't shoot it!"

"What, you're going to try to save the furniture now, too, is that it?"

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"Yes!"

Knives shook his head. "Vash, you're an idiot. It's an inanimate object!" He stopped, catching a movement in the corner of his eye and turned toward it. There it was again. The record player took a step into the room.

"Is that thing... moving?"

The record player growled menacingly.

"I told you!" moaned Vash.

Knives paused. Then, quicker than Vash's hand could follow, he brought the gun up and shot. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," screamed Vash. "You killed it!"

The record player stood in a shattered heap, twitching slightly. Shards of vinyl and wood splinters were scattered about the room. Knives looked at his brother. "There. Problem solved. Now go back to sleep." Knives put his gun down and pulled his covers back over his head.

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"Umm..."

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"Umm...Knives..."

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"KNIIIVES!"

"What, d@mmit..."

Vash started making eep noises and pointing to the doorway. Knives sat up and looked. Something was happening to the pile of wood shards... He turned on the light so he could see better....

"The d@mned thing's reassembling!"

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PTG: Ooh...cliffhanger!

Vash: I wanna know what happens next!

Knives: I like the part where I finally get to shoot the d@mned thing.

Vash: That was mean. And you still made me out to be a wuss!

PTG: Too bad, so sad.

Vash:...

PTG: (sigh) (pases him a box of donuts.)

Vash: YAY! (Scarfs donuts)

So, that's it for chapter two, folks! Tune in next time!