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Seto: Now tongue-tied, story get I ..... uuuuggghh.... bleh.
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Kaiba sat upside-down in his chair with a low-fat yogurt. He was watching CNN, but the boring news reports did not break past Kaiba's Wall of Disorder. When he tried to pay attention to the news lady, he started thinking about how long it must have taken to style her hair. The more he thought about it, it kinda looked more like she had styled her hair with a cat 3 minutes before she had gone on air. Then, to add insult to injury, she might have used the cat to style the man next to her's hair. And then maybe she named the cat. Kaiba began to think about what he would name a cat if he had one.
Kaiba suddenly snapped back into reality. What was he doing, sitting upside- down in this chair, eating nasty "Vanilla" lowfat yogurt and thinking about cat names? He dragged himself upright and made his way to his office. Maybe some work would make him feel better. On the way down the hall he passed by Mokuba.
" Feeling better?" Mokuba asked brightly.
" Better perhaps, stupid, cat names, not good... bleh..." he concluded, giving Mokuba his yogurt cup and walking briskly the rest of the way to his office. Once inside he sat down at his chair and turned his computer on. Nothing happened, so he tried again. He was getting very impatient and began to press the button rapidly, wondering how much time it would take to fix if the dumb thing was broken. He almost started to take the tower apart before realizing that the computer was already on and he had been jamming the power button to no effect. Kaiba sighed and took deep breaths. Usually computers did not have him confused. He shook his head rapidly and brought up a work program.
He never got around to working. When he started to type, everything came out weird, just like his speech...
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That last part was when Kaiba slammed his head against the keyboard in frustration. He sprang upright when he heard a knock at the door. It must be the straight-jacket people, he thought. They know I've gone crazy and have come to take me away... THEN THEY'LL PUT MOKUBA IN A BOY'S HOME!! GAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
He leapt up out of the chair and yelled," YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!!!!"
The voice on the other side of the door said, "Ummm, Seto? Is everything all right...?"
Kaiba growled at himself in frustration. How could he have been so stupid? It was just Mokuba. He sat down hurriedly and told Mokuba to come in, but he missed his chair in the process and groped for the desk. He ended up on the floor with the keyboard on his face.
Mokuba came in and took a deep breath. " You know, you are really going to hurt yourself if you don't lay down."
Kaiba laid down on the spot. Mokuba shook his head. He was about to say something, but he started to read what Kaiba had been writing instead. He raised his eyebrows and then looked at his brother, who had tried to put the keyboard back on the desk without getting up and ended up knocking the mouse off the desk.
" It's gotta be stress," Mokuba mumbled to himself. He turned to Kaiba and said, " Did you do any stressful work projects lately?"
Kaiba, who was sitting on the floor cross-legged holding the mouse upright like a fork, said, " Projects, work, uuummmm, lufsserts?"
Mokuba cocked his head again. " Bless you."
" Lufsserts! Sey!"
"Huh?"
"Krow! Lufsserts si ti!"
" Um, what does that mean...?"
Kaiba shook his head furiously. He knew he was saying the words right, but why couldn't his little brother understand him? " Abukom," he said softly.
"...?"
"ABUKOM!!!! KROW SAW LUFSSERTS!!!" he said, holding his hands up.
" Seto, you're not making any sense..."
Kaiba got up off the floor and pointed to Mokuba. " Abukom."
" No. Mokuba," Mokuba corrected.
" Abukom."
Mokuba shook his head no. He pointed to the computer and said, " Computer."
Kaiba shook his head yes. He knew that! " Retupmoc," he said calmly. " Abukom, I ydaerla wonk tath."
Mokuba's eyes got big. " Maybe we should call that therapist."
" Acinom?"
" Um, O.K., right then," Mokuba said as he picked up the phone in the office and dialed. Kaiba slipped out of his office and picked up another phone so he could listen to the conversation.
Mokuba: Hello, this is Mokuba Kaiba.
Monica: Oh, hello, Mokuba! What did you call for? Is something wrong?
Mokuba: Uh, yeah, kind of... Well, see, my brother can't talk.
Monica: ...huh?
Mokuba: Like, he can't speak right. I think it's stress, but I can't really ask him, because he just says gibberish.
Monica: But... does he understand what you're saying to him?
Mokuba: Yeah. But he responds weird. At first he said real words, but now they don't make any sense.
Monica: Like?
Mokuba: He keeps saying "lufsserts."
Monica: Bless you.
Mokuba: No, that's what Seto keeps saying.
Monica: He says "Bless You?"
Mokuba: NO, HE SAYS LUFSSERTS!!!!
Kaiba put his end of the phone down. What was Mokuba talking about? He hadn't been saying lufsserts or whatever... he had been yelling Stressful! over and over again! And whenever he had said "Mokuba," his little brother couldn't understand him then, either! Maybe something about the way he said it was confusing people... He shook his head and went back into the office as Mokuba put down the phone.
"Seto, I called Monica. She said she'd be happy to come over and try to help you talk again," Mokuba said happily.
" Abukom? T'ond llet Haon," Kaiba said exasperatedly. He did NOT want his stepbrother to figure out about this.
" I'm sorry," Mokuba said apologetically. " I can't understand. But Monica will help when she gets here. But right now I think I'll call Noah... maybe he can help too."
Kaiba froze up and his eyes got wide. " ON ON ON ON ON ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!!" he yelled, jumping up and down. Mokuba paused and watched him, completely clueless as to what this display was for.
" Uh-huh... that's nice," he said politely, starting to dial.
Kaiba raced over and grabbed the phone out of Mokuba's hand. He put it back in its cradle and shook his head 'no'.
" Abukom, on Haon," he said sternly. Mokuba had begun to recognize his new name by now and shuddered under his big brother's tone of voice.
" O.K. then, I won't call Noah," he said in a small voice.
" Knath uoy," Kaiba said, patting him on the head.
Just then, the doorbell rang. Mokuba ran to get it and came hurriedly back, pushing Kaiba into a coach and sitting down next to him. Monica, the therapist, came and sat down in a chair across from them.
" What a lovely house," she said brightly.
" Knath uoy," Kaiba said with a calm expression. Maybe Monica could understand him.
She couldn't. " Well, Mokuba, I see what you were saying now," she said, peering at Kaiba. "He seems to hear us, but doesn't respond correctly."
" N'tod klat touba em ekil M'i ton ereh," he mumbled angrily. Monica had some nerve.
" Um," Mokuba said, wrinkling up his face. " Right then. Anyway, I recognize one word he says to me. He calls me Abukom."
Kaiba shook his head. He knew he didn't call his little brother Abukom! That sounded like 'Mokuba' backwards... It hit him. His eyes got wide and he ran out of the room and into his office. Grabbing a piece of paper, he wrote 'Abukom', and then he wrote 'Mokuba.' He was right. Whatever he intended to say was coming out backwards. He ran back into the room where Mokuba and Monica were sitting, startled, screaming, " SDRAWKCAB! SDRAWKCAB!"
Seto: Now tongue-tied, story get I ..... uuuuggghh.... bleh.
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Kaiba sat upside-down in his chair with a low-fat yogurt. He was watching CNN, but the boring news reports did not break past Kaiba's Wall of Disorder. When he tried to pay attention to the news lady, he started thinking about how long it must have taken to style her hair. The more he thought about it, it kinda looked more like she had styled her hair with a cat 3 minutes before she had gone on air. Then, to add insult to injury, she might have used the cat to style the man next to her's hair. And then maybe she named the cat. Kaiba began to think about what he would name a cat if he had one.
Kaiba suddenly snapped back into reality. What was he doing, sitting upside- down in this chair, eating nasty "Vanilla" lowfat yogurt and thinking about cat names? He dragged himself upright and made his way to his office. Maybe some work would make him feel better. On the way down the hall he passed by Mokuba.
" Feeling better?" Mokuba asked brightly.
" Better perhaps, stupid, cat names, not good... bleh..." he concluded, giving Mokuba his yogurt cup and walking briskly the rest of the way to his office. Once inside he sat down at his chair and turned his computer on. Nothing happened, so he tried again. He was getting very impatient and began to press the button rapidly, wondering how much time it would take to fix if the dumb thing was broken. He almost started to take the tower apart before realizing that the computer was already on and he had been jamming the power button to no effect. Kaiba sighed and took deep breaths. Usually computers did not have him confused. He shook his head rapidly and brought up a work program.
He never got around to working. When he started to type, everything came out weird, just like his speech...
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That last part was when Kaiba slammed his head against the keyboard in frustration. He sprang upright when he heard a knock at the door. It must be the straight-jacket people, he thought. They know I've gone crazy and have come to take me away... THEN THEY'LL PUT MOKUBA IN A BOY'S HOME!! GAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
He leapt up out of the chair and yelled," YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!!!!"
The voice on the other side of the door said, "Ummm, Seto? Is everything all right...?"
Kaiba growled at himself in frustration. How could he have been so stupid? It was just Mokuba. He sat down hurriedly and told Mokuba to come in, but he missed his chair in the process and groped for the desk. He ended up on the floor with the keyboard on his face.
Mokuba came in and took a deep breath. " You know, you are really going to hurt yourself if you don't lay down."
Kaiba laid down on the spot. Mokuba shook his head. He was about to say something, but he started to read what Kaiba had been writing instead. He raised his eyebrows and then looked at his brother, who had tried to put the keyboard back on the desk without getting up and ended up knocking the mouse off the desk.
" It's gotta be stress," Mokuba mumbled to himself. He turned to Kaiba and said, " Did you do any stressful work projects lately?"
Kaiba, who was sitting on the floor cross-legged holding the mouse upright like a fork, said, " Projects, work, uuummmm, lufsserts?"
Mokuba cocked his head again. " Bless you."
" Lufsserts! Sey!"
"Huh?"
"Krow! Lufsserts si ti!"
" Um, what does that mean...?"
Kaiba shook his head furiously. He knew he was saying the words right, but why couldn't his little brother understand him? " Abukom," he said softly.
"...?"
"ABUKOM!!!! KROW SAW LUFSSERTS!!!" he said, holding his hands up.
" Seto, you're not making any sense..."
Kaiba got up off the floor and pointed to Mokuba. " Abukom."
" No. Mokuba," Mokuba corrected.
" Abukom."
Mokuba shook his head no. He pointed to the computer and said, " Computer."
Kaiba shook his head yes. He knew that! " Retupmoc," he said calmly. " Abukom, I ydaerla wonk tath."
Mokuba's eyes got big. " Maybe we should call that therapist."
" Acinom?"
" Um, O.K., right then," Mokuba said as he picked up the phone in the office and dialed. Kaiba slipped out of his office and picked up another phone so he could listen to the conversation.
Mokuba: Hello, this is Mokuba Kaiba.
Monica: Oh, hello, Mokuba! What did you call for? Is something wrong?
Mokuba: Uh, yeah, kind of... Well, see, my brother can't talk.
Monica: ...huh?
Mokuba: Like, he can't speak right. I think it's stress, but I can't really ask him, because he just says gibberish.
Monica: But... does he understand what you're saying to him?
Mokuba: Yeah. But he responds weird. At first he said real words, but now they don't make any sense.
Monica: Like?
Mokuba: He keeps saying "lufsserts."
Monica: Bless you.
Mokuba: No, that's what Seto keeps saying.
Monica: He says "Bless You?"
Mokuba: NO, HE SAYS LUFSSERTS!!!!
Kaiba put his end of the phone down. What was Mokuba talking about? He hadn't been saying lufsserts or whatever... he had been yelling Stressful! over and over again! And whenever he had said "Mokuba," his little brother couldn't understand him then, either! Maybe something about the way he said it was confusing people... He shook his head and went back into the office as Mokuba put down the phone.
"Seto, I called Monica. She said she'd be happy to come over and try to help you talk again," Mokuba said happily.
" Abukom? T'ond llet Haon," Kaiba said exasperatedly. He did NOT want his stepbrother to figure out about this.
" I'm sorry," Mokuba said apologetically. " I can't understand. But Monica will help when she gets here. But right now I think I'll call Noah... maybe he can help too."
Kaiba froze up and his eyes got wide. " ON ON ON ON ON ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!!" he yelled, jumping up and down. Mokuba paused and watched him, completely clueless as to what this display was for.
" Uh-huh... that's nice," he said politely, starting to dial.
Kaiba raced over and grabbed the phone out of Mokuba's hand. He put it back in its cradle and shook his head 'no'.
" Abukom, on Haon," he said sternly. Mokuba had begun to recognize his new name by now and shuddered under his big brother's tone of voice.
" O.K. then, I won't call Noah," he said in a small voice.
" Knath uoy," Kaiba said, patting him on the head.
Just then, the doorbell rang. Mokuba ran to get it and came hurriedly back, pushing Kaiba into a coach and sitting down next to him. Monica, the therapist, came and sat down in a chair across from them.
" What a lovely house," she said brightly.
" Knath uoy," Kaiba said with a calm expression. Maybe Monica could understand him.
She couldn't. " Well, Mokuba, I see what you were saying now," she said, peering at Kaiba. "He seems to hear us, but doesn't respond correctly."
" N'tod klat touba em ekil M'i ton ereh," he mumbled angrily. Monica had some nerve.
" Um," Mokuba said, wrinkling up his face. " Right then. Anyway, I recognize one word he says to me. He calls me Abukom."
Kaiba shook his head. He knew he didn't call his little brother Abukom! That sounded like 'Mokuba' backwards... It hit him. His eyes got wide and he ran out of the room and into his office. Grabbing a piece of paper, he wrote 'Abukom', and then he wrote 'Mokuba.' He was right. Whatever he intended to say was coming out backwards. He ran back into the room where Mokuba and Monica were sitting, startled, screaming, " SDRAWKCAB! SDRAWKCAB!"