A spotlight followed Krillen as he took his spot in the armchair, strategically placed on a platform in the middle of the audience. He cleared his throat and braced himself for the audience abuse.
"I would like,
You would, would you?ah, if I may, ...
You may!To take youWhere?
on a strange journey.
How strange was it?Q: It was so strange, they made a musical, a movie, and a fanfiction about it!
It seemed a fairly ordinary night when Son GokuAsshole! Q: Oh, come on! You know he's not an asshole!Dumbass!
Q: Sigh Can't argue with that. Sorry Goku-chan.
and his fiancé Chichi Ox King,
Q: Okay, you know she's not a slut... Bitch!Poma: This audience is good at improvising.
two young, ordinary, healthy kids,
Healthy?left Satan City that late November evening, to visit a Master Roshi "Scott",
Snot! (all boo)
ex-tutor, and now friend to both of them.
Poma: And a pervert to boot...
Is it true you're constipated?It's true there were dark storm clouds,Describe your balls!
heavy, black, and pendulous,
You wish!towards which they were driving.
Is it true also, that you're gay.
Krillen cringed, but reminded himself of the paycheck and continued his line.
"It's true, also, that the spare tire they were carrying was badly in need of repair,"
So's you neck!
Q: Say nose instead!
So's your nose!
Dammit. I hate it when authors come and see me do this...
"but, uh, they being normal kids
Normal?"and, on a night
out...
Well, they were not going to let a storm spoil the events
of their evening, were they?..."
"On a night out..."A what?
It was a night out they were going to remember...For how long?
For a very long time...What a fucking drip!