Kurama saw Hiei drawing his sword. He decided to avoid the killing of Yusuke. Uh... look! We have to register really quickly before it closes! he shouted.
Hiei asked, puzzled. He sheathed his sword. Register for- he saw the sign. He walked up to Kuwabara and kicked him in the groin repeatedly. DAMN YOU STUPID BASTARD!
Uh, can we just register already? Yusuke asked.
Kurama said, picking up Hiei by the back of his shirt. He grabbed Kuwabara and then walked with Yusuke to the registration station.
At the front door, Yusuke saw a sign with his face on it, that said: WANTED: YUSUKE; DEAD OR REALLY DEAD. REWARD: A PIZZA.
Yusuke quickly put on a hat and followed the Kurama. Once inside, they walked over to the desk. Why, hello, ma'am! the register guy (George) said. What can I do for you?
I'm a guy. Kurama said. And we're here to register for the Quest of Destiny'.
All right then, I'll just be- George noticed Yusuke. You know, that hat looks gay, but, you make it work.
What's that supposed to mean? Yusuke asked indignantly.
Exactly what it sounds like. Hiei said.
He makes the hat work for him? Kuwabara asked. Hiei kicked him again.
Um, guys, you can now see master Koenma. George said. I've registered you suicidal idiots- I mean, courages warriors for this quest already. Master Koenma will tell all the details.
Hiei walked up to him and grabbed his neck. LISTEN, FOOL! WE DON'T WANT TO REGISTER, WE-
But we do want to register. Kuwabara said. Hiei kicked him again.
Look, go to see Koenma or I'll show you a picture of my grandma in the shower.
Now, I'm convinced we should see this Koenma person. Hiei said, truly afraid.
Hiei and Kuwabara walked through the door to Koenma. Kurama was just following them when Yusuke tapped his shoulder. Does this hat look gay?
Kurama replied, walking away. But you make it work.
A shadowy figure watched through binnoculars all that took place within the building. he thought aloud. If my instincts are correct, then these are the Fabled Waffle Warriors! I must tell Master Suzaku! he began running off, when he turned around and ran back. And, if my instincts are correct, my soap is on!