A/N: This chapter is much longer than the last one. Three pages in fact. So, I hope you will be happy with that. You don't want to read my commentary, so I'll just let you read. Oh, but I must thank Pudding333, for the suggestion. Her suggestion inspired me for this chapter. I originally didn't want Meryl to 'lose' anything. She was supposed to be the sane one, and also I didn't know what she could 'lose', so;
THANK YOU PUDDING!!!!^_^ (By the way, I mention you in the story)
Disclaimer: You should know now, that I don't own Trigun.
Chapter 5
:The next day in the kitchen:
Vash: (Wearing apron and chef's hat) Meryl! How do I start the oven?
Meryl: . Vash! You don't have anything to cook yet!
:Millie is at kitchen counter which is a complete mess:
Millie: Meryl! This pudding…is not pudding! It's watery, and it doesn't taste like pudding!
Meryl: Well, we could…
:Meryl stops as if distracted, or thinking about something:
Millie: (Stops mixing her watery 'pudding') What is it Meryl?
:Meryl runs upstairs to her room:
Meryl: Ahhhhh!!!!!
"Ooh! That sounds bad. Definitely. But I wonder what it is." Writer comments to Wolfwood.
"You mean you still don't know?!"
Writer cowers under the threat of being shot by Wolfwood, "Well, I…I was under a lot of pressure from the readers! I had to put something up!" Wolfwood is unconvinced. Writer finally gets an idea, and a light bulb shines over her head. It quickly flickers and goes out. Writer looks up and frowns, but decides to go with the idea anyways, "I love you?"
"Okay, that works. Now, on with the story."
Writer is shocked, and appalled, "Wolfwood! You expect me to continue with the story, after being threatened to be killed?"
"Yes."
Writer is very psychologically damaged, but with the 'Get Better Within Five Seconds Of Watching This Video' tape, writer is better. "See, audience, the abuse the cast…well, Wolfwood," Writer glares at Wolfwood, "gives me?"
:Meryl runs down stairs:
Vash: (Looks at Meryl) What's wrong?
Meryl: My…my…my type…
Wolfwood: Your type of what?
Meryl: (Yells) Where's my typewriter?!
:Birds that were peacefully sitting on the roof fly away:
Millie: What's a typewriter?
Meryl: It's something that you write with.
Millie: Like a pencil? ^-^
Meryl: . NO! NOT LIKE A PENCIL!
Wolfwood: Is there a recipe? (A/N: Hey…that's funny. Meryl said the same thing in chapter four! Huh…that's funny!)
Meryl: (Glare) No!
Wolfwood: Can you make one?
Meryl: That's impossible.
Wolfwood: lIke cigarettes?
Meryl: I guess. (Pause) Oh! This is not fair!
Vash: Hey, it happened to the rest of us!
Meryl: Yeah, but it wasn't supposed to happen to me!
Vash: Well, the audience wanted you to lose something. Writer didn't know just what, but, Pudding gave her the idea. (Reviews)
Meryl: Curse you Writer! Curse you Pudding! Cur-
:Vash covers her mouth. Rest of Trigun crew looking afraid.:
Vash: You don't do that!
Meryl: Why not?
Vash: You could be voted off the island by Writer and Pudding! Their votes combined would equal about five hundred votes!
Meryl: Vash! We're not on an island! No more Survivor references!
Vash: Sorry, but just don't make Writer or our audience mad. I sure don't want them mad.
Meryl: Yeah, but I am!
:Vash grins nervously:
Meryl: Who would you rather be med? Writer, and the audience? Or :pulls out gun: me?
:Vash runs away screaming:
Wolfwood: That wasn't very fair.
:Millie is still working on pudding:
Millie: Ew! It tastes like Tabasco sauce! I didn't put that in here! I don't even like spicy!
:Meryl and Wolfwood laugh:
~*~
:Vash, far away from house:
Vash: Women are so scary. I need doughnuts. L
A/N: Well, there it is chapter five. So, again thank you Pudding! See, I use your guy's ideas. Only if you review. Whatever you want to see happen in the story, I'll try to make happen. It just so happens in this case it worked. Nothing too outrageous if you do have an idea. Man, would I be a good class president…or not! ^_^
