A/N: *squeals like a schoolgirl* I'm so happy you guys liked it!
…*looks around* Umm, don't mind me…
ANNA: *gasp* Did you really? That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside!
Aoi Mochidzuki: Thanks, but I hope you didn't hurt yourself!
Susomaru: Glad I could give it! (…oh, that sounded wrong…)
Dew-Shan of Egypt: XD I'd like to see that!
Hiei's Gurl 247: Ugh, don't choke! ^^
wolfpack: *sweatdrop* Sorry about that, but I DID take your idea for this chapter, so maybe it'll be better. (and it's shorter!)
kitsunedemon: Bwa haha! …*pets Legato* Yes, his mind snapped long ago…
Miyosha: *blink* Was it really? …yay!
Luna-Kitsune-Blu: O.O …oh my… *backs away slowly*
Disclaimer: *whisper* I don't own Trigun. *scurries off*
~*~*~*~*~*A Little Rum Goes a Long Way…*~*~*~*~*~
It was the night before the quick draw
And with the help of some booze,
Everyone was drunk off their asses,
Which is really bad news.
…really REALLY bad news.
"Woooooooo!!" Millie swings her yellow overcoat in the air. "It's getting' hot in here--!"
"So open da window!" Wolfwood laughs, watching as she discards the large article of clothing and goes to work on the next one.
"Hmm," she tugs at her overall straps. "They're blocking my way to freedom!"
He squints at her outfit. "Try those buttonses, big girl!"
"Hehe," she pokes the metal ring. "BUTT!" She pokes it again. "AH!" She quickly withdraws her hand. "It bit me!"
"Watch out!" Vash shouts from another room. "Those things are KILLER!"
*gasp* "They are!?" She throws herself at the seated priest. "Help me Wolfy!" She sticks her finger in his face. "Am I gonna die!?"
"No honey, it's not poisonous!" He frowns. "Waaait…wasn't it your other finger?"
Her features take on a look of intense concentration. "I dunno…" She abruptly sticks her finger back in his face. "Kiss it and make it better!"
"Okay!" He smiles brightly and leans forward, puckering up his lips. "Here I come!"
…and there he goes.
"Oof!" He falls face-first into his girlfriend's chest. "I fink I mished!"
"Wooollffyyyy," she gives an exasperated sigh. "You want sandwiches AGAIN?"
"Well it's no wonder," Meryl slurs, making her way over to the table. "You, my friend, are a very preeeetty girl."
"Wooow," she awes. "Do ya really mean it Sempai?"
"Of course I do Millie!" She looks thoughtful for an instant. "You know me, always lookin' for ways to make other people feel better…"
"Wha?"
Her head goes down with a resounding thud.
"Oh my," she pokes the smaller woman. "Vaaaaash? Mr. Stampeded? I think Sempai had a little too much to drink and-"
"REEEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!" The said gunman flies into the room. "Oh Rem!" He glomps the passed out insurance girl. "I thought you were DEAD!"
*cricket cricket*
"…Rem?" He peeks out warily. "NOOO! NOT AGAIN!!" He lets go and dramatically falls to his knees. "WHHHYYYY!? WHY YOU!? YOU WERE SO NICE AND KIND AND-" He stops his wailing. "Heeey," he looks at her closely. "Did you shrink or somethin'?"
He cautiously touches her head. "Whaddya do to your hair? And…" *gasp* "You don't have any boobs!"
"Fat's not Rem neele-noggin," comes Wolfwood's muffled voice.
"…not…Rem?" The blonde scratches his head, shrugging. "Oh well!" He skips over to the other side of the table.
"Huh?" Wolfwood raises his head. "Now what're you doing?"
The outlaw had gotten hold of a plastic flower, stuck it behind his ear, and was now grinning like an idiot.
"…Vash?"
^_________________^ "Hm?"
"You need help."
"Help?" He reaches for his gun. "Where!?"
"Behind you!"
"AH!" He tries to do a quick spin, but catches his foot on his coat and goes tumbling down instead.
"…idiot." He goes back to his buried position.
Millie takes no notice. "Mr. Vash?"
"Hmm?!" He struggles to untangle himself.
"I have a life-altering question to ask of you."
"Eh?" What was this? Was Millie Thompson going to say something INTELLIGENT!?
"Do you think I could cook a hamburger with that grill thingy on your chest?"
"Eaugh!" He throws his arms in the air. "It's not a grill thingy! It's a…patch-to-keep-my-skin-together thingy!"
"Oh!" She puts on a goofy smile. "That's just awful! How'd ya manage to do THAT?"
"…IhadabadexperiencewithaThomas."
Her eyes glaze over for a minute, trying to process the information. "…uh-huh…" A string of drool makes its way down her chin.
"Uh, Millie, ya got a little somethin' there…"
"Done!" She exclaims.
He opens his mouth to say something, but shuts it suddenly.
"Huh? What was that?"
He falls over.
"Oh, that's nice."
He snores contentedly.
"Mmm," she stretches a little. "That sounds kinda good." She yawns and sets her head on the table, smothering Wolfwood in the process.
His eyes shoot open. "MMMF!"
She puts on a kitty face.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!"
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A/N: Poor Wolfwood. No one could hear him scream… *snicker*
^^ PLEASE REVIEW!!! ^^
…*sweatdrop* And sorry if you didn't like it, but I'm kinda depressed right now… *cries*
…of course, you could always review and make me feel better… *bawl*
You'll do it if you really love me! *sniffle* Bye!
…*looks around* Umm, don't mind me…
ANNA: *gasp* Did you really? That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside!
Aoi Mochidzuki: Thanks, but I hope you didn't hurt yourself!
Susomaru: Glad I could give it! (…oh, that sounded wrong…)
Dew-Shan of Egypt: XD I'd like to see that!
Hiei's Gurl 247: Ugh, don't choke! ^^
wolfpack: *sweatdrop* Sorry about that, but I DID take your idea for this chapter, so maybe it'll be better. (and it's shorter!)
kitsunedemon: Bwa haha! …*pets Legato* Yes, his mind snapped long ago…
Miyosha: *blink* Was it really? …yay!
Luna-Kitsune-Blu: O.O …oh my… *backs away slowly*
Disclaimer: *whisper* I don't own Trigun. *scurries off*
~*~*~*~*~*A Little Rum Goes a Long Way…*~*~*~*~*~
It was the night before the quick draw
And with the help of some booze,
Everyone was drunk off their asses,
Which is really bad news.
…really REALLY bad news.
"Woooooooo!!" Millie swings her yellow overcoat in the air. "It's getting' hot in here--!"
"So open da window!" Wolfwood laughs, watching as she discards the large article of clothing and goes to work on the next one.
"Hmm," she tugs at her overall straps. "They're blocking my way to freedom!"
He squints at her outfit. "Try those buttonses, big girl!"
"Hehe," she pokes the metal ring. "BUTT!" She pokes it again. "AH!" She quickly withdraws her hand. "It bit me!"
"Watch out!" Vash shouts from another room. "Those things are KILLER!"
*gasp* "They are!?" She throws herself at the seated priest. "Help me Wolfy!" She sticks her finger in his face. "Am I gonna die!?"
"No honey, it's not poisonous!" He frowns. "Waaait…wasn't it your other finger?"
Her features take on a look of intense concentration. "I dunno…" She abruptly sticks her finger back in his face. "Kiss it and make it better!"
"Okay!" He smiles brightly and leans forward, puckering up his lips. "Here I come!"
…and there he goes.
"Oof!" He falls face-first into his girlfriend's chest. "I fink I mished!"
"Wooollffyyyy," she gives an exasperated sigh. "You want sandwiches AGAIN?"
"Well it's no wonder," Meryl slurs, making her way over to the table. "You, my friend, are a very preeeetty girl."
"Wooow," she awes. "Do ya really mean it Sempai?"
"Of course I do Millie!" She looks thoughtful for an instant. "You know me, always lookin' for ways to make other people feel better…"
"Wha?"
Her head goes down with a resounding thud.
"Oh my," she pokes the smaller woman. "Vaaaaash? Mr. Stampeded? I think Sempai had a little too much to drink and-"
"REEEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!" The said gunman flies into the room. "Oh Rem!" He glomps the passed out insurance girl. "I thought you were DEAD!"
*cricket cricket*
"…Rem?" He peeks out warily. "NOOO! NOT AGAIN!!" He lets go and dramatically falls to his knees. "WHHHYYYY!? WHY YOU!? YOU WERE SO NICE AND KIND AND-" He stops his wailing. "Heeey," he looks at her closely. "Did you shrink or somethin'?"
He cautiously touches her head. "Whaddya do to your hair? And…" *gasp* "You don't have any boobs!"
"Fat's not Rem neele-noggin," comes Wolfwood's muffled voice.
"…not…Rem?" The blonde scratches his head, shrugging. "Oh well!" He skips over to the other side of the table.
"Huh?" Wolfwood raises his head. "Now what're you doing?"
The outlaw had gotten hold of a plastic flower, stuck it behind his ear, and was now grinning like an idiot.
"…Vash?"
^_________________^ "Hm?"
"You need help."
"Help?" He reaches for his gun. "Where!?"
"Behind you!"
"AH!" He tries to do a quick spin, but catches his foot on his coat and goes tumbling down instead.
"…idiot." He goes back to his buried position.
Millie takes no notice. "Mr. Vash?"
"Hmm?!" He struggles to untangle himself.
"I have a life-altering question to ask of you."
"Eh?" What was this? Was Millie Thompson going to say something INTELLIGENT!?
"Do you think I could cook a hamburger with that grill thingy on your chest?"
"Eaugh!" He throws his arms in the air. "It's not a grill thingy! It's a…patch-to-keep-my-skin-together thingy!"
"Oh!" She puts on a goofy smile. "That's just awful! How'd ya manage to do THAT?"
"…IhadabadexperiencewithaThomas."
Her eyes glaze over for a minute, trying to process the information. "…uh-huh…" A string of drool makes its way down her chin.
"Uh, Millie, ya got a little somethin' there…"
"Done!" She exclaims.
He opens his mouth to say something, but shuts it suddenly.
"Huh? What was that?"
He falls over.
"Oh, that's nice."
He snores contentedly.
"Mmm," she stretches a little. "That sounds kinda good." She yawns and sets her head on the table, smothering Wolfwood in the process.
His eyes shoot open. "MMMF!"
She puts on a kitty face.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!"
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A/N: Poor Wolfwood. No one could hear him scream… *snicker*
^^ PLEASE REVIEW!!! ^^
…*sweatdrop* And sorry if you didn't like it, but I'm kinda depressed right now… *cries*
…of course, you could always review and make me feel better… *bawl*
You'll do it if you really love me! *sniffle* Bye!