It was all a dream. The insurance girls, Wolfwood, the gung-ho gang, Legato, Knives, and Rem. It was nothing but a dream. He screamed in frustration, fear, or shock he wasn't sure why he screamed.
"Spike, don't tell me you had that dream again."
All he could do was nod at his friend's statement
"Don't worry. The guy with the million knives can't hurt you."
"First of all, his name was Million Knives. Second of all, that's not what's bothering me. It's all the donuts I ate and not a single ounce of meat was eaten." He shuddered.
"No more wasabi for you before bed."
I had to put Cowboy Bebop in one of these drabbles. In the last chapter, Frisky, he was Vash. Please review.