(A/N:: Wow, this is scary, but then again I'M scary (someone throws a conceited rock at me) GEEARGH! Oh, yeah back to what I was saying… I can't believe you all have read it this far, and frankly I'm scared, but then again… that sock in my closet scares me too!! Euergh! Gyarg! T-the rice krispies, they-they're gone!)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Trigun, if i did, i'd talking in Japanese! Desu!

"talking"

'thoughts'

(me... or you can call it NOOOOO when it comes up like the others have)

anddddddddd... dots mean I have lack of endings!

Chapter 3, Chips and Dip

You know how if you use the toaster once, then use it twice it burns your toast? Well Vash soon found that out them experimenting with his… toast! (Please do not attempt, kiddies)

With Legato missing in the evil lair of Knives' closet, BDN stuck on the roof, and a few children running away from Badwick, things seemed to be falling apart in the party, including the roof, which collapsed under the weight of BDN.

"WHO HAS KILLED LEGATO?!" BDN shouted, well actually he always shouts. So lets say over expressive with his "special" tone of voice.

"Knives!" Millie said in her 'so-cheerful-that-it-hurts' tone of voice.

"I DIDN'T ASK WHAT KILLED LEGATO I SAID WHO KILLED LEGATO!" BDN shouted, while staring up at his pretty home decoration, better known as the hole in the roof. Yes, he has a very short attention span.

"Knives killed and stabbed Legato!" Millie said again, and- oh god, is her smile getting bigger?!

"NO! YOU PITIFUL NON ELECTRIC LIGHT FILLED BEING! I MEANT WHO KILLED LEGATO WITH KNIVES?!" He continued to say, but a few slices of burnt toast flew into the room and smacked him in the face, yet he didn't seem to notice it, he never notices toast on his face on Fridays… and maybe labor day.

"Hmm, nope! No one else was with Knives except Legato!"

"SO IT WAS SUCIDE?"

"No! Knives killed Legato, I already told you!" Millie was now beaming so hard, it hurt people's eyes, except for Midvalley. He was in the dirt.

At Millie's last remark, BDN's neon lights went black and he felt himself crawling into the punch bowl of confusion and sadness. Oh how sad, can't you just feel bitter tears welling up in your eyes?! THINK OF THE PUNCH!

Everyone soon agreed in silence that Knives should've been named anything BUT an eating utensil.

Another hour passed and Canine the Longshot was trying to have an engaging conversation with Kite. Unfortunately, his unfortunate past of unfortunacies kept his whole body bandaged up. Wait, how does he go to the bathroom anyway?

"Uh, what about the ferry?" Kite said to the skinny, mummy-like man… or scary women, he didn't want to prove it either way.

"uem meft merry!" But of course, you all know he meant to say "I meant cherry"

"You've met Merry? I didn't even know he was attending this party!" Kite said looking around for Merry. Wait, who the hell is Merry?!

"mot eh hull yuf uckm asturdm!" Oh dear, seems our beloved Canine has a potty mouth.

"Pots are in his left master? Huh! I never would have guessed…" Kite replied, pondering for awhile. He continued to ponder while poor little Derick-I mean Canine the Longshot rolled around on the floor in frustration.

The party finally began to pick itself up and things were finally toast free from Vash's boredom. But on the outside of the house, that original character still stood outside the door and an evil aura formed around it… or maybe it just farted, I'm not too sure because I'm not smelling the story.

"Get outta my way freak!" A pumpkin seller shouted at the OC, but alas, it didn't move! So the pumpkin seller ran over it, dropping a pumpkin on its head on the way, leaving the Original Character unconscious… and scented with a pumpkin aura…

To Be Continued…

(A/N:: Tee Hee! What intense fun huh? Is this the final curtain call for Legato? Or will there be an encore before the end of the theater? Why am I talking to you in Cinema talk?! And for good golly sakes, somebody please disinfect the punch!! (gets more conceited rocks thrown at me) Dagnabbit! Well, hope you painfully enjoyed reading this. Let me know what you think in a review, or maybe you'll find a conceited rock near a puddle of blood. Or something.)