"Mr. Anderson.... Mr. Anderson!" Mr. Anderson looked up. "Please report to
Dr. Xelfan12's office immediately."
Mr. Anderson walked nervously through the only door he could see.
"Ahh... Mr. Anderson!" said Xelfan12, with a big, phony smile on his face. "Mind if I call you George?"
"But my name is Phi-"
"alright then, George. In case you were wondering, i brought you here to demonstrate to my collegues, Dr. Verath (Yup, keeping the name) and Dr. Xelkitti, that my weapon is indeed as useful as theirs."
"How do I help?" asked George, nervously. "Just stand there, and watch. Wait. If your even a bit squeamish, maybe you shouldn't." Said Xelfan12.
"But ho- OOOOFFF!!" Sputtered George, as a large marble filled sheep stomach black jack hit him.
"What's your point? We know how a blackjack works, you know." Said Xelkitti. Verath nodded.
"not this one." said Xelfan12. That instant, the stomach split open. All the marbles had melted together and made a giant glass blade. They melded together with the stomach to make a giant sword that seemed to have an organic substance around the hilt and on one edge of the blade. "Did you really think I'd have a stupid weapon like that!?" asked Xelfan12.
"Uhhhh.... no. I did design it, after all. Remember that recipe to boil a scottsman?" asked verath.
"Oh yeah!" said xelkitti 'So that's what you meant by "enchanting" the stomach!" The sword was amazing. xelfan12 Thrust it forward. The blade part slid forward on a pole that was inside, making it look like a short spear with a large head. with a flick of his wrist, the blade tipped to it's side, making the sword into a double edged scythe.
"Awesome!" Said Xelkitti. "My death scissors are better, though. Watch." She pulled out the death scissors, and pulled them apart so she now had two blade. A part of the blade on each now popped out and moved forward, making each blade look like a spiky V. The same happened on the other side, and the blades now looked like a W. Finally, she grabbed the round handle on each blade, and it slipped onto her wrist, and locked firmly into place. "Hah! Now i can break that sword!" said Xelkitti, triumphantly. "one twist with this, and-"
"Hey!" said Verath. "What about the special features on my weapons!" he tooke both of them out, and set a dial from "powder" to "magic." He then began firing at an incredible rate. "the shots are not as powerful, but i can keep shooting as fast and as long as I want. it runs off magic." he then set the dial back to powder on one gun, and put the other one away. He unlocked the second trigger and pulled it with both hands. He aimed up into the air, and the shot fired. There was a deafening crack (literally. George went almost deaf) and a blaze of black followed the bullet. It began to suck everything out of the area before it was sealed. The bullet continued up, blew up the moon, and kept going.
"Awww... you hurt the moon!" said Xelkitti, as she snapped her fingers. The moon was back.
"that black streak was rip between dimensions caused by the bullet's speed. Go into there, and you'll die. For sure." George was more horrified than amazed. Xelfan12 noticed.
"oh yeah! I forgot!" He injected George with something, and george went stiff. He then said "What do you desire, master?" Xelfan12 smiled. Everyone else looked puzzled. "Things are about to get a little more interesting." Said Xelfan12.
~Note from one of the authors~ There was a mistake during the exportation of this story and Xelkitti's part was accidentally mixed in with Mike's. So.this is Xelkitti's chapter.
Xelkitti and Verath looked at him with puzzled expressions on their faces. George looked at him wide-eyed in unadultered panic.
"Xellos-sama demands an Enchanted Sheep Stomach and Scottsman Pie to throw at Filia," announced Xelfan12. George's panic tripled.
"Don't worry, George!" said Xelkitti, "It won't hurt that much."
"Xelkitti, your definition is 'that much' is beyond human comprehension," Verath pointed out.
"Oh, yeah, well. Going on," said Xelkitti, hastily. Verath reached into his suit and pulled out an index card. He handed it to Xelfan12.
"It's the recipe," he said. George frantically tried to run, but to no avail. All he succeeded in doing was falling over and hitting his head on the wall. Xelfan12 then began to advance on him menacingly. In the background, Verath pulled a cauldron out from underneath Xelfan12's desk while Xelkitti began building a roaring bonfire. George's eyes bulged out of his head, rolling every which way in fear. Xelfan12 glanced at the recipe card.
"Now that the stomach is magically enchanted, kill a scottsman with it, be creative," he glanced down at George, "Well, you're the closest scottsman!" He smiled very widely and fakely, the enchanted sheep stomach wielded in his right hand. Xelkitti's bonfire was burning cheerily in the corner with Verath's cauldron sitting atop it, held in place by a tripod of some sort. They were now filling it with water by running to the drinking fountain down the hall and running back with paper cupfuls of water. What little water survived this intense trip was thrown into the cauldron, but about half of it sizzled away withen the first five
seconds because of the intensity of the flames.
~Now this is Mike's part again~
"Well," said Xelfan12, almost regretfully "i guess this is goodbye, George." Xelfan12 morphed the sheep stomach into the organic sword again, and turned it into a scythe. He swung it down hard, when suddenly there was a loud clang, and the scythe stopped. It was Verath, stopping the blade with a tiny but strong and elegant looking knife. Xelfan12 and Xelkitti were shocked. "What the... why? Gte out of my way!" said xelfan12, as he again attempted to decapitate and mangle george. This time, Verath gave an upward thrust, and the scythe flew out of Xelfan12's hands.
"Verath wh-" said Xelkitti, in mid sentence. But Verath cut her off, and began to explain himself.
"As i handed you the recipe card," he motioned toward Xelfan12. "I had not realized what else was on it." The card zoomed out of Xelfan12's hands, and into Verath's. "Look at what it says on the back." He flipped it over, and, sure enough, there were a couple of words written on the back. they said: "This recipe is both fun to make, and to use. I highly recommend it." it was signed in an elaborate signature, which apparently said "Chef Xellos."
"So?" asked Xelkitti, looking hungrily at George, then back at the scythe. "You borrowed it from Xellos while he was on his cooking obsession. So what?"
"That is exactly the problem." said verath. "I remember him saying to me when i borrowed the recipe: 'Oh, yes, you can keep that card. But you won't ever be able to get a sufficient splatter by just following a recipe."
"And?" asked Xelkitti, becoming more and more impatient by the moment.
"And," began Verath "Do you think that Lord Xellos would leave such a delicate task in our hands? He does want it to be the perfect pie for hitting Filia in the face with...."
"SO WHAT!?" asked Xelkitti, impatiently, obviously not paying enough attention to what Verath was saying, so that she missed all the subtle hints that he was reaching a point.
"So...." continued verath, with an air of supperiority. "Knowing this, and the fact that the pie is 'fun to make' according to Xellos, do you really think that he would have let us do it?"
"yeah, but he's busy. he couldn't have done it himself!" said Xelfan12, defensively. Verath smiled.
"Ahhhh, but if he had time to plan a pie-raid on filia, he couldn't have been that busy, could he? And another thing. We all know how Lord Xellos feels about Filia. He would obviously do this task himself, if he really wanted satisfaction, which we all know he does. And the final point...... How did Lord Xellos know that George was a Scottsman? He wouldn't have made us make this pie if George hadn't been a conveniently placed scottsman. You were the one, after all, that asked him what to do with George, no?" verath motioned towards Xelfan12. He nodded. "So, how did he know? Simple: He didn't! It was all a rouse! Xelfan12! when you closed your eyes and heard Lord Xellos speak, what did you see?"
"uhhhh...." thought Xelfan12. "nothing much.... just a cloud of-" he stopped with understanding "red. Xellos would be purple."
"So, you understand at last." said verath.
"Why was george supposed to be baked in a pie, then?" asked Xelkitti.
"Because he knows too much. He would be a danger to a higher order somewhere. They want him dead, because he-"
"Might spill information." finished Xelkitti. "So then, let's begin." Xelfan12 slammed George against a wall, and began interrogating him.
Mr. Anderson walked nervously through the only door he could see.
"Ahh... Mr. Anderson!" said Xelfan12, with a big, phony smile on his face. "Mind if I call you George?"
"But my name is Phi-"
"alright then, George. In case you were wondering, i brought you here to demonstrate to my collegues, Dr. Verath (Yup, keeping the name) and Dr. Xelkitti, that my weapon is indeed as useful as theirs."
"How do I help?" asked George, nervously. "Just stand there, and watch. Wait. If your even a bit squeamish, maybe you shouldn't." Said Xelfan12.
"But ho- OOOOFFF!!" Sputtered George, as a large marble filled sheep stomach black jack hit him.
"What's your point? We know how a blackjack works, you know." Said Xelkitti. Verath nodded.
"not this one." said Xelfan12. That instant, the stomach split open. All the marbles had melted together and made a giant glass blade. They melded together with the stomach to make a giant sword that seemed to have an organic substance around the hilt and on one edge of the blade. "Did you really think I'd have a stupid weapon like that!?" asked Xelfan12.
"Uhhhh.... no. I did design it, after all. Remember that recipe to boil a scottsman?" asked verath.
"Oh yeah!" said xelkitti 'So that's what you meant by "enchanting" the stomach!" The sword was amazing. xelfan12 Thrust it forward. The blade part slid forward on a pole that was inside, making it look like a short spear with a large head. with a flick of his wrist, the blade tipped to it's side, making the sword into a double edged scythe.
"Awesome!" Said Xelkitti. "My death scissors are better, though. Watch." She pulled out the death scissors, and pulled them apart so she now had two blade. A part of the blade on each now popped out and moved forward, making each blade look like a spiky V. The same happened on the other side, and the blades now looked like a W. Finally, she grabbed the round handle on each blade, and it slipped onto her wrist, and locked firmly into place. "Hah! Now i can break that sword!" said Xelkitti, triumphantly. "one twist with this, and-"
"Hey!" said Verath. "What about the special features on my weapons!" he tooke both of them out, and set a dial from "powder" to "magic." He then began firing at an incredible rate. "the shots are not as powerful, but i can keep shooting as fast and as long as I want. it runs off magic." he then set the dial back to powder on one gun, and put the other one away. He unlocked the second trigger and pulled it with both hands. He aimed up into the air, and the shot fired. There was a deafening crack (literally. George went almost deaf) and a blaze of black followed the bullet. It began to suck everything out of the area before it was sealed. The bullet continued up, blew up the moon, and kept going.
"Awww... you hurt the moon!" said Xelkitti, as she snapped her fingers. The moon was back.
"that black streak was rip between dimensions caused by the bullet's speed. Go into there, and you'll die. For sure." George was more horrified than amazed. Xelfan12 noticed.
"oh yeah! I forgot!" He injected George with something, and george went stiff. He then said "What do you desire, master?" Xelfan12 smiled. Everyone else looked puzzled. "Things are about to get a little more interesting." Said Xelfan12.
~Note from one of the authors~ There was a mistake during the exportation of this story and Xelkitti's part was accidentally mixed in with Mike's. So.this is Xelkitti's chapter.
Xelkitti and Verath looked at him with puzzled expressions on their faces. George looked at him wide-eyed in unadultered panic.
"Xellos-sama demands an Enchanted Sheep Stomach and Scottsman Pie to throw at Filia," announced Xelfan12. George's panic tripled.
"Don't worry, George!" said Xelkitti, "It won't hurt that much."
"Xelkitti, your definition is 'that much' is beyond human comprehension," Verath pointed out.
"Oh, yeah, well. Going on," said Xelkitti, hastily. Verath reached into his suit and pulled out an index card. He handed it to Xelfan12.
"It's the recipe," he said. George frantically tried to run, but to no avail. All he succeeded in doing was falling over and hitting his head on the wall. Xelfan12 then began to advance on him menacingly. In the background, Verath pulled a cauldron out from underneath Xelfan12's desk while Xelkitti began building a roaring bonfire. George's eyes bulged out of his head, rolling every which way in fear. Xelfan12 glanced at the recipe card.
"Now that the stomach is magically enchanted, kill a scottsman with it, be creative," he glanced down at George, "Well, you're the closest scottsman!" He smiled very widely and fakely, the enchanted sheep stomach wielded in his right hand. Xelkitti's bonfire was burning cheerily in the corner with Verath's cauldron sitting atop it, held in place by a tripod of some sort. They were now filling it with water by running to the drinking fountain down the hall and running back with paper cupfuls of water. What little water survived this intense trip was thrown into the cauldron, but about half of it sizzled away withen the first five
seconds because of the intensity of the flames.
~Now this is Mike's part again~
"Well," said Xelfan12, almost regretfully "i guess this is goodbye, George." Xelfan12 morphed the sheep stomach into the organic sword again, and turned it into a scythe. He swung it down hard, when suddenly there was a loud clang, and the scythe stopped. It was Verath, stopping the blade with a tiny but strong and elegant looking knife. Xelfan12 and Xelkitti were shocked. "What the... why? Gte out of my way!" said xelfan12, as he again attempted to decapitate and mangle george. This time, Verath gave an upward thrust, and the scythe flew out of Xelfan12's hands.
"Verath wh-" said Xelkitti, in mid sentence. But Verath cut her off, and began to explain himself.
"As i handed you the recipe card," he motioned toward Xelfan12. "I had not realized what else was on it." The card zoomed out of Xelfan12's hands, and into Verath's. "Look at what it says on the back." He flipped it over, and, sure enough, there were a couple of words written on the back. they said: "This recipe is both fun to make, and to use. I highly recommend it." it was signed in an elaborate signature, which apparently said "Chef Xellos."
"So?" asked Xelkitti, looking hungrily at George, then back at the scythe. "You borrowed it from Xellos while he was on his cooking obsession. So what?"
"That is exactly the problem." said verath. "I remember him saying to me when i borrowed the recipe: 'Oh, yes, you can keep that card. But you won't ever be able to get a sufficient splatter by just following a recipe."
"And?" asked Xelkitti, becoming more and more impatient by the moment.
"And," began Verath "Do you think that Lord Xellos would leave such a delicate task in our hands? He does want it to be the perfect pie for hitting Filia in the face with...."
"SO WHAT!?" asked Xelkitti, impatiently, obviously not paying enough attention to what Verath was saying, so that she missed all the subtle hints that he was reaching a point.
"So...." continued verath, with an air of supperiority. "Knowing this, and the fact that the pie is 'fun to make' according to Xellos, do you really think that he would have let us do it?"
"yeah, but he's busy. he couldn't have done it himself!" said Xelfan12, defensively. Verath smiled.
"Ahhhh, but if he had time to plan a pie-raid on filia, he couldn't have been that busy, could he? And another thing. We all know how Lord Xellos feels about Filia. He would obviously do this task himself, if he really wanted satisfaction, which we all know he does. And the final point...... How did Lord Xellos know that George was a Scottsman? He wouldn't have made us make this pie if George hadn't been a conveniently placed scottsman. You were the one, after all, that asked him what to do with George, no?" verath motioned towards Xelfan12. He nodded. "So, how did he know? Simple: He didn't! It was all a rouse! Xelfan12! when you closed your eyes and heard Lord Xellos speak, what did you see?"
"uhhhh...." thought Xelfan12. "nothing much.... just a cloud of-" he stopped with understanding "red. Xellos would be purple."
"So, you understand at last." said verath.
"Why was george supposed to be baked in a pie, then?" asked Xelkitti.
"Because he knows too much. He would be a danger to a higher order somewhere. They want him dead, because he-"
"Might spill information." finished Xelkitti. "So then, let's begin." Xelfan12 slammed George against a wall, and began interrogating him.