What happens if you get scared to death twice?
A Zen ponderation
An Idiot's Guide to Self-InsertionChapter 4- Dance, Monkey, Dance
After 36 more of these "Which do you prefer?" queries, Yusuke finally read the last question:
Question number 60 -- If you were on a twenty-five-car electric train traveling southwest from Paris, France bound for La Rochelle at 100 mph (miles per hour) with a wind blowing north-west at 20 mph, what would you order to drink in the restaurant car?
A) Pink Lemonade
B) Diet Coke
C) Sprite Remix- Berry Clear
The Spirit Detective blinked and reread the question. He looked up suspiciously at the girls gathered around Botan watching her reenact what looked like a gruesome and gory fight scene. He thought long and hard about the question. If he was in France, he'd probably be eating a lot of food, and he needed to keep his weight down. Yeah, that made sense, so he'd go with B).
Kurama was also pondering the strange inquiry. This train was traveling southwest at 100 mph over roughly 500 miles, which meant he would be in the train for approximately 5 hours. In a 25-car train, it would most likely be a severe pain to walk to the nearest car with a toilet, and he hated using those disgusting excuses for lavatories anyway. That ruled pink lemonade out, because it always gave him... the need for a restroom. SO, Diet Coke or Sprite Remix? Come to think of it, he'd never had Sprite Remix Berry Clear. He supposed that would be his final decision.
The first thing Teen-Koenma thought when he saw that this was the final question went something along the lines of the Halleluiah Chorus... except with a lot of blank spots because he couldn't remember the words. But then, he actually READ the question... That sort of brought to mind the annoying Jeopardy! theme song because, like the Final Questions he saw on Jeopardy!, he had no idea what it meant. So he decided to tackle the choices. A) Pink Lemonade. Mmm... Tangy, sweet, pink lemonade with a lemon slice on the edge of the frosted glass and--
Well, it worked for him.
Hiei was still battling it out with Kuwabara. Nothing seemed to make the twit look away! He had tried everything: From taking off his headband and rolling the Jagan eye up into his head to reverting to his green-skinned multi-oddly-placed-eye demon form. He was getting seriously bored. So, although he hadn't wanted to drag Her into it, it seemed absolutely necessary.
"Oh, hello Yukina." he said with an Academy Award-worthy nod over Kuwabara's left shoulder.
"YUKINA! WHERE?" Worked like a charm. Kuwabara whirled around and began scampering all over the place twisting his head every which way like a puppy who'd picked up the scent of a squirrel.
"Ha. You lose, human."
Kuwabara limply turned back around to face his adversary, the crestfallen puppy having realized that he had simply gotten a whiff of a woman's fur stole.
Hiei got to his feet and strode over to where Kurama was sitting on the floor with his survey. "Are you still not finished with that ridiculous questionnaire?"
Kurama decisively circled a letter on the last page and looked up. "As a matter of fact: Yes, Hiei, I am."
"Hmph. Good. And you?" he let his eyes fall on the Reikai Prince and his Spirit Detective.
"As finished as I'll ever be."
"Mmm... Lemony..."
The girls had perked up at the word "questionnaire" and now stood up, disbanding the circle of giggly secrets.
"So you finished?" Mary Sue chirped, "Excellent! Now we'll just have to take a look at the results--"
"Or rather, take the results back to our eh, emperor and have his workers check them." Typo hastily put in.
"But we'll definitely be back!" Beagle piped up.
Botan was leaning against the back wall, grinning like a spoonbill pelican at the crestfallen looks on her friends' faces at these last words. She straightened up.
"I'll have to fly you girls down to Ningenkai so you can get to your... Sankai Realm from there. See you later boys!" she waved and ushered Beagle, Typo, and Sue out of the office.
The girls smiled endearingly and made large waving gestures.
When they had turned and left, however, Typo frowned. "Umm... Sue?"
Sue looked at her.
"Where are we going to stay?"
Sue's eyes widened and her smile immediately became taught. "One step at a time, Typo," she grimaced.
No, really Beagle, where are we going to stay?
Well, just let me type, I-I've got a plan...
It doesn't happen to involve checkered shoelaces and a pocket dictionary, does it?
Well... what LANGUAGE is this hypothetical dictionary written in?
Surprise me.
Hey, aren't you forgetting? This is a self-insert fic! We can do what we want!
Is it just me, Typo, or did the constellation Orion just come down to earth and land in Sue's eyes?
Eh?
Her eyes are REALLY shiny and it's scaring me, okay? Whoa... whoooaaaah there Sue what're you... NO! NO, SUE GET BACK! ARRRRRRGGGGHHHH!
Botan took them down to earth and dropped them off in front of a magical palace. This palace was a 54 bedroom, 14 bathroom 5 story residence complete with pool, hot tub, pool table, and 60 ft tower complete with convenient non-thorn ivy-covered trellis leaning up against the wall and stopping at the highest window, ideal for you classic damsel-in-distress situation. Botan gave the palace a quick once-over, raised an eyebrow, and hopped back on her oar, muttering something about convenience.
Mary Sue got straight down to business as Typo and Beagle stood staring blankly up at the Malibu/Medieval-Arthurian/Taj-Mahal/Pretty-Pretty-Princess–esque structure in front of them.
"Alright, guys, let's move in!"
"B-but," Beagle stuttered, "but, we don't even have any clothes, or food, or FURNITURE for that matter! Gosh, Sue, why'd you make me write such a rushed entry at the beginning of this fic? I could have at least written in a couple of suitcases or something!"
Typo nodded mutely.
"Ugh, fools! Fine, I was going to surprise you, but . . ."
The palace/mansion/fangirl-residence-thing was equipped with the most luxurious of luxurious furniture. It was all mahogany and silk and crystal and gold and stainless steel and shag and lavender-scented and everything cool.
Gee, Sue, you SURE ARE GOOD at this forceful-keyboard-domination-to-make-everything-sound-awesome-thing you've got going here . . .
SHUT UP! I'm no interior designer! And I'd like to see you do better!
WELL...
The Undercover Glomping Brigade–
WTF?
I don't LIKE always saying 'fangirls', ya savvy?
–began to take their first hesitant steps over the cobblestone courtyard that stretched before them. Their eyes caressed the foaming plumes of water cascading down from the puffin-shaped head of the huge fountain in their path. The large stone sculpture consisted of the afore-mentioned puffin standing . . .well, if puffins can even stand . . . majestically atop a huge muffin lying in a pool of water. The puffin's left . . . erm . . . wing cradled two smaller muffins and its right wing was raised over its sleek head holding another muffin. Water flowed from the puffin's beak and the highest-elevated muffin. Also, several streams of water arched from the largest muffin's blueberries; for it was a blueberry muffin.
Oh, RIGHT Typo, you're just so good at this. You just took an entire . . . 8 lines to describe a fountain. And it's an ugly fountain at that!
SUE! How DARE you insult the sisterhood of the muffin-puffin lackeys that we swear our sacred allegiance to!
YES! How DARE YOU? You've sold out, Mary Sue.
No, no it's not like that, it's just, wouldn't an angel be prettier? Or maybe, um, a dolphin? Or a faerie! Yeah, Beagle, you like faeries, right? RIGHT. . .? Please don't look at me like that. . .
Typo, I think Sue needs some COUNSELING. She needs to reestablish her reverent bond with the Muffin-Puffins. You, my friend, would be my choice to do the honors.
But, shouldn't we both do this righteous deed?
No, you see Typo, two of us and one of her might, uh, overwhelm her, and she would shrink from us like a snarling, rabid wolf from a vaccine-bearing angel. She's confused, you see, and is so turned around that she can't see the crisp-on-the-outside fluffy-on-the-inside golden-brown goodness that is pleading with her to take a bite.
Oh, okay. Well, that sounds pretty darn smart, so I'm gonna agree with you.
You two do realize I'm right here and can hear every word you're saying.
Come with me, Sue...
No! I–wait... wait, what are you doing Ty-AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!
Heh heh. Suckers.
The girls were now facing a pair of huge doors. These doors were no ordinary doors; these were Wonka-esque doors. They were made up of shiny plastic swirled with candy stripes. Each door was an inward-facing spiral, and on the innermost point of the swirl-thing were little doorknobs. Beagle hesitantly reached for one of the handles and pulled. Instantly, when the door cracked open, a wave of Techno music and flashing lights washed over Sue, Typo, and Beagle herself. Beagle's eyes lit up. She rushed into the building. Sue, on the other hand, was not as happy,
"WHAT? This wasn't supposed to – Hey, I kinda like this beat... but NO! NOOO! I can't – ooh, is that shag carpet. . .?"
Typo had already succumbed to the techno-y goodness and was exploring. If there is any possible way to jump around like a loon and head-bang reverently, she was doing it. She first examined –
Alright, Sue, I think you can do this with just a little bit more – HEY! Beagle, what are you typing? We never agreed to this!
BEAGLE! YOU MORON!
WHAT? It's FUN! You guys KNOW you'd like to live here!
Who cares when it's at the price of our sacred trust...
Oooh, just WAIT 'til I think up a sufficient way to TORTURE YOU!
Um, eh, COMMERCIAL BREAK!
A camera-shot of the storefront of a pet store fills your computer screen. A small black figure stands in front of it alongside what seems to be a black ribbon of flame. Camera 1 zooms in on the small black figure, which materializes into Hiei. When C1's screen is filled with Hiei's surprisingly cheerful looking face, it stops zooming and Hiei begins to advertise:
"Hi. I'm Hiei and this is my friend, Sparkins, the Dragon of the Darkest Flame."
C1 pans to the left to reveal a pitch black, flickering mass of hell-fire. Said mass appears to wink at lens.
"So, you're probably wondering where I found Sparkins, right? This top-quality, straight off the Makai Market listings, ten-setting, 3-gear weapon of brutal mass destruction of enemy scum, model 1983 has got to be pretty hard to come by. Well," (his eyes light up), "not when I've got Mom and Pop's Bitemare Menagerie here to help me out!"
Robin's-egg blue bubble letters reading, "Mom and Pop's Bitemare Menagerie" spirals in to center-screen as C1 zooms out for a background shot of the entire storefront. A pink-and-white checked background fades in to replace Hiei, Sparkins, and the pet store. Hiei's head materializes in the bottom-right corner of your screen and says,
"They've got any creature a vengeful, justice-seeking demon like me could use in our quests to inflict torture on or even just wipe out rivals,–"
Picture of Bui glides in from top-right to bottom-left corner as Hiei's eyes follow it convincingly,
"–enemies,–"
Picture of Sensui replaces it in same fashion,
"–or innocent bystanders that get in our way."
Picture of an old lady with a cane replaces it in same fashion, then promptly gets eaten by cartoon werewolf. Hiei chuckles. Yes, you read right: chuckles.
"That's right, they guarantee a full stock, any breed of your choosing, of ogre–"
Snapshot of ogre fills screen, leaving only Hiei's head in the corner.
"–chimera–"
Picture of chimera replaces that of ogre.
"–roc–"
Picture of roc.
"–mermaid–"
Picture.
"–Hydra–"
Picture.
"–satyr, sea serpent, wivern–"
Picture. Picture. Picture.
"–basilisk, hircocervus, manticore, Minotaur, Gorgon, Orthros, troll, sea serpent–"
Picture. Picture. Picture. Picture. Picture. Picture. Picture. Picture.
"–hippogriff, hippocampus, hippocentaur, hippocerf, nixie, pixie, Caliban, cyclops, Python, Grendel, drake, Echidna, dipsas, winigo, Typhon, siren, zombie, vampire, Sphinx, Talos–"
Picture. Picture. Picture. Picture. Picture. Picture. Picture. Picture. Picture. Picture. Picture. Picture. Picture. Picture. Picture. Picture. Picture. Picture. Picture. Picture.
"AND THOSE ARE JUST SOME OF THE ONES THE HUMANS KNOW ABOUT! Plus, just in, a litter of puppies sired by Cerberus, guard-dog of the underworld, and dammed by a pit bull!"
Picture.
Back to shot of Hiei and Sparkins in front of store, "So call now, 1-888-GROTESK,"
Phone number appears at bottom of your screen.
"That's 1-888-476-8375, or visit one of their numerous locations in YOUR world!"
Big, cheesy, advertising grins from both Hiei and Sparkins.
Mary Sue glared at Beagle. Beagle glared at Mary Sue. Mary Sue glared at Typo. Typo glared at Mary Sue. Beagle glared at Typo. Typo glared at Beagle. Beagle said, "Typo, you've got something right there," and brushed a crumb of chocolate off of Typo's cheek. "There we go."
Beagle and Typo glared at each other.
A voice interrupted the cornucopia of begrudgement.
"So. Nice place for a group of visiting representatives from another dimension to stay, eh?"
The girls whirled around to face the speaker, who just happened to be Yusuke, as he gestured toward the sparkling, candy-swirled Moscow-esque structure still thumping from the beat of the techno music. . .
. . . the rustic, Medieval-castle-esque structure brimming with fountains and pleasantly overgrown flower gardens. . .
. . . the giant Ancient-Greece-esque style villa complete with lawn shrubberies, fountains, and statues dedicated to various bishonen, celebrities, and spawn of imagination and too much caffeine . . .
. . . the house.
"Uh . . .yeah! What are you guys doing here?" Sue gestured at Yusuke and the rest of the Reikai Tantei who were standing around awkwardly.
"Well, we were sort of curious about you guys. I mean, you've gotta admit your whole story is pretty weird. . ." Kuwabara trailed off.
"What?" Typo uttered a nervous, forced laugh, "What's so strange about a group of agents from an until-now-unheard-of dimension suddenly showing up at your door and asking you to fill out a survey of questions that have absolutely nothing to do with anything and then vanishing without a trace except for ominous implied promises to be back and more prying than ever?"
Blink.
Sweatdrop.
Oro?
Kurama gazed incredulously at her, "Are you trying to disprove some sort of a point with that run-on sentence?"
Mary Sue had gone red, "Eh. . . uh. . . no, Kurama-san, she's just a bit under the weather. Time-portal jetlag, you know . . ."
"Hmm. . ." His brow wrinkled.
Beagle, who through this entire episode had been glowering profusely at the bleached-white space of printer-paper where their house was supposed to be, now spoke up,
"This is seriously irking me! I don't see why we can't decide on somewhere to live," she declared.
Typo turned to her, "Yeah, you're right. We should be able to handle this like mature almost-adults. We're reasonable teenage self-inserting fangirls, right?"
Hiei's eyes, which had been in the process of undergoing that remarkable transition from sharp and calculating to glazed and bubble-ee now snapped into focus.
"What was that?"
However, Hiei had, in reality, never heard Typo say anything of that sort and was merely craving a submarine sandwich with bacon, lettuce, and tomato on rye bread.
"Huh. I suddenly find my lack of a submarine sandwich with bacon, lettuce, and tomato on rye bread excruciatingly bothersome."
A jerk of everyone's gut, a flash of light, Twilight-Zone theme music, and the muffled sound of someone closing a lot of dresser drawers at the same time over and over again . . .
DAMN IT!
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Precisely (but not accurately) 73 crazy couplets, 29 quirky quatrains, and a senseless sonnet later, the weary fanficcers returned to their designated plot of land. Mary Sue spoke.
"It's your own fault, Typo. If it wasn't for your addiction to long and complicated descriptions of everything you have to speak about, this wouldn't have happened." She tried her hardest to repress a gleeful smirk. It sort of turned out like a jovial sneer. . .
"It's not MY fault! Beagle's typing, she can make me as OOC as she wants!"
WTF? Nuhuh, was that OOC, Typo?
Sadly enough, no.
"You're not making this any easier, Authoress-Typo!" Typo fumed, and tried in vain to scratch her ear but couldn't because her arms were now too thick, stiff, and for that matter, hairy, to do so.
Kuwabara and Yusuke were falling all over each other in their mirth.
"Ahahaha. . .Whatta. . .it's a. . .WHOOHOOHOOHAHAHA! . . . .Damn, that's. . . EHEEHEEHEEHEE!" articulated Yusuke.
"GUFAHAHAHAHA! She'suh…. HOOHOOOHOOHA. . .man if IeeeEeeDuhuhuh!" Kuwabara pronounced.
"Beagle?" Typo turned her newly acquired, shiny plastic eyes pitifully up toward her friend, "Why did we write in such a moody Jury of Muffins? It wasn't my fault that I happened to break a rule during their only lunch break in 3 days!"
Beagle fixed her eyes on the hapless thing, "Well, we originally decided they would be blueberry muffins, and as you know, Typo, the blueberry ones have the sunniest disposition in general; however, the one time when they aren't happy is when they've been interrupted in the middle of eating. And, well. . .yeah. . ."
"HAHA!" Yusuke took this opportunity to slap his thigh in his amusement.
Typo's groaned. Her newly acquired, polyester-furred, plastic monkey body began to vibrate. Her limbs began to jerk too and fro and her head to bobble. Low-quality sounds of guitar back up sounded from speakers at her base and her plastic lips began to move.
"Wild thing,"
Darnar, neeear neear.
"You make my heart sing"
Darnar, neear neear,
"You make everything. . .groovy, "Wild thing. . ."Approximately 2 minutes later, the wretched, dancing gorilla ceased her vibrating and slumped over.
"Thanks for that, Urameshi," she mumbled.
But the respected and acclaimed demon-hunter was still rolling on the ground, tears of merriment gushing from his eyes, along with his companion, Kuwabara. Kurama couldn't help but snerk; Hiei simply lifted an eyebrow.
Suddenly, an ominous rumble rolled over the landscape.
"HEEEEEAAAAYYYY! WILD THANG!" declared Typo as the motion-activation prompted her to do a little jig-step.Another vibration, this one louder and so tremulous that it caused Beagle and Sue to fall to the ground and the Reikai Tantei to strike dramatic poses.
"GRRrrrrOOOoooOOOoooOOOVVVEEEHH!""Damn it, turn that thing off, it'll blow our cover!" Yusuke said from his position standing spread-legged, knees bent, with one hand clasped around his spirit-gun hand and said gun pointing upwards, putting one to mind of a slightly shorter, louder, less sexy 4th Charlie's Angel.
Beagle searched the monkey frantically for an "Off" switch.
Typo squeaked, "Hey! BB, that tickl–!"
A new teeth-rattling resonance.
YOU MAKE ME WANNA DAAAANCE!""No time!" Kurama said from between gritted teeth as he stood upright with his back to Yusuke clutching his Über Rose of Doowem between 2 fingers and holding his head at a slight angle.
"Smash it," Hiei said, nodding toward Sue and Beagle, his stance similar to Kurama's minus the Rose of Powah and mirrored to Yusuke's other side.
If Typo could have created a plastic sweat-drop to mold onto her hairy head, she would have done so at that moment.
"NO!" Sue and Beagle both clutched their former fellow Fangirl protectively.
Kuwabara, crouched with his sword raised over one shoulder, piped up, "Um, guys, don't we need some cover for her to blow, first?"
The Spirit Detectives were pondering that statement when suddenly, the dreaded Lernaean Hydra rose from behind the hill the large blank hole where the mansion would have been was sitting upon. The monster's 3 remaining heads reared and let forth 3 ear-splitting yeowls. Beagle buried her face in the gorilla's fur and cowered, human and toy located smack dab between the Hydra and the Reikai Tantei. Sue, by now, had speedily retreated behind Kurama and was clinging to his ankles, blubbering and spluttering like the most non-grovel-worthy of tyrannical dictatoresses. For once, he could have cared less.
The Hydra loomed, and here we say loomed in the most serious sense, not like give-me-your-milk-money loomed, over the group that was cast in its sizeable shadow. Being the big fat bully it was, it targeted the straggler of the herd, Beagle (and gorilla-Typo), and snaked its center-most head right up to her face, letting forth a contemptuous hiss. It raised its tail into the air and smacked it down causing a–
Darnar. Neear neear. DeearDeear, NeearNeear. Darnar. Neear neear. DeearDeear, NeearNeear.
Silence.
"Wild thing. . .
"You make my heart sing. . . . .
You make everything. . .groovy. . .
Wild thing. . . ."
The youkai cocked its heads inquisitively. The right one snorted. The left one pricked up its ears, swiveling around in search of the source of this strange new sound. The center one started. . . convulsively. . . bobbing. . .
Yusuke lowered his finger. "No. Frikkin. Way."
Hiei put his hand to his forehead and sighed.
Kurama rolled his eyes to the heavens and began distractedly plucking petals from his Über Rose.
The mammoth creature was now swaying jerkily, its other heads having picked up on the tune.
Even the synthetic gorilla was disgusted as she did her groovy thing. But as the last twang of the recorded guitar sounded and Typo once more ceased her erratic movement, the Lernaean Hydra was forced to stop getting its funk on. This irritated it quite profoundly. It roared once more and tottered about, stomping and–
"HEEEEEAAAAYYYY! WILD THANG!"This seemed to soothe the pain at least slightly. The Hydra was a clever beast, and it knew how to get what it wanted–
THWACK
"GRRrrrrOOOoooOOOoooOOOVVVEEEHH!"THWACK
"YOU MAKE ME WANNA DAAAANCE!"Kurama leaned in towards one extremely disgusted Hiei.
"Do you think we should we make a run for it?" he suggested.
"I would, but I'm willing to bet that those two oafs of humans won't want to leave the gorilla-girl and her friends with that– that. . . ." he spat the next words out with difficulty, "fearsome beast when she turns back to a human or whatever she is and stops dancing."
Kurama sighed and shook his head, "Why is it that humans are so attached to those of their own kind? Even the ones they despise?"
"Hmmph. You're one too, you know. I'll bet you couldn't leave them now if you tried." Hiei's mind-blowingly deep, masculine voice for one of his size dripped contempt.
The flower-fancier grimaced. For once, he had to doubt Hiei's emotion-deducing skills. However, the two didn't have any more time to ponder this sentiment, because at that moment the astonishingly clever monster realized that all of its dreams of becoming a professional song-and-dance youkai could come true if only it would pick up the gorilla and take it home to its lair to stay with it forever and ever. Apparently the beast hadn't heard of exhaustible batteries. But that being beside the point, it stopped jim-jiving long enough to whirl around and snatch Typo, hoarse and weary, from Beagle's grasp (with a not-so-stifled shriek from Beagle, we might add) and then, with a final thwack from its tail, stomped off to King of Hell Jr.-Knew-Where to boogie in its own privacy.
A slight breeze lazily brushed its fingers through the remaining beings' hair. Ten minutes later, they were still listlessly staring after the long-gone Lernaean Hydra, mouths still partially hanging open even now that there was nothing to ogle at but the blank white spot where the Megahouse was still absent.
Kurama couldn't help but contemplate, Where the hell did an ancient, mythical Greek monster learn to appreciate retro Americana pop music?
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Well, thurr yas haves it: Chapter 4, long overdue. Okay, I believe it's Sue's turn to AN.
SSSSSSUUUUUUUUUEEEEE!
Wait for it….
Waaaaaaaiiiiitttt………..
ACK! MY TIME TO SHINE! MOVE! Okay. Hello all, it is I, the Marvelous Mary Sue. I'm gonna keep this short cuz I've got a pack of DNAngel collectors' cards that's calling my name, but a bit of housekeeping here:
1. We don't own Yu Yu Hakusho. DUH! God, why does anyone even ATTEMPT to keep disclaimers original?
2. Yes, well, we know all too well that the Social Contract does not have a Dancing Gorilla Section, Clause, or Footnote, but Beagle was typing that part on a laptop which didn't have the 1st or 2nd chapter on it, and it is Beagle's memory we're relying on, here…. and come on, the prospect of forcing Typo to become a singing and dancing gorilla was just, well, just too good.
3. On that same note, we got lazy and didn't put in the whole court case for Typo's felony. Next time, you all shall get to read through the crazy couplets, quirky quatrains, and maybe a senseless sonnet or three… and we MIGHT throw in a harebrained haiku, but I'm not saying anything…. Incase you didn't catch the reason for her penalty, Typo was being manipulative and distortive of Hiei's character. GASHP.
4. You might have noticed that Typo's chapters have more Japanese language references and brainy-sounding YYH speak that me or Beagle's: deal with it.
5. I believe I shall have to buy Kurama a pair of toe socks. If you review this. . .I'm sorry, WHEN YOU REVIEW THIS, it would be oh-so-lovely of you to give me your opinion on color schemes for Kurama's ankles…..
6. The "Darnar neear"s and all that, they're like weird guitar-esque noises. . . No. I'm sorry. It was not some clever secret message encrypted from playing the Teletubbies theme song backwards on helium through a coffee filter. Not that we'd know anything about such things . . .
7.OroWTF? in Kenshin-ese.
8. Siredfathered, dammedmothered. It's dog-breeder speak. Use some windex on those dirty minds.
9. Wasn't Hiei's commercial t3h spiff?
10. You reviewers: You are the bomb-diggity. You have Sue's respect. You have her seal of approval. And I think you have her mint-green hair band, because she can't find it anywhere.
