Random Conspiracies and Bar Parties

by ProfessionallyCrazedNarutoFan

What if Legato finally was granted his wish for the Eternal Pain and Suffering of Vash the Stampede? He'd use it to manipulate and exploit Vash's weakness, that's what. And what's this? Someone's dead?

9. Knivesypoo's Request

Ok. This can't really be considered a chapter . But dear old Knivesy-poo wanted to discuss something with me, so we'll just bear with his lack of sanity.

Disclaimer: I do not own Knives. But his contract with my story belongs to me. So ha.

Random Conspiracies and Bar Parties

Chapter 9 - Knivesy-poo's Request

Alright, Knivesy-poo. I'm here. What do you want?

Knives: -walks in in a parka. His finger is still in his nose.-

-snickercacklesnigger.- HA HA HA.

Knives: T.T MUST you remind me of my humiliation?

You brought it upon yourself, Knivesy-poo. So yes. I must.

Knives: Screw you. But that's not what I came here to discuss.

Well then what did you come here to discuss?

Knives: My contract. I want out.

No can do, Knivesy-poo.

Knives: What do you mean "No can do"?

You work for me now. If I say your soul is mine, it's mine. Sorry, pal. No exit out of this elevator.

Knives: Well where's the contract? I'll rip it up.

No need. I had it copied onto stone and destroyed the paper copy. So you're stuck.

Knives: I can't be stuck. I'll kill you.

You've said this many times and still have yet to do so.

Knives: Well I mean it this time.

No you don't. I have the rights to castrate you if you try.

Knives: Say what?!?!?

And that is exactly the reason why you should read the FINE PRINT.

Knives: What fine print? The print was all the same size.

Duh. It was so fine that it was invisible to the naked eye. Have you never heard of a magnifying glass?

Knives: I despise you.

I know you do, Knivesy-poo.

Knives: Stop calling me that.

I can't do that, Knivesy-poo.

Knives: And why not?

You remember that night you got drunk? You told me to never call you anything but Knivesy-poo.

Knives: I never said that shit.

Yes you did. I have it on tape.

Knives: Blast you.

You're impossible to please, aren't you?

Knives: Just rip up the damn contract and I'll be happy.

How do expect me to rip a rock?

Knives: Dynamite.

Nope.

Knives: Well I quit. And you can't stop me.

I wouldn't do that.

Knives: You're a conniving, manipulative bitch.

I'm so insulted.

Knives: JUST LET ME OUT OF HERE DAMNIT!

Knivesy-poo.

Knives: What.

Have you finished mopping the bar yet?

Knives: ....No.

GET TO WORK YOU LAZY ASS BUM!

With her powers of omnipotentness, the Authoress picks up the puny Knivesy-poo with a Gopher thingy and flings him to Chapter 10.