Trigun: Randomity!
Good Morning! - Chapter 1
Everyone was bored, because, me, being the very evil genius that I am decided to throw all of the Tigun characters I like into a big house where we watch their every move!
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Knives whistled as he his mind conflicted many mental images of gory human slayings. He headed toward the kitchen and flung open the door, without any care at all, taking in his surroundings.
'It's quiet,' he scanned the room pensively. 'Too quiet.' Then, all of a sudden, his fingers made a gun, and he hid behind the right side of the refrigerator, acting as his shield, James Bond music playing in his psycho brain.
' Dunnah-nah, now, now! Duh! Duh! Dunnah-nah-nah-now-now!'
He immediately shifted from the refrigerator to the table, looking at the magazines that lay stacked atop it horizontally. He picked them up and began sniffing them suspiciously.
He scanned through them carefully, making sure not to miss one single out of place detail.
'Hmm… Home and Garden… Us Weekly….Playboy… PLAYBOY?' He sniffed it again.
"Vash." He narrowed his eyes and scanned through the room for any imperfections.
Then, he heard the thumping of feet, and sure enough, there was Vash, in all his oblivious stupidity. Then he noticed knives, getting his own imaginary gun ready, and aimed. Knives turned around abruptly to be face to face with Vash's imaginary gun aimed to his head.
"Hi! How are you today? I'm Vash and I'll be your killer for today!"
Knives grimaced. "You never really knew how to kill, huh, brother?"
Then all the sudden Vash and Knives both snapped out of their strange and incoherent mood-swing, to a more normal one, one with no imaginary deaths or creepy James Bond background music.
"So, want some toast, o brother of mine?"
"Eh, I go more for that liquidy stuff that tastes like fruit."
"Oh, you mean pancakes?"
"No, you asshole, Yogurt!"
"Yo to you too, but who's Gurt?"
"Yogurt."
"OH! Why didn't you just say so!"
"And to think I thought you where talking about pancakes. I was, like, so totally off!"
Ignoring the very girly sound of Vash's voice, he asked another question in which he expected to be answered.
"How In the hell did you get pancakes off of that?"
"I just thought you where saying you like it when you swallow a chewed up piece of blueberry pancake."
"Dumbass."
Then Vash turned around to face Knive's once again.
"What you talking bout, Willis?"
Then, at that very moment a very irked looking Meryl and Millie walked down the steps that led into the kitchen.
"Don't ask!" Meryl sad, big puffy circles under her eyelids and a frown on her face.
"Mr. Legato kept us up all night talking to the sofa cushions in his bedroom, I don't know what could've possessed him to do it, by my my, he sure can entertain himself, I was sure he'd be a goner after one hour! Who knows what he was doing in there to make all that noise."
"Last thing that I remember was him talking to his imaginary friend, named Billop."
Just then, Legato gracefully waltzed into the kitchen, too, slipping on a microscopic ice cube, and getting back up.
"Bad, bad Phil, you bad radioactive poisoned ounce of microscopic melted ice-cube! You did that purposely. Don't make me have to get Maurice!"
Knives looked up at that comment.
"And, who may I ask is this Maurice?"
"The Dirt Devil in the living room."
"You have issues!"
Everyone watched in amazement as Legato talked to an imaginary piece of ice, that he imaginarily slipped on.
"Now, I can get Molly and George, but they're on summer vacation, even though I don't believe them…"
Everyone ignored his rambling and did their own things. Vash was counting how many fingers and toes he had, to see if he could successfully count past 4, without looking in his pre-school workbook, Knives was trying to find a thing of yogurt… as James Bond, and Meryl and Millie where staring into space, until Meryl's temper got the better of her.
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" She said acidly.
"There. Now I'm better."
Everyone then turned to stone, and their hair was plated stiff to the place where Meryl's yell blew it.
Finishing her coffee, she exited the kitchen and entered the living room.
Back in the kitchen everyone was still very wind-swept, until Vash spoke up.
"Blah! Morning Breath!"
"I should've never woken up." Knives finally found some yogurt and ate in anger, everyone else could tell, because he stabbed the poor cup of liquid-fruit-stuff, called yogurt, and the plastic spoon he had held in his hand, was now wedged inside the sides of the yogurt container.
"Thanks for nothing." Then he got up and went to join Meryl in the living room.
Then, Legato started another conversation with his good friend, Mr. Orange Juice Carton! Millie stared, amused. Vash just stood up against the wall until he could breath, after Meryl's horrible, dreadful, nightmarish, horrifyin- alright, too many adjectives. Anyway, he was horribly traumatized to the point where he could only talk in little blurbs.
This was a relatively normal morning for the Trigun characters, others, you don't wanna know…