Note: Yeah, this one is short. But I honestly can't write for Kururu. He drives me up a wall, even though I love him.
Chapter 3
My name is Sergeant Keroro.
And I shall soon be master of all things Gundam! Kerorororororo!
Ack! Giroro! No! Don't shoot me! That weapon causes bleeding AND pain!
Alright! I'll soon be master of Pokopen! There! Happy?
…I don't understand why you'd want to destroy the home of your beloved Summer(1)…
NOO! Gak! Have mercy!
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Kukuku, I am the Ultra-Cool Kururu and, while my un-cool comrades duke it out, I'll be telling this story.
A few days ago I was down in my groovy lair when I overheard a Pokopen radio announcement. Of course, the awesome message was given by my good friend 623.
"Sorry to interrupt Mutsumi's Poetry Corner, but there is an important message for students of Kissho Middle School. Due to the recent attack by animals, the beginning of the school year will be postponed indefinitely. Enjoy your extended Summer!"
This would be a major setback to Operation Pokopen. With such a large number of Pokopenians free to react, any steps we take towards total invasion would be challenged. Besides, I'd much rather spend my time on fun.
Though I couldn't help but wonder: why had the Pokopen animals attacked the School? When we'd given them Pokopen-form (using one of my ingenious inventions) they had shown no desire for destruction. Why would they suddenly change their minds.
Unless a rival species had been able to out do my invention…
Never! There is no race more technological then we Kerons! None!
Yet still, there's always a chance…
Kukukuku, I ignored the Non-Interference treaty and began to plan reconnaissance.