A/N: I'd like to thank those who reviewed, especially those from BBRP. You guys rock!
I've updated with another chapter! Go figure, huh? Anyhow, this is how Gaz and GIR got their meat from the fans. Another chapter may be in store again, but if I make another, I might just have to turn this into an epic, and eventually a self-insertion. It doesn't sound very appealing to me, since I seem to dipict myself in the worst ways in all my self-insertion fics. However, I think it might be safe to say that my reviewers will keep me in check. No? If you want to see this turn into an epic, I will include my reviewers as well. That way, I won't have to be the focus of the discovery. Alright? Alright. Time to start the second part of the show!
Disclaimer: As much as it hurts me to say it, I am not in any way affiliated with Jhonen Vasquez, nor with Viacom. All of the characters dipicted in this story belong soley to these entities. And pain paired with rage. I almost forgot the rage.
Gaz tapped on the buttons of her GameSlave, not paying the slightest attention to Mr. Elliot, who was lecturing them on the dangers of falling into depression. It seemed as if he smiled every waking moment of his life, but Gaz was not sure if that was possible herself. It was hard for her to smile, even when she was happy. She was always cautious about smiling, especially in public, due to the fact that it was obviously contagious, and people displayed even more stupidity when they frolicked in the light of their lives...
Elliot's phone rang lifting itself slightly off the desk, and the teacher picked up the reciever with as much glee as humanly possible. Nodding to someone who could not see him, he hung up the phone almost immediately and grinned at the children in his midst. Pausing her game, Gaz raised an eyebrow curiously in spite of herself.
"Hey, kids! You know what today is?" Elliot raised his arms, anticipating his own guessing game. Everyone grumbled.
"Valentine's Day!" Donutte cried, the only one nearly as happy as the instructor. Everyone but Gaz seemed to perk up when Elliot nodded with vigor.
"That's right! It's time to bring out the meats, children!" Said children made a mad dive under their desks and brought out many boxes of carefully packaged beef, chicken and pork products. Gaz shuddered at the latter, remembering all too clearly her incident with pig. She otherwise completely ignored her classmates, not interested at all in exchanging meat with anyone she would rather not know.
When Zootch nearly set a pork tenderloin on her desk, the contemtuous heroine brought her fist up to his face so fast, it was almost unnerving. The tenderloin lay next to the unconscious Zootch several minutes until he woke and crawled away hastily. Gaz didn't seem to notice, or care, as she was still engrossed in her Vampire Piggies.
If Gaz wished not to be included in the festivities, it wasn't obvious to everyone in the universe. Mr. Elliot had picked up his phone a second time that day and this time his face fell. He glanced over at the confrontational little girl in the corner of the room, completely casting aside the rest of the world for her games. He nodded, once again to someone who was unable to see his action and then hung up in a hurry. Clearing his throat, he regretfully called over to Gaz.
"Gaz?" The subject looked up, nodded and then looked down at her console in quick succession. "You have a package?"
Gaz's gaze now rested on Mr. Elliot longer than two seconds. She once again raised an inquisitive eyebrow at the teacher.
Elliot pushed a button on his desk's surface and a box wrapped in black paper with pink hearts shot out of a tube sticking out of the drywall behind the wallpaper. The instructor caught it and brought it carefully over to the student's desk. She examined the outside visually for a few seconds before hesitantly ripping off the paper on the outside.
After digging her small hands under the flaps on the plain cardboard box and pulling them apart, she found a lone ham with a small note attached:
We Love You!
Love,
The Fans
Her eyes actually widened considerably as she looked from the ham to the note and back again. Some leftover groupies from the media-freak curse... Or was it some sort of sick joke? Her eyes returned to their normal state and she clenched her fists menacingly, at which cue the entire class fled to the opposite corner of the room in fear of her irate attitude.
Meanwhile, GIR was entertaining himself as best he could, which meant that his master would be all too unhappy when he came back to the base that afternoon. The automaton couldn't help himself, though; in his own mind, there was nothing better to do with your time than bake bacon cookies, even if you did have to make a mess. Of course, the fact that he was making a mess never crossed his tiny mind.
"Secret ingredient! Secret ingredient!" He shrieked, dropping a massive amount of change into the dough and stirring the coins in. Giggling, he overturned the bowl and allowed the ball of cookie dough to drop on the greased pan, overflowing off the sides. He shoved the pan into the oven, preheated to the very highest temperature. He skipped off, neglecting the fire hazard he'd committed and hid behind the couch.
The Pig sat behind the sofa as well, blinking at GIR as if trying to make sense of the situation. GIR shushed him impatiently.
"We have to be QUIET, PIG! The magic won't happen if it know we here!" He insisted, staring at the front door attentively. Minutes passed without event as Pig and GIR sat behind the furniture, hiding from only who knows what. Suddenly GIR decided he'd had enough.
"Let's play crush da can! Ehehehehe!" The little robot beckoned to Pig, who followed obediently. Just as soon as GIR opened the door though, he was looking at a pair of legs. His head snapped upward to meet a face covered in blemishes and a vacant expression.
"Woah," The teenager said in a monotone, "Cool technology."
"Yup! I have an arm!" GIR kicked the boy in the shin trying to show off his multiple limbs, which irritated him into dropping the package that he was holding and runnning for his truck. The adolescent was gone before GIR knew exactly what had happened.
He was little deterred however, only pausing a moment before pouncing on the box wrapped in white glossy paper with green hearts. He'd torn it apart and was still trying to open it even though he had reduced the package to shreds and was now sitting on the contents. Pig took a good look at what GIR was using as a seat and squealed, running away from him as well.
"Awwww! Where'd ya go? Where? Where?" GIR cried, looking around for his piggy companion. He was distracted once again by his seat. "Woo! Lookit that!"
Rolling off the ham underneath him, he picked it up and picked the small note off of it. Almost as if he'd been possessed by a strange craving, he nearly inhaled the entire ham, stuffing it in his mouth in one bite. He spent several minutes after that sitting motionless on the concrete, still as possible. It wasn't long before he was moving again, however, after letting out a very loud belch that managed to shatter several neighbors' windows.
Satisfied, he headed back to his wide open front door. Unfortunately, he remembered a small fact that kept him from entering the now smoking house.
"I've got lint in here!"
He opened his head and dove his hand into the space. Soon he was pulling out massive amounts of lint, giggling madly and drawing many stares from passersby.
This chapter was much shorter than the last one, but Gaz was already in class, and I'm not very good at writing GIR, I'm afraid. I think he's much too random. You can tell me how I did. After all, that is what review is for. Also, don't forget to encourage or discourage me from making another chapter. Either way will be productive. And if you do want me to continue, don't forget to include your or your character's description so I can include you in the rest of the story (just to even things out; not to mention, I might not have to include myself, lol!)
Blessed Be!