Hot, Baby, Hot Part 14: Mad Otaku? Oh no...
Yeah, last time the trio had encountered Dilandau's secret weapon. They fought with the DIC and were losing until Hitomi remembered somthing from a book, that DIC could only be beaten by mad Otaku, umm ok...Utena was ent to get some......and uh......stuff......yep stuff.....ok go away and read now.................................
Van yelled in pain again as he was thrown into another wall by the Dubber #3.
Man#3: Hahahahaha *snort* Heeheeheehee! You cannot defeat me puny mortal! I will rewrite you so much that you wont recognize yourself! AHAHAHAHA!
Man#2: Heh. Your friend will not make it back in time to save you! You all will be thrust into our american T.V. show! And we will give it some silly name like 'Escaflonez!' *snort* Ahahahahahahahahahah *snort*.
Van: O.o, What kind of name is that?
Hitomi: Wait! I hear something!
Everyone turns their heads towards the end of the sewer tunnel. A pink haired girl carrying a huge box slips and falls into the muck.
Utena: Owwwww!..... H-here are your Otaku!
Hitomi: Now Utena! Release them!
Utena opens the long side of the crate and a pimple faced girl and boy come out.
Girl Otaku: Hmmmm....Ha! EEEEEEEEEKKKKK!!!! VANNNNNNNNNN!!!!
Her eyes light up immidiatly at the sight of Van. She runs over and glomps him. ACKKKKKKK!!! YOURE SOOOOOOOOO BISHONEN!!!!!! EEEEKKKKKK!!!
The Boy Otaku runs over and begins to worship Utena and Hitomi.
Boy Otaku: Oh Mighty and beutiful shojo goddesses! I cannot even begin to count all of the fandom shrines I have made in your honor! Is there ANYTHING I can do for you, oh pretty ones?!
Both girls sweatdrop.
Utena&Hitomi: Heh. O-okay....umm destroy those DIC over there for us!
Both otaku get up from their respective worshipping positions and glare at the DIC.
Otaku: Heh! We will get you for disgracing all of anime!
The otaku make a mad charge at the DIC, Mighty Pens'o'Fanfiction raised high, poised and ready.
DIC: A-AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Boy: This is for Sailor moon!!!! AUAUAUAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!
A- ummmmm large dust cloud swirls around the fight, partly because there is just too much violence that would ashame even an NC-17 fiction and mostly because I'm incredibly lazy.
After the dust clears, the otaku sit down back to back huffing and puffing.
Girl: That-hff-was-pff-hard-hff.
Boy: Yeah-hff-but-hff-we-pff-did it-hff.
Utena: Well guess its over.
Van: What's over? Tea time?
Everyone but Van face-faults.
Utena: Well lets go then! Were free again!
???: Heheheheh. Not so fast.
Everyone turns aorund to face Dilandau. He has an AK-47 asault rife slung over his shoulder, a missile launcher in hs left hand at his side, and his sword in its sheath for good measure.
Dilandau: Tsk-Tsk. If ya want something done you just gotta do it yourself these days.
He points his rifle at Van. It clicks as the mechanisims are moved.
Dilandau: Say good-bye Van Fanel.
Ill just let you hang in suspense for now.......hehehehehehehe......
I hate beans.
Why do you even care?
Life sucks.
Im wasting space. Hehehehehe.
On board the outlaw star.
Gene gets up from the couch. "Bathroom break!".
Yeah, last time the trio had encountered Dilandau's secret weapon. They fought with the DIC and were losing until Hitomi remembered somthing from a book, that DIC could only be beaten by mad Otaku, umm ok...Utena was ent to get some......and uh......stuff......yep stuff.....ok go away and read now.................................
Van yelled in pain again as he was thrown into another wall by the Dubber #3.
Man#3: Hahahahaha *snort* Heeheeheehee! You cannot defeat me puny mortal! I will rewrite you so much that you wont recognize yourself! AHAHAHAHA!
Man#2: Heh. Your friend will not make it back in time to save you! You all will be thrust into our american T.V. show! And we will give it some silly name like 'Escaflonez!' *snort* Ahahahahahahahahahah *snort*.
Van: O.o, What kind of name is that?
Hitomi: Wait! I hear something!
Everyone turns their heads towards the end of the sewer tunnel. A pink haired girl carrying a huge box slips and falls into the muck.
Utena: Owwwww!..... H-here are your Otaku!
Hitomi: Now Utena! Release them!
Utena opens the long side of the crate and a pimple faced girl and boy come out.
Girl Otaku: Hmmmm....Ha! EEEEEEEEEKKKKK!!!! VANNNNNNNNNN!!!!
Her eyes light up immidiatly at the sight of Van. She runs over and glomps him. ACKKKKKKK!!! YOURE SOOOOOOOOO BISHONEN!!!!!! EEEEKKKKKK!!!
The Boy Otaku runs over and begins to worship Utena and Hitomi.
Boy Otaku: Oh Mighty and beutiful shojo goddesses! I cannot even begin to count all of the fandom shrines I have made in your honor! Is there ANYTHING I can do for you, oh pretty ones?!
Both girls sweatdrop.
Utena&Hitomi: Heh. O-okay....umm destroy those DIC over there for us!
Both otaku get up from their respective worshipping positions and glare at the DIC.
Otaku: Heh! We will get you for disgracing all of anime!
The otaku make a mad charge at the DIC, Mighty Pens'o'Fanfiction raised high, poised and ready.
DIC: A-AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Boy: This is for Sailor moon!!!! AUAUAUAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!
A- ummmmm large dust cloud swirls around the fight, partly because there is just too much violence that would ashame even an NC-17 fiction and mostly because I'm incredibly lazy.
After the dust clears, the otaku sit down back to back huffing and puffing.
Girl: That-hff-was-pff-hard-hff.
Boy: Yeah-hff-but-hff-we-pff-did it-hff.
Utena: Well guess its over.
Van: What's over? Tea time?
Everyone but Van face-faults.
Utena: Well lets go then! Were free again!
???: Heheheheh. Not so fast.
Everyone turns aorund to face Dilandau. He has an AK-47 asault rife slung over his shoulder, a missile launcher in hs left hand at his side, and his sword in its sheath for good measure.
Dilandau: Tsk-Tsk. If ya want something done you just gotta do it yourself these days.
He points his rifle at Van. It clicks as the mechanisims are moved.
Dilandau: Say good-bye Van Fanel.
Ill just let you hang in suspense for now.......hehehehehehehe......
I hate beans.
Why do you even care?
Life sucks.
Im wasting space. Hehehehehe.
On board the outlaw star.
Gene gets up from the couch. "Bathroom break!".