"The New Phone Book's Here! It's here!"
Roxas yelped happily from the driveway and as he got into the house. Axel peered over the Sunday paper at the other, his brow raised. "Why do you get excited over nothing?"
"It's not nothing! It means I'm somebody now! My name is in print! It's practically free publicity!"
Axel stared at him, wide-eyed and quizzically going insane.
"MILLIONS OF PEOPLE LOOK AT THIS EVERYDAY!"
Somewhere a certain silver-haired fiend was skimming through the phone book and turned to a random page. "Hunh..Roxas Fungbottom.. Sounds like your everyday average bastard. I'm going to kill him." He cocked his gun, snarling at the name and going out of his fairy castle and magically appearing outside Roxas's house. In a car. Chevy. Green. Looking through the scope in his sniper he saw Roxas through the window, jumping up and down behind Axel. "Agh! Stupid red-haired average bastard getting in the way of me shooting that blonde-haired average bastard!"
A pile of cans sat on the table and as Axel got up to go and barf because we all know he's anorexic, the man shot and hit the cans. Roxas looked around like a dog who lost his bone and needed it in order to feel safe and secure because the bone is like his lover and spotted the man through the window.
"AHH! HE'S MAD AT THOSE CANS!"
Quickly Ansem drove off to avoid being caught by the police and blamed for being a child molester.
Roxas burst into the bathroom on Axel with his finger down his throat screaming and flailing his arms wildly. "THE CANS ARE UNDER ATTACK!"
Axel coughed, wiping his mouth, "What the fuck is your problem? Is this like a side effect of our sex, er what? All I did was su- "
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