Combo, or, I'll Have A Side Order Of Weirdness With A Coke

About 27.42 seconds after leaving, Vakko realized he might need Xakko with him if he was going to use spells and stuff (he had no idea whatsoever about what he was going to do when he got there.) Luckily he was just passing the jail at that time. (((A/N: If I remember correctly, that's called a plot contrivance.)))

"Getting Xakko and getting to this place before it closes may be difficult." Thought Vakko. "Hopefully, Ralph is the guard at the front gate to the jail for this shift."

To make a long story short, Ralph was the guard for that shift. Just two minutes later, Vakko was wheeling a heavily sedated Xakko down the road, strapped to one of those vertical gurneys like Hannibal Lecter was in The Silence of the Lambs. Due to being heavily sedated, Xakko treated the situation like a roller coaster ride, shouting "WHEEE!" most of the way (not coherently due to being sedated of course.) Vakko briefly reflected on this expression of joy, realizing that, some day, Xakko could be reformed. But Vakko could not allow the risks that potentially existed for the meantime ever come to fruition. (((A/N: Now there's a word you hear often in normal conversation.)))

The owner looked up from the book he was reading. It was the Marilyn Manson autobiography A Long Hard Road Out Of Hell. The owner actually looked suspiciously like Mr. Manson himself.

"Welcome to Witches, Doctors, and Witchdoctors, how can I serve your occult needs today?" he asked, without much enthusiasm.

Vakko barely had time to introduce himself before the owner realized who he was and what he must be asking for. (The lunatic strapped to the gurney was a dead giveaway.) The owner's suggestion was odd, (((A/N: but hey, if it was normal then what type of a fanfic would that be?))) Since it was Vakko's main wish that he could keep a constant eye on Xakko to ensure that he could not escape again, the owner suggested that the thoughts of the two individuals could be combined, with Xakko's thoughts being trapped by Vakko's, and all existing in Vakko's body.

"Beware this procedure, for it carries terrible consequences for those who abuse the privilege," said the owner.

"That's bad," said Vakko.

"But you can easily control it as long as you are responsible, and eat lots of frogurt every day."

"That's good."

"A head injury may lead to Xakko taking over even if you are very careful."

"That's bad."

"But you're a cartoon, so you can't really get injured."

"That's good."

Vakko then thought to himself: "Well, now that ICC™ exists…" (((A/N: that's the Injury Causing Chemical for those who don't remember or didn't read in my first story, or got so angry at how hard it was to read because the square brackets wouldn't show up that there was no way you could read it all (I eventually resubmitted though)…ummm, where was I? Oh yeah, Vakko was thinking. Let's start that over.))) "Well, now that ICC™ exists, I could get injured, but if there is no-one evil enough to use it on the loose anymore I suppose I don't have to worry."

The owner began to speak again. "I have potions here that can cause injury, but you don't have enough money to stop me from selling them, and if you ever call the cops I will immediately reverse the curse (((A/N: YAY SOX!))) and Xakko will take you over!"

Vakko just took a sideways glance to the Fanfiction audience, as if to say 'what is with this guy?'

"That's bad," reminded the owner of Witches, Doctors, and Witchdoctors, Inc.

"Can we just get started?" Asked Vakko. "I want to be able to get home in time to catch Conan."