(A/M: Hey all! Shinigami Goumon here! Thanks for your patience all! Without further adieu, here's the next chapter!)

Shinigami Goumon was happy again, spinning in her office chair, scarfing down chocolate muffin after chocolate muffin.

As she whirled around, one had to wonder: How was she not getting sick?

From in the audience, several of the Sailor Senshi could be heard puking their guts out.

There's your answer.

Shinigami stopped spinning a moment to pinpointher next target.

A relatively easy task with so many targets.

"Our next contestant isss...HAYATE! COME ONNN DOWN!"

The Leafe' Knight of Wind flew down gracefully and settled down on the stool of his most certaindoom.

"Know Your Stars! Know Your Stars! Know Your Stars!"

"Hayate…he thinks that the way Hajime wears his hair is HAWT!"

"No I don't! Now that Tanaka on the other hand…" Hayate trailed off, thinking about only God knows what.

God looked down upon the studio, the Buddha, Colonel Sanders and Spongebob Squarepants surrounding him, and shuddered.

"I DO know what and sir? You are DEFINITELY going to hell." God choked.

"That's for sure." The Buddha nodded, shivering with disgust.

"Keep the popcorn chicken comin', Colonel!" Spongebob barked.

Colonel Sanders began lobbing chicken bits into Spongebob's mouth.

Back on earth, the Leafe' Knight were seriously freaking out.

"EEEWW!" Mannen shrieked.

"Oh SICK!" Goh wretched.

"DEEEE-SGUSTING!" Hajime cried.

"Oh…ulgh…I think I'm gonna-!" Kei didn't finish his sentence because he collapsed to his knees vomiting.

"How could you be so revolting?" Sasame asked, feeling bile rise up in his throat

"Hayate that is SOOO gross!" Himeno gagged.

"What?" Tanaka shrugged, bald head gleaming, "Don't hate th' playah! Hate th' game!"

"Hayate…he wishes nothing more than for the Princess of Disaster to rip Himeno's head off."

"I do NOT! I want to rip the Princess of DISASTER'S head off!" Hayate said stubbornly,

"Hayate! You ASSHOLE! THAT'S MY MOTHER YOU BITCH!" Mawata shrieked.

"Hey, can't deny what I feel babes. Sorry!" Hayate shrugged.

"I cannot believe you're such an ASS!" Himeno snarled.

"Buh-lieve it, Tulip Head!"

"Who asked you!" Mannen growled.

"Hayate…his not so secret hobby is going to Otaku Con's with me!"

"He he he he…" Hayate chuckled nervously.

"Hayate…that is sooo…lame." Kei sighed, casting his eyes at the floor.

"You better watch yo mouth Kei before I zap ya good!"

"YEEP!" Kei squeaked.

"See ya at Yatta Con, Tama-bay-beh!"

"Can't wait!" Hayate grinned.

"You cosplay as that prick?" Goh cried, "Figures!"

"Whaddid you call me?" Tamahome snarled.

"YOU HEARD ME!" Goh shouted back.

"Meet me behind the studio, Fire Bug!" Tamahome growled.

"Yer on, Ghost Boy!" Goh sneered.

"Now you know…Hayate!"
In her booth, Shinigami had spotted a group that reeeeeeeally didn't belong in her audience.

How they had slipped by security was no mystery.

They looked enough like anime to slip by.

But still, she knew her Ameri-me when she saw it.

And she was gonna make the ugliest prick of the bunch pay for their stupidity.

"The next fodder to be tossed to the stool isss…FIRE LORD OZAI! COME ONNN DOWN!"

The Ameri-me cretin marched confidently to his doom without even realizing it.

"Know Your Stars! Know Your Stars! Know Your Stars!"

"Fire Lord Ozai…his real name is Princess Puffy Pants!"

"HOW DARE YOU! I'LL BURN YOU TO ASHES!" Ozai roared, shooting flames everywhere.

"Now, now your highness, that's no way for a Princess to comport herself!"

"I'M NOT A PRINCESS!" Ozai shouted, "I AM LORD OF THE FIRE NATION! SAY THAT AGAIN AND I'LL BURN YOU TO YOUR BONE MARROW!"

"You'd hafta find me first…Princess."

"RRRRRR-RRRRR!" Ozai snarled, shooting fire out of his nostrils.

"Princess Puffy Pants…-

"MY NAME IS NOT PUFFY PANTS! NOR AM I A PRINCESS!" Ozai shouted, flames erupting from his body, licking at the camera men, who were well prepared for these situations after the Puu incident and now wore fire proof suits.

…his best friend is a unicorn named Daisy P. Sugarblossom!"

"I would NEVER befriend such a loathsome creature!" Ozai snarled, covering the floor with cinders as he seethed in silent rage.

"Awww…you shouldn't talk like that! You'll hurt Daisy's feelings!"

"THERE IS-NO-DAISY!" Ozai bellowed, shooting flames so far across the room that even Zuko had to duck.

"If you keep talking like that, Daisy will stop being your friend and run off to join Kattara and Aang, Stupid-Head!"

"Like I even care, and I'm NOT A STUPID-HEAD!" Ozai thundered.

"Princess Puffy Pants…-

"Will you STOP THAT?" Ozai growled, massaging his temple.

…he likes to shove balloons in his shirt and scream, "FIFTEEN MORE YEARS TIL I CAN AFFORD THOSE IMPLANTS!""

"FATHER!" Zuko shouted leaping to his feet, "YOU'RE A DISGRACE!"

"IT'S NOT TRUE!" Ozai shrieked in a panic.

"Chyeah right! Tell me another one, Puffy Pants!"

"IT ISN'T YOU LYING WENCH!" Ozai-koff-excuse me, Princess Puffy pants screamed, shooting fire every which way.

"Now you know…Princess Puffy Pants!"

"IT'S FIRE LORD OZAI DAMMIT! WHEN I FIND YOU, I SWEAR TA GOD I'LL-!" Ozai roared only to be interrupted by the Disembodied voice that was Shinigami Goumon.

"Tut, tut, Princess! It's not polite to swear!"

"DAMN YOUUUUUUUU!"

"Hee hee! That'll teah'm for tryna sneak into my audience!" Goumon smirked, spinning in her chair.

She played the spinny-spinny-who's gonna-winny game to select her next victim-koff-contestant.

Shinigami flew off the chair and went-SPLAT-against the glass.

Through the one-way glass, Goumon spotted her next candidate.

And what a lovely candidate he was, too.

"Our next victim issss…EDWARD ELRIC! COME ONNN DOWN!"

The rather cute, undersized (but perfectly proportioned) sixteen year old strode easily down the stars and sat down comfortably on the stool.

"Know Your Stars! Know Your Stars! Know Your Stars!"

"Ed…he absolutely loves it when people call him Shortstack!"

"WHADDID YOU SAY? GET DOWN HERE! I'LL KICK YOUR ASS!" Ed screamed, toppling the stool as he leapt to his feet, face contorted with rage.

"See? Pipsqueak McDwarfmore just adores it when ya call'm microscopic! It's like a drug to him!"

"WHO'RE YOU CALLING SHORT YOU BITCH?" Ed roared, looking for the source of the insults, "I DARE YOU TA COME DOWN HERE AND SAY THAT!"

"HOKIE-DOKIE-ARTICHOKIE!"
"What the hell?" Yusuke muttered.

"No fuckin' way." Kakashi shook his head in disbelief.

"She's leaving her booth?" Sakura wondered.

A door opened to the left of the seats and for the first time Shinigami Goumon showed herself.

She had copper colored hair that hit her shoulder blades.

The shortest portion of her bangs hit the hinge of her jawbone (located by the ears) and fell into her eyes stylishly.

Golden brown eyes (more gold than brown) stared out behind those bangs and had a rather malicious light in them.

She wore a baggy black shirt that read, "DO NOT DISTURB! disturbed enough already!", baggy black jeans with tons of chains, spiked black chokers, black sex bracelets and finger armor on every other finger.

She was five foot seven (teetering on five foot eight) and really didn't look all that terrifying.

In fact, she looked, all in all, pretty average.

Like a background chara.

"You're…the disembodied voice?" Ed asked in disbelief.

"You got it, Oompa Loompa McShrimpinstein!" she grinned, revealing a set of longer than normal, rather pointed of K-9's.

"WHADDID YOU CALL ME!" Ed roared.

"You heard me, Mini Me!" Shinigami smirked.

"YOU'RE DEAD!" Ed bellowed, clapping his hands together, then slamming them into the earth.

The tidal wave of granite shot towards the hostess, who simply looked at it with a huge foxish grin on her face as it bounced off a rather impressive shield.

"WHAT TH' HELL?" Ed cried as his spell shot at the wall over his head.

"BROTHER!" Al cried.

"Remind me ta thank Yuuko for that one!" Goumon smirked, leaning on one hip, finger armor gleaming.

"Whaddidja do for it?" a stage hand inquired.

"Nuttin' much." Shinigami Goumon shrugged, "Just set her up with some new drinkin' buddies!"

-With Yuuko-

"Izzat all-hic!- yew got?" Yuuko slurred, filling up another glass.

"Shyeah ri-hic-right Shiela." Chuu burped, snatching it from her.

"Bring ih-hic-bring ih on!" Hatsuho smiled sloppily.

"Now then, Ed…he absolutely adores milk and drinks it straight from the cow!" Shinigami grinned.

"For the last goddamn time, I HATE MILK!" Ed shrieked.

"Ah, his unwavering devotion for milk!" Goumon sobbed, crocodile tears streaming down her face, "IT'S SO INSPIRING!"

"I HATE MILK ALMOST AS MUCH AS I HATE YOU BITCH!" Ed screamed.

"It makes me wanna sing!" Shinigami Goumon cried, "It makes ME! Your hostess, wanna write a song, of and about milk, just for Ed! His love is that inspiring!"

"DON'T YOU DARE-!" Ed didn't get the words out because Shinigami burst into song.

(sung to the tune of Comet)

"MI-LK!" Goumon sang, deliberately off key, "YOU'LL DRINK IT ALL-DAY-LONG! MI-LK! IT MAKES YOUR BONES-GROW-STRONG! MI-LK! SO SOFT LIKE SI-LK! SO GETCHER MI-LK! LIKE SI-LK TO-DAAYYEE!"

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Ed roared.

"Now you know…Ed!" Shinigami Goumon grinned, "Ohhhh boys? Take care of him!"

The M.I.W.'s charged the stage and hauled Ed off, Al clanking after him.

"Hee hee hee!" Shinigami laughed walking back up to her booth, "Anyone else wanna take me on?"

There was an audience wide head shake; no.

"Thought not!" Goumon snickered disappearing into her booth again, locking the door behind her.

Such fun!

Such fun!

Who will be thenext one?

(A/N: Who's next? R&R!)