How Do You Like Them Apples!
Chapter 8: Double L Team!
A Basinga Productions
Wolflink93: Not much to say… but L would like to say something.
L: (Looking at stack of papers) I am thoroughly impressed with all of the reviews that Wolflink has been getting. So, I would like to say thank you. He even got a review telling him about his grammar. Thank you I will make sure he checks the there, their, they're. Thank you and enjoy this rather long chapter.
Light was sitting on the couch, watching T.V. while Two and a Half men was on. All was peaceful until Light got the call. His cell-phone rang with his favorite song Another One Rides the Bus by Weird Al. (Read the Adventures of L, Light'n, Larry.) Light took out the phone and answered it.
"Hello?" Light greeted, wondering what the call was about.
"Do you have a Jack in a can?" A kid on the other line asked.
"Why, yes I believe I do." Light said, pulling out a can from his pocket.
"Well…Well…" The kid said, giggling. "You better do something about it!" He added, hanging up. Light, confused, hung up on his line. Then it rang again, followed by Light answering it.
"Hello?" Light said.
"Is your refrigerator running?" Said a narrator, like the ones at the football games. Light then got up, walked to his refrigerator, opened it, only to see that it didn't work.
"No." Said Light angrily into the phone.
"If you said yes press one. If no then go fuck yourself." The narrator said cheerfully. Light looked up to the stairs that lead him to his room, and then back at the phone.
It's too far away… Light thought. Light then decided to do the next best thing. He pressed one…
"If you pressed one because of A your bedroom's too far away then press one. If B because that was your first choice in the first place, then press two. In Espanola press tres." The narrator said, giving out the choices. Light thought about pressing three. But thought against it and instead pressed one.
"Well… even though your refrigerator doesn't work. We'll send you a new one… Because you're going to need it on Iron Chef America!!" The narrator said, with Light's eyes going wide.
September 30 6:03 P.M.
"Why am I here again?" L asked confused.
"I need your help to win this." Light said.
"But we're not chefs." L pointed out, before being shoved onto the set along with Light.
"Get out there." The big bulky man commanded.
"Welcome to Iron Chef America!" The announcer said, appearing in a veil of smoke. "Today's match is a tag-team Iron battle … Let's introduce the first contestants." The man said, making a weird/sexual gesture with his hands. "Introducing Light Yagami and his partner… L!!" The man said, making the gesture go faster.
"Yeah we are the double L team." L said, forming both of his hands into L's and sticking them into the air, wiggling them. Causing the crowd to go wild, as they both jumped from a smoke veil. Light also made a dramatic entrance by waving his hands around, with a pen in them, almost as if he were writing in a dramatic fashion. (Like Mikami when he stood up to write names) Causing the crowd to go even more wild.
In the crowd…
"That's my fucking son!" Yelled Soichiro proudly, as he punched a guy in the face. "And that's my fucking boss!" Soichiro yelled aloud, gesturing towards L.
"And introducing the other team… Emeril Chef… and Applebottom!" The announcer yelled. Followed by them coming out of a smoky veil. L and Light were surprised when they saw Emeril with their arch nemesis.
"BAM!" Emeril yelled, followed by the crowd going wild.
"Now time to announce the secret ingredient…" The announcer said, as a drum roll proceeded to play.
"The secret ingredient is…" The drum roll got louder.
"L, we have to win this! Who knows what we might lose if we lose." Light said.
"Also who ever wins get these bubble gum scented bath beads." The announcer said, holding some pink beads into the air.
"I want them…" L said, eyes wide, and dramatized.
"And the secret Ingredient is PPPPIIIIIIICCCCCKKKKLLLLLLEEEESSS." The announcer yelled, pulling a cloth from a table, followed by the drum roll ceasing followed by a cymbal crash. The table had a stack of pickles large enough to feed the entire audience.
"Now on your mark… get set… cook!" The announcer yelled, with both teams running off to prepare their meals.
10 minutes later…
"What the hell are we going to cook?!" Light yelled. L was stuffing pickles in a cake, crying. Light then slapped him across the face.
"Get a hold of yourself we have to think of something!" Light yelled.
"I can't do it!" L sobbed.
"What about the bath beads!?" Light screamed, grabbing L by the shirt and shaking him.
"Wait… you're right…" L said, calming down. "Then what are we going to do?" L asked.
"How about Wendy's?" Light suggested.
"But that's fast food…" L pointed out.
"It's not fast food it's Wendy's." Light quoted the slogan.
"All right!" L exclaimed with enthusiasm.
"Do you have any money?" Light asked, taking out his cell phone.
"No, I used it all to—" L began to say until being interrupted by Light.
"Dang it! Now we can't get Wendy's." Light said, freaking out.
"Then what are we going to do?" L said.
"I don't know!"
Somewhere in the Iron Chef America set…
"What do you see Alton Brown the host of Good Eats?" The announcer asked.
"Did you know pomegranates are like apples? But since their pomegranates there not apples." Alton stated, stupidly.
"…" There was a long pause from both of them.
"Your mother!" The announcer yelled.
"Look at them. Just waiting for us to fail." Light observed, squinting his eyes, looking at Emeril Chef.
"Now to announce the mystery judges." The announcer said, pulling a cloth from a table. Revealing three people sitting in chairs, on a rolling table.
"First up Chicken Joe from Appleseed Exmachitae! Second the Kool-Aid man. And the third judge… Simon Cowell! From American Idol, the X-Factor, and Britain's Got Talent!!" The announcer yelled.
"What are we going to do Light?" L asked, worriedly.
"…Wait, I know what we're going to do…" Light answered dramatically.
10 minutes later 10 minutes left on the clock.
"10 minutes gentlemen, finish up your dishes!" The announcer yelled, doing the weird/sexual gesture. L was shoving pickles into a cake… But this time…he wasn't crying.
"Yeah, L! Molest that cake!" Light yelled, putting a finishing touch on one of the meals. There were also three other dishes done, but they were covered with a cloth (A/N what the hell is up with everybody and cloths!) L, after stuffing the pink frosted cake, which said L's pleasure time, written in blue frosting. Tried to get a peak at what the apple team was doing. Only to get a face full of apple, followed by a "BAM!" coming from Emeril.
"When he goes BAM I go yeaaaah!" Light said like a fan boy.
Get a hold of yourself Light! He's now your enemy! Light thought with vigor.
"10 seconds left!" The announcer yelled, followed by Light grabbing the pan and shaking it, in order to stir it.
"5 Seconds!"
"Easy off!" Light yelled, stirring it.
"4!" The announcer yelled, making the weird/sexual gesture go fast.
"Easy off!" Light said, stirring it again.
"3!" The announcer yelled, going even faster.
"Easy off!" Light yelled, stirring it yet again.
"2!" The announcer yelled, now sweating from doing the gesture. As a man with a jar of mayonnaise was walking his way. Light then flipped the food out of the pan, making it land on 3 separate plates a few feet away. Followed by Light and L saying "BAM!" at the same time. With L seemingly coming out of nowhere, and appearing right next to Light. With both hands formed quickly into L's, and holding them up when he said "BAM!"
"1!" The announcer yelled, making strange noises from doing the gesture. The guy was now right in front of him. Holding the jar of mayonnaise high into the air as if he were going to slam it down.
"And you're done!" Light said, coolly flipping his hair. Followed by the crowd going wild.
"0!" The announcer yelled, as a basket ball game like buzzer sounded. Followed by the guy slamming the jar down onto the announcers "gesturing" hands. Now there was white stuff all over the announcers hands.
"Now the first one to give their dishes is…" The announcer paused, for dramatic effect……..
"APPLE TEAAAAAAAAMMMM!!" The announcer screamed, with the mayonnaise dripping from his hands, followed by blood from the glass shards that were sticking out of his hands. The apple team the stepped forward with their dishes.
Somewhere in the Iron Chef America Set…
"Well it looks like the apple team is up first." Alton Brown said. "And their first dish is… My god… Pomegranate pickle soup… that's taboo…" Alton announced, surprised.
The dish was now being passed out to the three judges. Chicken Joe looked down at the pomegranate juice, with pickle chunks mixed in. He then took a spoon, dipped it and made sure there was some pickle in it. And then ate it… He then put the spoon down neatly and said…
"It's good… 5/10 stars." Chicken Joe said, giving his rating.
"Wait! Why?! You liked it!" Applebottom yelled.
"I don't like pickles and plus… It's not chicken…" Chicken Joe said.
"What about you Kool-Aid man?" Emeril asked. The Kool-Aid man then took the bowl and poured it into his pitcher, causing him to turn orange.
"Oh, yeah!" The Kool-Aid man yelled.
"So, what do you rate it?" The announcer asked
"Oh, yeah!" The Kool-Aid man yelled again.
"It looks like the apple team got an "Oh, Yeah!" out of "Oh, Yeah!".
"Ohhhh, yeah!" The Kool-Aid man agreed.
"What do you think Simon?" The announcer asked. Simon took a bite, then stood up with the bowl. He then walked over toward Emeril and said.
"What the hell are you doing in the cooking industry?" He then poured the soup over Emeril's head until it was empty. He then gave his real opinion.
"I give it a it suck balls/10." Simon said, waiting for the next dish.
"Bring out the next dish!" The announcer commanded of the apple team. The dish was now passed out to the judges.
"This is a pickled apple spiced up for yo' pleasure." Applebottom explained. The dishes were passed out and the all took a bite/poured it into their pitcher. The Kool-Aid man then turned purple.
"Is there any chicken in this?" Chicken Joe questioned.
"No…" Emerial said, followed by a pickled apple being thrown at his head, only for it to miss his head by inches. Chicken Joe was now lying face down on the table doing the worm.
"5/10!" Chicken Joe yelled, getting off the table.
"Kool-Aid man?" Applebottom questioned, gesturing for the pitcher of Kool-Aid to give his opinion.
"Oh, yeah!" The Kool-Aid man said.
"Simon?" Emeril asked. His only answer was Simon using a spoon, to smash the apple into a billion pieces, by stabbing it with the dull end of the spoon.
"It tasted like shit!" Simon yelled, starting to throw the apple pieces at the apple team… Oh the irony…
Somewhere in the Iron Chef America set…
"The Apple Team got the same score twice!" Alton exclaimed in surprise.
"Your mother Alton… Your mother…" The announcer said. Then Soichiro appeared on the screen in a soapy bubble bath, full of vinegar, with a surprised look on his face, and a pink shower cap on.
"These are some bad ass judges." L commented, watching the Kool-Aid man pour blue Kool-Aid powder into his pitcher, causing him to go from purple to green.
"Is that even possible?" Light commented, pointing at the now green Kool-Aid man.
"I dun knu!" L exclaimed, stupidly.
"Well, L… We're in a pickle." Light said, taking a pickle and squeezing it causing vinegar to go all over the floor. "And what's a picture of my dad doing on the T.V.?" Light asked, confused. "Wait, we're going to commerci—" Light said, being interrupted before he could finish.
Commercial time!...
"Sunday! Sunday! Sunday!" The words appeared on the screen followed by a low pitch actiony voice saying the words as they appeared on the screen.
"Come to the kitty cat expo!" The narrator commanded, showing six kittens in a bowl.
"We have popcorn, cake, and ICE CREAAAM!!" The narrator yelled, showing that scoops of ice cream were being placed on the kittens as they mewed.
"Though we don't have many kittens, we have ICE CREAAAAM!!" The narrator screamed, now showing the kittens being beat to death by a hammer, that suddenly appeared on screen, causing the bowl to now be filled with ice cream, fur, and lots of blood. As they mewed in agony!
"I scream for ICE CREAAAAM!" It then showed a fat kid sitting down at a table eating ice cream, in slow motion, as the colors inverted.
Commercial time over…
The next three dishes had already been passed out and Emeril was explaining what it was.
"This is my famous apple pie that has been filled to the brim with pickle juice, bear claws, and salted peanuts." The pie that was explained by Emeril look like a normal pie… except that black goo was oozing from the sides and pooling around the foretold pie. And there were little boils that were bubbling and then popping, with green liquid pooling with it. The minute it was to Chicken Joe he immediately slapped off it off the table, with a passive look on his face. He then gave his rating.
"5/10…" Chicken Joe said, putting his head down. The Kool-Aid man then poured it into his pitcher, it then dissolved as it hit the kool-aid. Nothing happened for a few minutes. Until the liquid then suddenly glowed with a bright white light within milliseconds. The Kool-Aid man was now spazzing out on the floor, he was flailing his arms and legs as if he were having a seizure. After five minutes the bright liquid died down. With the Kool-Aid man standing up looking drowsy. As he stood up, everyone noticed that the left side of his body was yellow, while the other side was a dark blue.
"Well, Kool-Aid man… What do you rate it?" The announcer asked. Everything was quiet as the Kool-Aid man gave his ultimate judgement. The Kool-Aid man had closed his eyes in thought. He then breathed and opened his eyes.
"Oh, yeah!" The Kool-Aid man said, practically beaming. And the crowd went wild. After a few minutes the crowd died down to see what Simon had to say.
"Well, Simon?" The announcer questioned. "What do you think?" The announcer added. Simon then took a bite out of the pie, stood up, with the pie in hand, and walked over toward Emeril. Simon held up the pie as if he were going to smash it in his face. But in a quick motion, he put the pie on the table, face up. Grabbed Emeril by the back of the head, got behind him and slammed his face into the pie, and squishing it even more. So, that Emeril couldn't breathe.
"Eat the pie, honky!! EAT IT!" Simon yelled, lifting his head up and slamming it back down. "BAM that! Bitch!" Simon yelled, going back and sitting down. Emeril then got up and spat the pie out of his mouth then going down and taking a nap on another table. Followed by Applebottom going and sitting under the table.
"Looks like the Apple Team got the same score again! Now let's see if the Double L team can do any better. Chefs! Bring out your dishes!" The announcer announced as they brought out the first dish. They sat the dishes in front of the judges, then removed the cloth to show there food. L then started to explain their first dish.
"A pickled steak, complete with bacon, Canadian bacon, French bacon, and frosting." Chicken Joe with his head still down just swiped the plate off the table. The Kool-Aid man the poured it into his pitcher, causing him to turn blue-green.
"5/10…" Chicken Joe stated.
"Oh, yeah!" The Kool-Aid man gave his rating. Simon then took a bite and prepared to give his opinion. The room went quiet waiting for him to say something.
"You… are… Kira…" Simon said.
"Ha! I knew it!" L exclaimed, pulling out hand cuffs. "I caught you red handed."
"You're Kira… For trying to kill me with such disgusting and dickish food. You both should be the double Kira team instead of the double L team." Simon commented.
"Damn it!" L yelled, disappointed that Light wasn't Kira.
"They got the same rating as the Apple Team… interesting…" The announcer said. As the double L team went to get the next dish Chicken Joe said.
"My left eye is watering." Chicken Joe tried to wipe the tears away.
"Do you have allergies?" The Kool-Aid man asked.
"Yes, why? Is it allergy season?" Chicken Joe asked.
"Oh, yeah!" The Kool-Aid man said.
"Is that all you say besides "do you have allergies?"" Chicken Joe asked.
"Oh, yeah!" Kool-Aid man answered. As the next dish was brought out with L explaining what it was.
"Pickled eggs, with salt, and a side order of clams." L explained.
"Chicken?" Chicken Joe asked.
"You know what… Screw it! 5/10, Oh yeah, and taste like shit right?" Light yelled.
"No, it tastes like… dick!" Simon yelled back. Soichiro then sprung from the audience, grabbing Simon by the neck.
"C'mon, kill me you dick!" Simon spat in his face. Body guards came up and pulled Soichiro away.
"I hope you die of milk poisoning!" Soichiro angrily yelled. Simon then sat down and dusted himself off.
"That was a bedroom performance." Simon said, as if nothing had happened. The Double L team then passed out the final dish.
"This is a pink frosted cake. Sponsored by L's pleasure time. This cake is filled to the brim with pickles, pineapple, fish entrails, and I think I might have shoved in a Victoria Secret magazine." L said in thought. "Oh… Well… Enjoy!" L added, with them taking a bite.
"Tastes like chicken… But it's still not chicken… 5/10." Chicken Joe said. The Kool-Aid man poured it into his pitcher. He had turned from the previously mentioned color to black.
"Oh, yeah!" The Kool-Aid man exclaimed.
"Simon?" L questioned. Simon had his eyes closed in thought. He suddenly opened them and said.
"2… out of 10." Simon said.
Somewhere on the American Chef Set…
"My god… Simon actually gave a rating… How can this be!?" Alton yelled, surprised.
"Your mother, Alton! YOUR MOTHER!" The announcer yelled, also surprised.
On the American Chef Set…
"How's that possible!" Light thought aloud.
"Remember when I told you I didn't have any money to afford Wendy's?..." L asked
"Yeah?" Light said, confused.
Flashback…
"Wait… you're right…" L said, calming down. "Then what are we going to do?" L asked.
"How about Wendy's?" Light suggested.
"But that's fast food…" L pointed out.
"It's not fast food it's Wendy's." Light quoted the slogan.
"All right!" L exclaimed with enthusiasm.
"Do you have any money?" Light asked, taking out his cell phone.
"No, I used it all to—" L began to say until being interrupted by Light.
"Dang it! Now we can't get Wendy's." Light said, freaking out.
Flashback end…
"I lied." L said, grinning.
"You're pulling my leg." Light said, squinting his eyes. As L pulled on his pant legs.
"Yeah, you're right I am." L said, being serious. "You know when I went to go take a bathroom break, before we went on stage?" L asked.
"Yes, but for the readers let's do a flashback." Light suggested with L agreeing.
Flashback…
L and Light were behind the scenes, waiting to go out. Until the silence was broken.
"I have to go take a shit." L said, turning toward Light. Who just stood there.
"Then go take a shit, dumb ass." Light said.
L walking to the bathroom… L's POV…
I was walking down the hall, when I had the sudden urge to start sneaking. When I did I saw a room where the three judges were being sat at a rolling table. I noticed that the three judges were Chicken Joe, Kool-Aid man, and Simon Cowell.
"Simon Cowell's going to be hard to please…" I said watching as they got covered in a cloth, and then being rolled away. I thought that it was strange that they were being covered in a cloth but I digressed. I snuck along the walls waiting for the table to stop rolling, when it did I ran up, and in a quick motion, I pulled up the cloth and went under it.
"Psst, Simon! I have a proposition for you." I whispered, getting his attention.
"That was a bedroom performance." He said to me.
"Oh, yeah!" Kool-Aid man said.
"Shut up you red liquid fat ass!" Simon scolded the Kool-Aid man.
"Oh yeah…" The Kool-Aid man said, now depressed.
"So, What do you want?" Simon said to me.
"I want to bribe you. So, how much money do you want?" I asked, digging through my pant pockets.
"How much you got, dick?" Simon asked.
"Twenty dollars, you know…enough for three chicken sandwiches from Wendy's…" I answered. But, I wouldn't have realized the irony until later when you asked for the money… for Wendy's
"Give me!" Simon commanded, grabbing the money from my hand. I then ran away to go take a much needed shit.
Flashback end…
"So, yeah… It turns out you can bribe Simon." L stated.
"Why you sneaky son of a badger!" Light exclaimed, smiling.
"And the winners are…" The announcer announced, being handed an envelope, opening it, then reading it.
"The Double L team!" Light and L then ran up, with the Kool-Aid man yelling "Oh, Yeah!" over and over as they ran.
"What are you going to do now that you won the bubble gum scented bath beads." The announcer asked.
"I'm gonna go take a bath!" L yelled, happily holding up the beads.
Somewhere in the Iron Chef American Set…
"Well you heard it folks the L's have claimed victory this evening. This is Alton Brown signing off." The show then stopped rolling as the credits rolled.
Somewhere in the U.S.A…
"How could you fail me Emeril and Applebottom! We could have taken over the culinary world if you hadn't failed!" A.G. the leader of the Apples said.
"We're sorry but that Light and L had to show up with their faggot hair!" Applebottom yelled in frustration and anger.
"They were not chefs so that means that somebody must have contacted them to stop us. And from my deductions it's someone from the Food Network Channel. Good thing I saw this coming… Applebottom and Emeril begin phase 2."
"Yes sir!" They both saluted, and then left the hideout.
In L's bathroom...
"I'm gonna smell like bubble gum!" L sung in the shower. But, for some reasone one of the beads were flashing a bright red. L saw this and picked up, and then opened it to find something disturbing.
"It's a tracking device… shit!" L cursed. The shower door was then suddenly slammed opened with L screaming, and covering his body parts.
"Dude what the hell! I'm still in the shower!" L yelled, pulling out his I-Phone, that was being used as the shower nozzle. L then quickly texted Light before being grabbed by the mystery man.
"Dude can I at least get my clothes!?" L yelled.
"Okay fine!" The mystery man grumbled. L then sexily started to put his clothes on. Making the man all—
Commercial time…
"Reasols! We have oranges, bananas, pork chops, pickles, a cockroach infestation, and a new drug that's being sold on the streets, is now being sold in stores! This drug is called Nyquil. For you suicidals out there an over dosage of this will make you drowsy… forever." The guy advertised, as all the things he mention were shown on a table, all of them stacked. Including the cockroach infestation.
"So, buy now!" The guy commanded, as the jingle that was like Reasor's sounded.
"Reasols the wrong place, at the wrong time!... Reasols!" The chorus sang.
Light was sitting on the couch watching two and a half men. When his phone rang signaling he head a text message, with the song Everything You Know Is Wrong by Weird Al was blaring out of the phone. Light looked at his phone and read aloud.
"StalkerX59: Swing your arms from side to side come on everybody do the Mario!" Light read, with him texting back.
"ApplesMustDie77: Hey man what's going on?"
"StalkerX59: Nothin… Hey did you get that thing I sent ya?!"
"ApplesMustDie77: Yeah, I'm holding it right now." Light then pulled out a 12 inch long, 6 inch wide, box.
"Sexycandy34: Hey Light!"
"ApplesMustDie77: Hey L, what are you doing?"
"Sexycandy34: Okay Light I don't have time to chat."
"ApplesMustDie77: Fine honkey! Maybe I don't have time either!"
"Sexycandy34: Light I don't have time someone's in my bathroom. I think he's from the apple organization."
"ApplesMustDie77: Oh is he trying to kidnap you now?"
"Sexycandy34: Yeah :(…"
"ApplesMustdDe77: Well did you get that thing I sent ya?"
"Sexycandy34: What!? No! Why do you keep asking me that!? There never is a thing! I never get the thing! What the fuck is the "thing"?
"ApplesMustDie77: :( why you have to be that way…
"Sexycandy34: I'm sorry… (sigh) and yes I got it…"
"ApplesMustDie77: So do you know where he'll be taking you?
"Sexycandy34: ….No I'll ask… hold on…"
"Sexycandy34: He won't tell.
"ApplesMustDie77: LOL you're screwed. Anyways where is he taking you to eat on the way there?" Light waited 10 seconds but there wasn't a response.
"ApplesMustDie77: You there?"
"Sexycandy34: Yeah I was just putting on my clothes."
"SonicTheHedgehog: Hey guy's what's going on!"
"ApplesMustDie77:Stop texting me you faggot!"
"SonicTheHedgehog: You're too slow! You're too slow! You're too slow! Come on step it up! Come on step it up!" (SonicTheHedgehod has logged off)
"ApplesMustDie77: Finally!... So what ya wearin?"
"Sexycandy34: You know the usual… plain white tee, and some blue jeans."
"ApplesMustDie77: So, where's he taking you to eat?"
"Sexycandy34: Wendy's…"
"ApplesMustDie77: WTF! OMFG NO FAIR! WHY CAN'T I BE KIDNAPPED!?"
"Sexycandy34: Well 54P89TYGV4U3YIHT34809IITO449945794876945:970--/.,..,..,.QSA?22"
"ApplesMustDie77: WTF…"
"Sexycandy34: Sorry I accidentally pressed the shower function. Which caused my I-Phone to spray water in my face causing me to freak out and press all the letters……….LOL….."
"ApplesMustDie77: Wow those I-Phones can do anything."
"Sexycandy34: Yeah it even has a built in candy dispenser function."
"ApplesMustDie77: He let's use the web cam function." Light then pressed a button on his I-Phone. Causing him to appear on the screen in a box on the left side of the screen, with a large rectangle at the bottom. Then L's had appeared on the right side of the screen. And everything was night vision green. They both then started to talk.
"Dude, this is sweet. Though I wish everything wan't green… or that it didn't make my face look so gruff." Light said.
"Yeah I wish it didn't do that either. It reminds me of a game called Iron Bolt Liquid. You know with that bad ass guy name Blake." L commented.
"Never heard of it… I think you got the name wrong… It's Aluminum Screw Gas! And his name was Jake." Light argued.
"No it was—" L was about to say something until that T.V. fuzz appeared all over L's box, with it cutting out the transmission.
"L…L… SNAAAAKKKKEEEE!!" Light screamed.
To be continued…
Wolflink93: Will Light figure out where L is. What is the name of that game? And what is the "thing"? Find out next time on Dragon Ball Z( plays Dragon Ball theme thing after they announce the episode title) Oh wait! (Record skips) I mean How Do You Like Them Apples! (Plays Dragon Ball theme again) And Review. Also to let you know I have already started to work on the next chapter. So, review to make me post it faster.