"I would like, ah, if I may," Sesshomaru says, "to take a slight detour in the story telling." He is sitting at a computer in his study, checking through all of his songs, trying to decide which ones to burn onto a compact disk. "There is a little bit of a back story to Jakotsu's creation." He clicks the songs he wishes and drags them into a play list. "You see," he continues, "a man without a brain is not much of a man. And so, this prompted Jakotsu to seek out one." He clicks a song called "Tooty Fruity" and it begins to play. It is a classic-sounding rock and roll tune. "And as luck would have it, one night a delivery boy came to the mansion by mistake." He stops the song and adds it to his play list. "This young man's brain, the mad doctor thought, would be perfect for his creation. So, he lured the poor unsuspecting delivery boy into his laboratory, and," he stops, clicks another song, and a loud static blares throughout the study. Sesshomaru throws his hands to his ears to block out the sound, and frantically tries to switch it off. He does. "Sorry about that," he says with a growl. He smiles. "Well, I suppose I should be getting on with the story. Enjoy."

A loud bang crashed throughout the lab. People murmured and glanced around nervously. There was a big red door on the left wall. Jakotsu walked over to it, as it was from that door that the sounds were coming. He placed his hands onto it and shouted, "Keep quiet in there, you uncontemptible blatheration." But the sounds kept coming. "Shit," he cursed under his breath. The door bashed forwards and fell on top of Jakotsu, and a motorcycle-riding rock'n'roller, clad in tight jeans, a leather jacket, and a blue-and-white spotted bandana, shot out from the room, which turned out to be a deep freeze.

"Koga!" Kagome gasped in shock, surprise and admiration. "So that's where you've been hiding all this time!" She ran over to him, hopped onto the back seat of his motorcycle and threw her arms around him.

"Sorry 'bout the wait, babe," he smiled a slick grin. He revved the engine of the motorbike and took off around the room, doing wheelies and doughnuts, and singing this tune:

Koga: Whatever happened to the weekend's morn'

When you got up grogged and you felt worn?

It don't seem the same since fast-food drives.

The morning breakfast I think I gotta revive.

Meanwhile, Jakotsu had struggled out from under the giant door. "That little bastard," he growled between gritted teeth. "Nobody does that to Doctor Jakotsu and gets away with it!"

But Koga and the other guests, including Miroku and Sango, were completely oblivious to Jakotsu. They had all been won over by the young punk and his motorcycling song.

Koga: Tooty Fruity, bless my soul, I'd really love another bowl.

Tooty Fruity, bless my soul, I'd really love another bowl.

Sango tugged at Miroku's arm. "This is quite a show, isn't it, darling?" she giggled.

"Yes," he said with a smile as his eyes followed the biker around the room. "It certainly is entertaining. But, we mustn't forget about our car that broke down."

"It didn't break down!" Sango exclaimed. "We got flat tires!"

"Right, right," Miroku said.

Koga continued to sing:

Koga: My tongue used to dance to those sweet puffs I smelled

My hands kind of fumbled with the spoon in the milk

I'd taste the sugary cereal and that's when I'd melt

I'll whisper in your ear tonight, "it tasted like silk."

Inuyasha's gaze was fixed on the rock'n'roll delivery boy. His eyes were sparkling with delight at the sight. Jakotsu wasted no time in noticed this. He became instantly infuriated. He searched the laboratory for something he could use to correct Koga's disturbance. He saw it. An axe hanging on the wall. He went for it.

Koga: Tooty Fruity, bless my soul, I'd really love another bowl.

Tooty Fruity, bless my soul, I'd really love another bowl.

One final wheelie and the bike came to a stop. The guests cheered. Kagome hugged him tightly again. Inuyasha wolf-whistled.

"Thank you, thank you," Koga said with a triumphant grin.

"Oh, Koga," Kagome said, her head resting on the nape of his neck. "I love you." He turned around and put his hand on her face. He kissed her and the guests cheered again.

"Bravo!" Miroku called.

"Encore!" Sango shouted.

"That will be quite enough!" Jakotsu yelled at the top of his lungs. The room went silent, save for his heavy and angry breathing. "How dare you," he said, pointing the axe at the young rocker. "How dare you interrupt my finest moment with that, that," he roared angrily, "with that noise!"

"Take a chill pill, man," Koga said as calm as ever. "I didn't mean to steal the spotlight from you. I just had to sing my song."

"Well, couldn't you have done it some other time?" Jakotsu tightened his grip on the axe.

"Sorry, man," Koga responded, still cool and calm.

"I'll show you sorry, man!" Jakotsu screamed as he rushed towards Koga and Kagome, who were both still on the bike. She leapt off and shouted at Jakotsu to stop, but he wouldn't listen. Koga jumped off the bike and began to run. Jakotsu ran after him. The Benny Hill chase music began to play. The two of them ran around the room in fast motion, while all the other guests, Sango and Miroku, and Inuyasha watched them in normal motion. Koga popped up from behind the giant box, then disappeared as soon as Jakotsu got there. He appeared from the deep freeze, and again was gone as soon as Jakotsu got there. Inside the giant box, behind random guests, down from the ceiling. The chase music was still playing, though nobody knew where it was coming from. Nobody really cared either. After several minutes of the chase, Jakotsu finally caught up with Koga.

"Now, wait just a minute, man!" Koga called out. He had been cornered into the deep freeze. He was on the ground, inching away from the insane axe-wielding scientist. Kagome called out again for Jakotsu to stop, but he didn't listen. He brought the axe down and embedded it into Koga's belly. He screamed in pain. Kagome rushed forwards to try to help, but Bankotsu and Kikyo held her back. "Wait, man!" Koga called out again. "Can't we just talk this out?" Jakotsu brought the axe up, then back down into the rocker's bloody gut. He screamed in pain again. "I said I was sorry, man!" Koga called out another time. "I'll never do it again! I promise!" Jakotsu brought the axe up, then back down into the rocker's stomach for a third time. And for a third time, he screamed in pain. "You're really making a mess of your lab, man." Koga pointed to the pool of his own blood that had stained the laboratory floor.

"Why the hell won't you die?" Jakotsu stammered.

Koga's face went stunned. "Uh," he said, scratching his head. He shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe it's your axe?"

Jakotsu looked at the axe. He studied it, but deemed it capable of taking a life. He brought it down into the rocker's gut a fourth time. A fifth. A sixth. A seventh. Nothing. "Well, God damn," Jakotsu said with disappointment and intrigue. "Isn't that a hell of a thing?"

"Don't know what to tell you," Koga said with another shrug.

"Well," the mad scientist suggested, "How about I just drag you into the freezer?"

"Sure," Koga said with a smile. "That sounds like it would work."

"Okay!" Jakotsu threw the axe down to the ground, grabbed Koga by the scruff of his neck, dragged him into the freezer, came out, lifted the door back onto its hinges, closed it, sealed it, and dusted off his hands. "There," he said victoriously. "Now, where were w-"

"It's really cold in here!" Koga's voice exclaimed through the giant red door. Jakotsu walked over to the thermostat and turned the heat down to well below freezing. "Aw, man," Koga's voice said through the door with a shiver, "Now it's even colder!" Jakotsu turned the thermostat all the way down to its lowest setting. He waited. The audience waited. Miroku and Sango, who were holding each other's hands, waited. Kagome, who was still being held back by Bankotsu and Kikyo, waited.

Nothing.

Koga was dead.

"Right," Jakotsu said, clapping his hands. "Now that that's done." But he stopped. All the commotion had affected his creation. Inuyasha was sitting on the ground, shaking and hugging himself, his chin down to his chest. He ran to his side and put his hand on his shoulder. "I am so sorry," the scientist said soothingly, "that you had to see that, my dear. But it was a mercy killing."

"Oh," Inuyasha said with a happy smile. "Well, in that case." They stood up.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Jakotsu called to the audience. "Can I host a party, or what?" They cheered and clapped and blew party favours and uncorked bottles of champagne. Miroku and Sango glanced wearily at each other. Kagome was in near tears. Bankotsu and Kikyo were both smiling wickedly.

"I bet your on the edge of your seat now," Sesshomaru says as the computer ejects his now finished cd. "But now we must end this chapter. But we will be back. Same splat time, same splat channel."

"Uh, m'lord," Jaken the toad says, standing at his master's side. "This is a story, not a television show."

Sesshomaru looks at his servant. He slaps him hard across the face. "What is this?"

"A television show," Jaken cries.

"Until next time," Sesshomaru says, putting the cd in his portable cd player.