AN: Not much to say.

As Bryan Fury woke up in his apartment, he noticed that it looked incredibly nice and clean.

"Yawn... think I'll redecorate." and without further ado, he sprayed the walls with 'CRZY CYBORG RULZ!!!'

Then he opened a box of cereal and ate it all in one bite. He later drank an entire pack of milk.

"That concludes the food-devouring for today." he stated idioticaly, as he proceeded to put on his usual clothes. They were practicaly his pants-with-black-top suit from Tekken 5.

Forgetting to brush his teeth or floss, Bryan turned on his PC and started looking at 'naughty stuff'. He was interupted, however, by a ring of his doorbell.

"Who the fuck could it be?" wondered the bi ex-cop crazy cyborg.

He opened the door only to be flooded by mail.

"WTF!" he shouted. "Haven't these guys heard of instant messenger?"

He started browsing through the letters.

"Hmm... jury duty, jury duty, blackmail, expulsion notice, electricity bill, gas bill, dog food bill, Gates Bill, junk mail, jury duty, car impounded, court appearance, junk mail..." he browsed until he found a small letter scribbled in a horrible handwriting.

"Hmmm...Deer frindz an' dudez. I am invetink yuu to byg parti. 4 saint patrtrik dei. Signed: Nina F. Wiliams." read Bryan with difficulty. "Yeey, a party! I've been waiting for an opportunity to break loose!"

And without further ado, he grabbed his chaingunz and headed for the party.

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As Yoshimitsu was meditating, Kunimitsu was bouncing about, complaining.

"You never pay attention to me! All you do is sit there like a freak."

Yoshi was the bigger person this time.

"Yo, freak. Do you understand the words that are coming out of my cleverly concealed mouth?" asked Kuni.

Yoshi kept meditating.

"Turn around you lazy son-of-a-bitch!" shouted Kuni as she smacked Yoshi with a rolling pin.

"It not size of boat! It motion of ocean!" shouted Yoshi in Engrish.

"Excuses, excuses! Now, go and do the dishes while I check my e-mail!" ordered Kuni.

"Who wear pants in relationship?" asked Yoshi.

Kuni proceeded to turn Yoshi's head into a frying pan and he obideintly started washing the dishes. Meanwhile Kuni opened her and proceeded to read her new e-mails.

"Hmm... get rich quick, get out of debt, new chapter added to story, buy Marshall's rice balls... yo, what's this?" she leaned forward to read the message.

"Dear Friends and Coleagues. It is my honour to invite you to our rave in honour of St. Patrick's day. Signed. Anna Williams PhD." Kunimitsu read aloud. She rejoiced and immediately grabbed her secret stash of 'stuff' and went to the party.

Little did she know that Yoshi also heard about the rave.

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Paul Phoenix was singing and dancing.

"I'm too sexy for my love, too sexy for my love, my love's gonna leave me." he sang in a pretty self-important way.

"I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, sooo sexy it hurts."

Suddenly an anvil dropped on him, but his amazingly strong hair prevented any damage.

"ACME mailing service." read Paul. "You have one new message from Nina. Hmmm..." hummed Paul as he read the message.

"Hi paul wtf u bean doin? com 2 me party. gona b gr8." read Paul aloud.

"Yo, I'm too sexy for this party, too sexy for this party, so sexy I'm farting." sung Paul as he headed for the party.

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Hwoarang was making a comertial for Boosh toilet paper.

"Soo wipe your tush with Boosh.

Oh yeah, wipe your tush with Boosh

Just wipe your tush with Boosh

Oh Je-esus, wipe your tush with Boosh!"

The chorus took over as Hwoarang headed over to his private quarters, where a dude gave him a box.

"Excuse me, boss, but you got a message." said the dude.

"Dear Hwoarang. I am throwing a party in honour of St. Patrick's day. Do honour us with your presence. Anna Williams PhD." read Hwoa the message.

"Yo, there better be some serious booze." said Hwoarang as he headed for the party.

AN: I'm too sexy for this fic, too sexy for this fic, sooo sexy it's sick.