Marik Ishtar, welder of the rod, was catching some gnarly waves when ringa dinga ling his phone is going off in his swim trunks. He reached into his other rod storage and took it out. "Hello, Rod Guy here." Rod Bob said. "BRO I SAW WHAT HAPPENED ON THE NEWS IS EVERYTHING OK IN HAWAII TOWN" The voice on the other end was as obnoxious as ever. That Jaden Yuki couldn't let go. "The news? What?" Marik had no idea what he could have done to end up on TV, I mean, unless it was his heroic acts of saving his Mindslave Rose. "Adam Sandler is dead. I know he was your favorite actor and shiz so I was calling you up to see how you were doing... something seems fishy about his murder, dude." Jaden Yuki continued and Rod stopped on his board. He looked at it super disgusted and rodded it out of his hand and into the ocean, forever like that one scene at the end of titanic where grandma rose drops her necklace but instead of a necklace its an expensive iphone 5s with 16GB. That's right, kids, Marik had been the murderer of hit comedian Adam Sandler, and he did not want to be reminded of it.
That Rod Guy right then and there then decided to put his worries behind him and just get down with his crazy self. I mean here he was on this here Hawaii Islands on his Honeymoon, and he was going to enjoy it. "COWABUNGA!" he screamed as he shredded those gnarly waves and did some awesome flips. Several natives watched from the beach. "Look at the Rod Guy go!" one of them shouted and that started a wild applause. Several threw up their hands in a rock on sign. Marik saw this and smiled, raising his rod in gratitude to his loyal fans. After the waves stopped happening and were all not gnarly again, he surfed back to the surface, ready to head back to the hotel. He walked and walked looking super sexy all shirtless with his muscles showing and a native he passed raised his hand for a high five. Marik killed him on the spot, gouging his throat with the tip of his rod. Foolish natives. The sooner they got back to their homeland the better. He opened the door to the hotel and yodeled for his Mindslave of course, Bakura.
Bakura danced all the way down and once he saw Marik's hot rod body out in the open for the world to see his eyes got super big. The rose rushed forward with grabby hands. "GIMME GIMME GIMME!" he said and a little bit of drool was coming out of his mouth and because it was windy it slapped one of the employees right in the face. "Rose!" Rod cried. It had felt like years had passed without his most treasured mindslave, but in reality it had been maybe 15 minutes tops. "GIVE ME THAT ROD!" Bakura shouted as loud as he could hoping that heads would turn and oh boy did they. He loved being the center of attention. "SHHHHH MINDSLAVE ROSE PLEASE EVERYONE IS STARING AT MY SEXY FIGURE" Rod put up his hands to the sky and wiggled a little but he was screaming which made more people look at them. A small crowd started to gather around in perplexment, like, seriously no one really got what was going on here. Marik hoisted up his rose and threw him up into the air and all the way into their tip top hotel room. Bakura landed right on top of the bed with a little bounce. Then, Marik ran all the way to the end of the room to get a running start and whoosh he was off and did a skilled rod man jump up into their room, joining his mindslave. He hadn't even practiced for that one.
"How ya doing Mindslave" Marik said all sexy and he was lying next to him shirtless too. That was of course a rhetorical question and Roddy just wanted to let his mindslave know that he was on the prowl and ready to get jiggy. Bakura was already nakey, sensing The Rod's presence was near and near it was. Marik took off all of his clothes which thankfully was just his swim trunks after his surf session and they flew off and out the window. There was so much force behind the throw that they landed all the way onto a surfer in the ocean, causing his vision to blur and he drowned instantly. Marik did not recognize his true power. But anyway, now the rod was there in the open and Bakura was loving it as always. "GIMME GIMME ROD GIMME GIMME ROD ROD ROD" he screamed and put it in his mouth like he did to all objects that he was fond of. Bakura was a toddler. "Mgmgmgmg aren't you a Mindslave" Rod Bod said all sexy and suggestive and did an eyebrow thing too.
Marik started to do a battle cry and hooped and hollered as his mindslave slurped on his special rod. "OOOOOOOOOOH WHAT A GOOD MINDSLAVE YOU ARE!" Bakura was so into it he wanted rod all over his body 24/7. In a perfect world he'd have rod in his mouth, in both hands, in his butthole, and touching every inch of his mindslave flesh at every moment. "ROD ROD ROD ROD ROD ROD" Bakura took rod out of his mouth and said super quickly. "Yes, yes, I know. It's here." Marik smiled fondly at his beautiful mindslave. "ROD ROD ROD!" Bakura said again to really get the point across and he was clapping his hands too. Rod took his rod in hand, lubed it up, and rammed it in, frogetting a very crucial step in the love making process. His semen was blessed with power, it had the special ability to charm its way into creating new life in the asshole of another man. Protection was essential. Protection was essential. Protection was essential.
Marik was screaming so loud the neighbors on the floors beneath them could without a doubt hear. So long he had waited for this moment he did not even realize the lack of protection. Uh oh. This couldn't be good. But it was okay though because Bakura was screaming too and the glass in the mirror shattered from the pitch. "OOOOOOOH MY GOODNESS MINDSLAVE THE POWER" Marik screeched and writhed. His rod was going in and out of the Nice and Tight Butthole and he knew what was coming. Bakura knew it too and started crying. Rod Job didn't even know why this time sometimes you just never knew with that rose. "PREPARE" was the only warning Roddy gave and he screeched as his release filled the hole. Bakura stopped crying and started laughing instead. "Mindslave please shut it" Marik said and rolled his eyes sometimes Bakura just couldn't keep quiet. He longed for the warm embrace of after sex cuddles. Sometimes you just wanna hold your mindslave close you know.
Rod took out a cig and started smoking it. He was feeling super cool in this moment, Jaden Yuki would truly be proud of the immense radness beaming off of his body. "Marik I'm thirsty go get me something to drink" the rose said to the rod. Okay, for real, Marik was no Mindslave but he did what Bakura said without question and went into the kitchen to get him a glass of water or coke or whatever was in there, Rod Man didn't really know he didn't pay attention to fine details very well. He opened the fridge and inside of there was no liquids to be found. In their place was the forlorn spirit of yugi's grandpa. "No... this cannot be!" Marik shouted, he had gotten rid of that pesky old man on two seperate occasions. More if you counted baby gramps. That grampo could not be stopped. He did a hand swish and Marik and the grandfather started rising into the air slowly. When they reached the roof Marik crashed through it. It didn't even hurt a little, Marik was that strong. "WHAT IS HAPPENING GRANDPA STOP IT THIS INSTANT!" Rod man said but Grandpa did not. More and more grandfathers appeared around him. "Mindslave, mindslave, mindslave." They began to chant in unison, swirling around in a circle while holding hands. Something was changing in him, he felt it deep within the roddiest parts of his soul.
"STOP IT, PLEASE I BEG OF YOU! I'M SCARED!" Rod screamed, he was so scared his eyes were wide and bugging out but the grandfathers would not halt. "Mindslave, mindslave, mindslave." they continued and kept circling him. "NO, DON'T! I'M...I'M..." Roddy couldn't finish the sentence. He lifted his head to the heavens and squawked. The transformation was complete. Marik spread his new wings high and flapped, rising above the grandpas. He was not a human anymore. His legs were now little twiggy things and his beautiful tanned skin and muscles were now covered with feathers, and also his mouth was a beak now too. This was who he was now. "SQWUAK MINDSLAVE" he screeched and flew higher into the air and watched the city below from a bird's eye view. Hoo hoo! Even with his new bird brain he knew what he needed to do, he needed to find his mindslave. He wondered what he would think and if he would still feel the same about him. But...Rod Bod looked down and screamed in horror. His rod was gone. Birds were not so gifted in that aspect. Tears streamed down his feathers and he flew blindly for the hotel, flapping his wings wildly and murdering other smaller birds who were ignorant of his power.
He lifted his beak to the heavens and emitted a ca caw that still echoes on those Hawaii Islands to this day, and landed on the beach. Bakura had really good vision and saw him from the hole in the ceiling, he kinda saw the whole thing actually but let it happen without complaint. It wasn't his problem. He ran as fast as he could to his bird husband, the gardner. The beach was quiet when he got there except for Marik's intense squacking. "Marik...is that you?" Bakura stepped forward feeling suddenly unsure for the first time in ever. There was no response from the rod- wait, no, he wasn't a rod anymore. The bird man. "Are you in pain? Tell me whats happening!" Bakura said desperate for answers. Marik covered his face with his new feathers. "GO AWAY" He said but it was really really bird like. Imagine a parrot saying human words and thats exactly how good ol' Bird Job sounded. "No! I'm not going away! I'm going to help break the spell that you're under!" Bakura said even though he really didn't know if it were possible. As usual he was unhelpful. "You...you can't even break your own spell..." Marik Ishtar said out of his sexy beak, he was looking so kissable right then. "BUT YOU DONT UNDERSTAND! I LOVE YOu!" Bakura cried, tears leaking out of every hole. "You're too late!" Marik squacked, flapping his wings wildly. "MAAAAAAARIK! Nooooo!" Bakura rushed forward to give him a big birdy hug, but it didn't do either of them much good.
Bird Bod gave one final ca caw before flying into the night as Bakura screamed after him. He looked into the sky and waved his arms crying. After a minute though Marik flew back he just needed a moment to readjust to his new form. "Squawk squawk..." he purred and nuzzled his mindslave with his beak. Bakura made a grossed out expression and pushed him away. "Mindslave...I don't want to be here anymore" he ca cawed softly. It was amazing that Bakura could still understand his words out of his new beak but he was his rose and he knew him best. "What are we going to do?" he asked, looking into his icky bird eyes. Birdy tried to smile but he had a beak now like you know so he just made a little "mgmgmg" sound. He still had it in him. "I'll only be a minute...mindslave..." he said all sinister and evil sounding. He had a plan. He stood back and then spread his wings high showing off his impressive wing span and flew high into the sky. He flew and flew and flew until he was high above the clouds. Then he looked down and positioned himself and dove, headfirst for the ground while squawking like mad. He was falling so fast it sounded like a bomb but it wasn't don't worry it was only Bird Man. Soon he collided head first with the ground, burrowing deep.
The ground around the large Birdy combusted into flames. A deep rumble erupted from the ground, the island was crying. "Woah!" Bakura was unsteady on his feet, everything was sinking down, and he was on the beach so the water was super close and don't forget guys, Bakura doesn't know how to swim! "MINDSLAVE! MGMGMGMM! SQUACK! I'LL SAVE YOU! SQUACK SQUACK!" His forever gardner called down to him from above, swooping down and picking him up with his nasty bird feet. Ewwwwwww. Bakura admired the wreckage Marik caused from a safe distance, it was the most beautiful sight he had ever had the pleasure of witnessing in his 3000 year long life. Buildings were crumbling, crushing the people hiding within them. Children screamed for their mothers, but every mom on the island was lit aflame. Hula dancers continued their job through the ruin, despite rain, wind, snow, or even the flames of hell roasting them, it was their one and only duty. Bakura sighed happily as the last of the Hawaii Islands sunk into the ocean, putting out the flames with a little sizzle. God smiled upon him. The hula girls were still dancing, though now at the bottom of the sea, right at the dark place where Marik's iphone rested.