Request anything you like, and I'll do my best, but if I'm not good enough to rise to the challenge, I'll let you know and we can try something else, okay?
Pallapalla cried out in childish frustration, stamping her feet. "Why won't it work?" Of course, she was going to whine and complain. Such was the role of whelps such as her, annoying as it was.
Evil King Stan cackled, well...evily, as another blue ball flew through him, hitting some poor zombie in the head yet again. "Did you really think something so pitiful would work on an Evil King like MOI?"
Pallapalla stamped her foot again, before turning with a huff and storming off to pout. Stan merely grinned--as usual, it was good to be the shadow--er, the king.
"Gene Starwind, you scumbag."Gene swallowed nervously and looked up from his magazine, knowing exactly what he was going to see. Jim Hawking was almost a decade younger than the Outlaw, but reclining as Gene was, Jim was easily able to loom over him ominously. "Honest, Jim, my date didn't wear panties, so if you're lookin' to blame someone
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Jim hated the way Gene always treated him like a little kid, even if Jim really was still very young. But no matter how much they argued about it, Gene would eventually grin and ruffle his hair--if not sooner, then later.
Jim hated the way Gene never thought things through. The Outlaw always just took things as they came, charging blindly forward, coat trailing dramatically behind him and guns blazing away at anything foolish enough to keep Gene Starwind from his goal.
Jim hated how lazy Gene was, how sleazy Gene was. In fact, it was safe to say that Jim had yelled at Gene about almost every aspect of his character at one point or another.
The stakes were high, if simple. If Gene won, Soi Fong would do anything he wanted, and vice versa. Both of them were confident they would walk away the victor, Gene because of his extensive background in the illustrious sport of ping-pong, and Soi Fong because of her highly developed hand-eye coordination and speed. Not to mention, she was a ninja shinigami
( ... )
River tilted her head, looking at her brother curiously. Simon brought a hand up to his face, trying to think of a better way to explain. Hopefully, in a way that wouldn't end with River picking up an axe. "Well, mei-mei, there are some people who think that a brother and sister who care for each other as much as we do--"
"Agree we must be married!" interrupted River, a smile on her face.
"Ah..." Simon had overlooked the possibility of this coming back up. "No, mei-mei, we'd never need to--"
"But they all think we're in the family way."
"No, River, we've already been over this--"
"The stories feel different, though. Sticky."
Somewhere, dozens of minds thought about why River would describe these stories as "sticky" and spontaneously combusted. As for Simon, the doctor decided he would have preferred the axe.
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Pallapalla cried out in childish frustration, stamping her feet. "Why won't it work?" Of course, she was going to whine and complain. Such was the role of whelps such as her, annoying as it was.
Evil King Stan cackled, well...evily, as another blue ball flew through him, hitting some poor zombie in the head yet again. "Did you really think something so pitiful would work on an Evil King like MOI?"
Pallapalla stamped her foot again, before turning with a huff and storming off to pout. Stan merely grinned--as usual, it was good to be the shadow--er, the king.
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Jim hated the way Gene never thought things through. The Outlaw always just took things as they came, charging blindly forward, coat trailing dramatically behind him and guns blazing away at anything foolish enough to keep Gene Starwind from his goal.
Jim hated how lazy Gene was, how sleazy Gene was. In fact, it was safe to say that Jim had yelled at Gene about almost every aspect of his character at one point or another.
As such, Gene Starwind was Jim's hero.
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Failing that, Kisa topping Hiro. And him loving it. You know he does.
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"Agree we must be married!" interrupted River, a smile on her face.
"Ah..." Simon had overlooked the possibility of this coming back up. "No, mei-mei, we'd never need to--"
"But they all think we're in the family way."
"No, River, we've already been over this--"
"The stories feel different, though. Sticky."
Somewhere, dozens of minds thought about why River would describe these stories as "sticky" and spontaneously combusted. As for Simon, the doctor decided he would have preferred the axe.
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