Takusan Kangae: Filling In For the Sickie

(Konnichiwa, everbody! This is Takusan Kangae. If you don't know who I am, please scroll down and read Interview: The Beginning, The Interview Continued and The Interview Continued (again). Or, if you're too lazy for that {that wasn't a judgement; lazy can be good} I am introduced into the blog in Party Time, though I don't have an actual speaking part until the very end. Anyway, if you do know who I am, you're probably wondering what I'm doing hosting the blog for today.) He's only doing id begause I'b so dang sigg *cough cough*. (Exactly. That was Sasori Katana, by the way. She's so sick that she can't even type in proper English.) Hey, dat was bean! *achoo* (See what I mean? Anyway, since she has such a nasty, unforgiving cold, I'll be filling in for her.) Oh, *cough* If adyode I dow persodally id reading dis, I'b sorry I'b dot id sgool righd dow. I had do *sniff* sday hobe begause ob da code *achoo*. (Poor Sasori. Well, the sickie-) Stob *cough* galling be dat! (-wrote down a list of things she wanted me to address. You can go back to bed, Sasori, I promise not to make any trouble.) Ogay, if you brobise...oh, gan you bage be sobe soub, blease? I'b really hungry. (Can I what? Oh! Make you some soup! Sure, I guess. Is chicken noodle okay?) Tagusad, I'ds dot dice do *cough wheeze* bess aroud with sigg beoble *achoo*. (Right, sumimasen. Vegetable, then. Now go to bed!) Ogay...*sniff*. (Vegetarians. *sigh*. Alright, let's get down to business. Oh, first I'd like to point out that {while I still have the @#*$! parentheses} Sasori is letting me use the purple text. Purple is by no means one of my favorite colors, but who cares! I get to use her font! Hahaha! *Ahem*. Okay, now lets get down to business. Sasori wanted me to address the issue of a guy named Zack B******. {We've blocked out his last name for the protection of his 5'5", blond, Caucasian, chubby, pale, warty identity.} She wanted me to say that...oh dear. Um, I think I'm going to have to edit this a tad...be right back.) *Takusan runs into the next room, scribbles some notes over Sasori's index card with a Sharpie, and runs back.* (Okay, pretend that didn't happen. She wanted me to say that Zack B****** is a chubby little bald goblin boy with no fashion sense and an irritating, squeaky voice. She also says that if he values the use of his legs, he should stop calling her "baby", "honey", "sweetheart", and...uh, hang on folks...SASORI!) *Sniff* Whad? (Did he actually say this to you?) Yes *achoo*. Read da card. (Okay...um, lets see...baby, honey, sweetheart...oh yeah, and...I still can't believe this...Faithy-waithy.) Yeah. And dat's da odly tibe ady ob you fokes are godda see adything eben slighdly resebling by real dabe, so *cough hack cough* bay addention. I'b going bag do bed *sniff*. (Okaaaay....Oh, it also says that the next time he either A: tries to grab her in an inappropriate area, B: tells anyone that they are dating, or C: attempts to...I can't believe this either...) *distantly* Read id! (Uh...or C: attempts to hit her in the face with a badminton racquet...{good lord...} he will be beaten with a hockey stick and tossed over the fence of the nearest alligator farm.) Whad? I didn't *achoo* wride dat! (Um...yes you did? *innocent grin* Just go back to sleep.) Hmph. Fide. *sniff* (Okay...well, it looks like we're all out of time for today, but we'll see you next time at Sasori's Rock!) Hey, whad aboud by soub? *cough* (I'm coming, I'm coming...yeesh...)

Aigou gara Sasori...*cough cough*