Godzilla Tripped Me
Gashi soshite aisatsu, everyone, and welcome to Sasori's Rock! My best friend Saranie Lisi is back among the living! *Does odd little happy dance* Okay, I'm done now. Sumimasen, I just felt like celebrating. I missed you yesterday, Saranie! Warn me next time you're going to be sick! (Sasori...) Hai? (You're pathetic.) I know...I have no life...*sniff* (Oh, snap out of it! You do to have a life. If you don't, then where did I come from?) True. So, have you spoken to Shousetsu yet? (Come to think of it, no...hold my calls, I'll be back in a while.) Where are you going? (To find Shousetsu, of course. I told her to let me know when Saranie was feeling better! Can you believe it? Yeesh... *door slams, distant mumbling is heard*) Well, so much for me being pathetic. Oh, well. Hey, did I tell you? Godzilla knocked me into a filing cabinet today. (*Door clicks open, Takusan looks back in* What?!) It's a cabinet with drawers for organizing important documents. (No, not the filing cabinet, Godzilla!) Oh. There's this guy I know who likes to make up strange names for himself. First it was Bubbles, then Fluffy, and now it's Godzilla. (Um...is this guy...you know...stable?) I think so. He's just really weird. He and Brandon were chasing each other around this morning and Godzilla slammed into me and knocked me over. I scraped my knee. (Ow. Is it bad?) It was, but I put some peroxide on it. Ultimate Frisbee was pretty tough with a busted knee, though. (Ultimate Frisbee? What in the name of...?) Ultimate Frtisbee is the same as regular Frisbee, but with teams and rules. And sometimes you get to wear a jersey. (Okay, whatever. Hey, guess what I did today?) Stay home and think up ideas for me? (Uh, ehehe...that too, but that's not what I was going to tell you about.) Before you continue, let me ask you something: Does it involve stamps? (Shockingly, no. I was watching Passions today and the phone rang, so I-) You were watching what?! (Passions, it's a soap opera.) Okay, back up. You were watching a soap opera? (Hey, you try finding decent entertainment during work hours!) Okay, true. Sumimasen, you were saying? (The phone rang, so I answered it like I usually do: "Hello, you have reached the Borg central command station. Please leave your name and star system and we will assimilate you as soon as possible.") Right, go on. (Okay, I expected the usual ten seconds of silence followed by a 'click', but instead I got this. Here, I taped it for you.) Oh, we get to play a tape? Cool! How do you start this thing? Oh, here. *Click* (Hi, is this, like, Takusan Kangae? Hai...who's this? Oh my gawd, Takky, it's me! Who? Takky, it's meeee! Don't you remember?) Kamisama, that's- (Shh! Listen!) (Oh, c'mon! You know... No, I really don't... Oh, yes you- you don't? Oh. Okay. Well, I remember you, and that's what's important *heehee*. Okay, well, that's nice...but who are you? You remember the 512th annual Muse Convention? Hai, I go every year. Well, I was, like, that one girl, who had that one hat, with the one dog? Wait a minute...that voice...are you...Yeah? Molly Ringwald? What?! No, you weirdo, I'm, likejjjjjjj!**&jjjj^%j#$....) What just happened? (Oh no! The tape!) The tape is broken?! Aww, man! (No no, wait! I can fix this!) Really? How? (I need two yards of rubber hose, a jar of blackberry jam, and a duck!) Mallard or Wood? (Mallard, and hurry! We need to get this tape operational by tomorrow or our readers will loose interest!) I'll be back in ten minutes!
Aikou kara Sasori! *Quack!*