Project: A-ko, The College Years. Part 1 WRITTEN BY: Michael Coughlan and Greg Thompson MSTIED BY: Jamie Jeans a.k.a. JOLT!!! This is my twenty-eighth fanfic MSTied. This huge fanfic, totaling a number of 55 computer pages, had to be chopped up into ten, smaller, digestible pieces, but will still only be counted as one fanfic instead of ten. Mike and Myles... oh boy... what fun... LEGAL STUFF: All the characters in the following MSTing belong to the creators who made them. Please don't sue me for I am merely borrowing your characters instead of making any claim on them. The Club Anipike belongs to Nightbreak, whom I am thankful to for allowing me to use it, and Samantha Jones belongs to me, Jamie Jeans. Now, on to the story!!! ________________________________________________________________________ The cheering, roaring, crowd in Club Anipike vouched loudly for their arm wrestler, shouting and waving money. Nabiki, who ran the betting tables at the Club in-between fanfics, walked calmly about and took the money from various characters and which person they were betting on. Most placed their money on the man who had been around for some time while others put it on the new girl valiantly holding her own against him. From the bar, Misato watched calmly while Jotarou Joestar finished drying a beer mug. On one bar stool, a author-created character was slumped onto the bar, the result of drinking far too much alcohol. "So, who do you think will win?" Misato asked. "I don't know. That redhead seems pretty determined, but we all know that greenie is a damn strong character in his own right," Jotarou said. "Well," Nabiki said as she took a seat alongside the drunk character. "Most of the bets seems to be on Piccolo. There are only a few rooting for Samantha." "What are the odds?" Misato asked. "Ten to one." At the center of everyone' attention, Samantha Jones, eyes blazing a blood red, stared hard at Piccolo. Their left arms were locked together and the incredible strength they were pressing against each other with prevented both opponents to simply slam the other's arm down and win the match. "Give up... *grunt* yet?" Piccolo asked. "*grunt* Does it... look like... I'm giving up yet?" Samantha barked back. At that moment, the redheaded genius, Washu, of the Tenchi OVA series, stepped in the club and took in the event at one glance. She needed Samantha for the next fanfic she had found as well as Rei and Shampoo. Deciding to leave Samantha alone for a moment, she went to the bar and promptly asked where she could find the Senshi and Amazon warrior. "Both are out at the moment," Misato explained. "Shampoo had two more MSTings of her own to attend to and Rei found work in this fanfic." "Well, at least they found work again, but now I'll have to find two other people interested in riffing this fanfic I found," Washu replied. "What one is it?" Jotarou asked. "A-ko: The College Years." Suddenly, an ominous creaking sound filled the air. The table that Samantha and Piccolo were arm wrestling on, having finally passed the point where it could no longer endure the incredible strain placed upon it, shattered in a shower of wood and splinters. "Damn," Piccolo said, standing up. "I guess we call draw again." "This is getting irritating," Samantha said, rubbing her arm. "If I didn't know any better, I would say that we were equal in strength!" As the crowd of various anime characters dispersed to find Nabiki and get their money back, Washu approached Samantha. "I found our next project," she said. Samantha shook Piccolo's hand and the Namek left the club. "What is it?" Samantha asked. Washu told her... "Oh no! Not that crap again!" Samantha cried. "It's not that bad. I broke it up into smaller pieces," the genius scientist said. "But it still hurts to think about their work..." "I know it is. Anyhow, we have to find two other people to help us riff this. Rei and Shampoo found work elsewhere." Her keen eyes scanning the room, the genius scientist spotted a lone Priss drinking at the bar and Nuku-Nuku eating fish at a table all by herself. It only took a few minutes of cajoling for the catgirl to come along, but it took the promise of a good sized paycheck in order for the KnightSaber to come along. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go," Priss said. * * * A few minutes later, all four women were seated in the theater and were waiting for Washu to start up the fanfic. From left to right, it was Washu, Samantha, Nuku-Nuku, and Priss. "Nuku-Nuku haven't seen a move for a long time!" the catgirl said, practically bursting with excitement. "It's nothing to get too excited about," Samantha said. "Believe me, I know." "I just hope this isn't too much like that series I was in," Priss said. "Which one?" Samantha asked. "Tales of the Red KnightSaber." "That one bad," Nuku-Nuku said. "Here we go," Washu said, rapidly typing on her smoky black computer. >Introduction SAMANTHA: Nothing! The end! WASHU: Sorry, not going to happen. >The legalities: This work is fan-fiction. PRISS: View at your own mental health. >Project A-ko, Eiko (A-ko) >Magami, Biko (B-ko) Daitokuji, Shiko (C-ko) Kotobuki, NUKU-NUKU: Huh? What are all those extra names up there? WASHU: Oh that? The authors are trying to impress upon us what their names would be spelled like in real life. >Hikaru Daitokuji, >Miss Ayumi, Kei, SAMANTHA: Okay, now what about Yuri? >Asa, Ine, Ume, Mari, "D", the Captain, and all other >related characters and sites are all used without the expressed permission >of Soeishinsha/Final-Nishjima and Central Park Media and is also >copyrighted by the aforementioned corporation. Clark and Diana, are still >copyrighted to the above company, however, these characters were also used >without the expressed permission of DC Comics, Inc., due to their likenesses >to Superman and Wonder Woman. PRISS: DC... Now *there's* a good comic company. SAMANTHA: Give me Manga any day. >Any other characters are copyrighted to their >respective corporations...please don't sue us... Any new characters were >created strictly for the purpose of this work. For all we care these characters >can burn in hell. NUKU-NUKU: Hey! You watch your language! WASHU: The fanfic that does not care what happens to its characters. what a twist. >The two noticable new characters ...we'll discuss them later, ALL: Self-insertion!!! AHH!!! >but we still don't give a shit what happens to them. WASHU: Now *that* is a first! Usually, the self-inserted characters are almost godlike in their fanfics. SAMANTHA: Not these guys. And that's the only good thing about them. >This story may >be posted and distributed freely with the advanced permission of the writers; >Mike Coughlan (Bonaparte@mindspring.com) and Greg Thompson >(Oni@mindspring.com) PRISS: Mind drown in spring over one thousand year ago... >... (You already have it, so don't E-mail us for it.) And please do not fuck >around with the text...particularly this heading. NUKU-NUKU: Whoops! Too late! >We like comments so if you >have any, feel free to E-mail either one of us at the aforementioned addresses. SAMANTHA: Oh, we will... BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! >Enough with the fucking legalities, NUKU-NUKU: This author has a very dirty mouth! SAMANTHA: It gets worst, believe me. >already...This story is for those who always wondered > what life would be like for A-ko and her friends if those darn lesbian overtones--(that >are supposedly not there...but we know better...DON'T WE?!?!?)-- WASHU: You ever get the impression that the author is trying to tell us something? PRISS: Wink, wink, nudge, nudge... >ever surfaced enough to >make the Project A-ko stories into a...well...you get the idea...and if you don't...well, >you ill. PRISS: I guess Hooked on Phonics didn't work for him too well... >You can hear cherries popping all over Graviton City! SAMANTHA: Pop goes the weasel! WASHU: That was in very poor taste. PRISS: Yeah... wish I had said it. >Also, the story jumps around a >little bit, that's due to the fact that we don't want to bore you. The story starts >slow, and will seem like a normal Project A-ko episode at first...please just give it >some time. NUKU-NUKU: The only reason why I'm giving this some time is because I'm getting a fresh barrel of salmon afterwards! > There are two characters which were created by Mike and myself. One of the >characters I created is Craig Vincent, for those of you who see through the ploy, >please don't spoil it for those who don't... WASHU: A three year old could see through this ploy. >it'll all be revealed in the story, as >well as some of the character's past history. Also, I want to apologize fof some >of the jokes, many of you may not understand. PRISS: I'll give the author this: At least he's apologizing before hand. >These, like the visual jokes in the >A-ko series, are inside jokes that only a select few understand. NUKU-NUKU: And here I forgot to bring my secret decoder ring! >And as for A-ko's >promise to C-ko...well...we think we may have figured that out...we hope... WASHU: Improper spacing of the sentence there. >Thank >you and enjoy the story... SAMANTHA: Only if I'm very drunk! > ---------------------------Greg Thompson > (Oni@mindspring.com) PRISS: What forth other dark stories spring from this mind? > Greetings all...I would like to start with the fact that I AM NOT A WRITER!!!!! NUKU-NUKU: He isn't a writer, but he co-wrote this story. WASHU: Try not to think about it. >Hell I barely passed english in high school. After reading some of the other fanfics >out there writing your own can be rather intimidating. PRISS: Then don't bother! >I mean you guys are really good. >If it wasn't for Greg's constant pestering this Fanfic would never have gotten off the >ground. SAMANTHA: At least we know that Mike is an unwilling participant in this whole ordeal. >I did my best in regards to the chapters I wrote (namely 1,3,5,7,9 and a >colaberation on the epiloge.) So any really nastey complaints please send mail to >the proper author. Though I don't consider myself a writer I do beleive WASHU: Believe is spelled wrong. >I did a >good job on my chapters, as Greg did on his. And here's something that Greg didn't >mention but WASHU: Forgot a comma there. >as we started this fanfic we really didn't have a plot or anything. NUKU-NUKU: No plot? Does that mean no story? PRISS: Afraid not. >Just how we would begin the story and how it would end in chapter 9. (We are ending >it at Chapter 9 aren't we Greg? Well?) Lets keep our fingures WASHU: Fingers is spelled wrong and you shouldn't be using brackets like that. SAMANTHA: Would you stop that? You're only going to hurt yourself. WASHU: I have to keep myself busy somehow. >crossed >so this thing will make some sense. SAMANTHA: This thing will never make any sense. > I would like to apologize for the character Myles Buchanan, He WASHU: You're not supposed to capitalize a word after a comma unless it is a name. PRISS: Basic english skills? We don't need no stinking basic English skills! >seems to resemble >Mousse a little too much. SAMANTHA: Mousse is not going to be too happy with that! >Please beleive me that I had never even seen a Ranma 1/2 video >nor read the manga until chapter 7. Born in Ireland (though I was born and still live in >the states) he has a rather interesting complex regarding our favorite red head.....well >my favorite at the time this fanfic was being wrote. WASHU: Believe is spelled wrong, you're only supposed to have three periods there, a space after it, and you didn't need to use brackets there. SAMANTHA: That redhead he's referring to had better not be me! >His history will be explained in >chapter 7. NUKU-NUKU: Which we won't read... right? >Not that any of you out there really care. And I hope you enjoy B-ko's new >bikini....."And you will....HAHAHAHAHAHAHA..ect." B-ko laughs maniacly. Well >enjoy. @-@ SAMANTHA: Only if I'm... EVERYONE ELSE: we know! We know! > -------------------------Micheal Coughlan > (Bonaparte@mindspring.com) PRISS: And we have a crossover with the Tank Police. > Okay, before we get started, there is one final note about the text. SAMANTHA: It sucks, we know. WASHU: Whoa, you're getting dark! SAMANTHA: Sorry. It's the fanfic. >Most of which >is common knowledge, but we had some extra things added. NUKU-NUKU: Like an editor and spellchecker, perhaps? > *word* = a stressed word or line > _word_ = a thought PRISS: They have thoughts? SAMANTHA: Stop stealing my lines. PRISS: I'm not getting paid twenty million yen for nothing! > [word] = this means that the word or line is spoken in English > (word) = these are comments by Micheal Coughlan, co-author > = these are comments by Greg Thompson, co-author NUKU-NUKU: So it's double insertion for both authors. Why do I have this horrible sense of dread? SAMANTHA: That's natural whenever you read one of their pieces of work. WASHU: Not to mention that those are horrible examples of bad grammar just waiting to happen. > I apologize now for any confusion. ALL: Thank you! PRISS: At least they're polite. > PROJECT: A-KO: > The College Years NUKU-NUKU: The University days! PRISS: The High School weeks! WASHU: Elementary time! SAMANTHA: Damn! All the good ones are taken! > Prelude: Graduation Day > > There was much excitement at Graviton's high school. SAMANTHA: The whole sale destruction of the school and the surrounding area had stopped. WASHU: High should be capitalized there. >It was not merely because school >was about to let out for summer vacation. It was partically because it was graduation >day for Graviton High's seniors, but mostly because the seniors that were graduating were >responsible for the most damage done to the city and mostly the high school since the >"asteroid" slammed into it eighteen years ago. WASHU: Must not... pass out... from... run on... sentence... PRISS: Don't be developing a Kirk complex on us, Washu. >These students were A-ko Magami and >B-ko Daitokuji, in particular. SAMANTHA: What I've always wondered was if the authorities knew this, then how come they didn't arrest them or something? >The crowds bustled into the gymnasium as the students, >teachers, family and friends prepared for the graduation ceremony. NUKU-NUKU: Wow! That placed is packed! PRISS: Tickets must have sold out pretty quickly. > A-ko and C-ko stood next to each other outside of the gymnasium, wearing their >most >formal Graviton High School uniforms, waiting for them to herd the students in, in >alphaetical order. ALL: > "I'm so excited, C-ko!" A-ko said. > "Me too. I'm looking forward to summer vacation after this!" C-ko said in her >usual cheerful way. SAMANTHA: The prozac poster child, ladies and gentlemen! > "Do you think you'll go to college after this?" A-ko asked,looking around to >see if B-ko or her companions were anywhere. She was relieved to that they were not... >at least none that she could see. WASHU: Careful, they took their invisibility formulas earlier. > "I dunno, A-ko. I mean, it's school...only harder." C-ko responded. "Are you?" NUKU-NUKU: Nuku-Nuku can't wait to attend college! PRISS: You've got a fanfic about that? NUKU-NUKU: Not really, but I hope to... soon... > "My folks'll probably want me to, and I think it would be great. Besides, I'd >finally be away from B-ko and her damn mechas. Plus, it'll give me a chance to meet >some boys!" A-ko blushed at the thought of finding someone like Kei, only this time >he would go after her and not C-ko. SAMANTHA: Why doesn't she go after Kei? C-ko does not like him. >A-ko started to feel moisture between her legs >as the thought of what they would do together crossed into her mind. A-ko grinned >from >ear to ear and began to giggle. ALL: AHHH!!! SAMANTHA: Oh man! Not even a quarter of the way through this and already it's turning into a lemon! PRISS: What does the author think women are!? Faucets? NUKU-NUKU: Yuck! I hate lemons! They're horrible! WASHU: Sorry gals. I didn't know about this. SAMANTHA: No problem. I knew about it and I'm still disgusted. > "A-ko? Hey, A-ko! Are you all right?" C-ko asked, looking concerned and >waving >her hand in front of A-ko's face. > "Uhhh, yeah...sure, C-ko." A-ko replied. > "Well, if you're gonna go, I'll go too...to college I mean," C-ko said with >eagerness. WASHU: Forgot to space after the periods there. PRISS: Like the author cares. > "But, what about your GPA? I'm not so sure colleges will be begging for you to >come to their university with a low grade point average like yours." Suddenly, A-ko >realized that she had said something that she should not have. She could already see >the tears begin to well up in C-ko's eyes. NUKU-NUKU: Oh no! Cover your ears, she's gonna cry!!! > "Uhhh...C-ko, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--" SAMANTHA: I only meant to gently insult you! > The bell rang, signifying that the ceremony was about to begin. Two ushers >stepped >out of the gymnasium and began to call the names of the students to guide them into >their >correct seats. PRISS: They were sitting in the wrong seats all along? > "YAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!" C-ko shrieked. ALL: SAMANTHA: Oww. NUKU-NUKU: Oww. PRISS: Oww. WASHU: Ouch! >"We're-going-to-graduate! >We're-going-to-graduate!" she yelled musically. WASHU: Now how does one yell musically? > _Whew!!_ Thought A-ko, _That was close!_ > Before they knew it, all of the students were seated in their respective seats, >waiting for the ceremony to begin. SAMANTHA: You mean, they were beamed there? PRISS: Just what we need, a crossover with Star Trek. SAMANTHA: You have no idea of the horrors that await us. >All of the students were seated in alphabetical order, >in accordance with their family name, excluding the students that were graduating with the >school's highest honors, among them was B-ko Daitokuji, who were seated on the stage next >to the School Administrator and teachers. WASHU: That was about five sentences in there! NUKU-NUKU: I guess the periods are on strike until they get better pay. >The School Administrator stood up, walked over >to the podium and began to make his graduation day speech for all to hear...whether or >not they listened, was another story... ALL: > All the family of the graduates were seated in rows of chairs behind and to the >side of the area where all the graduates were seated. PRISS: Since they're the family, shouldn't they be in front of the podium. SAMANTHA: INTENSE SEAT DESCRIPTION ACTION!!! >B-ko's father, Hikaru Daitokuji, was >seated in a make-shift balcony so that he would not have to be seated >among the "peons" WASHU: Oh, is the great Hikaru Daitokuji too good enough to sit amongst others? >below and so he could watch his "Little Biko" graduate with the highest >honors that Graviton High had ever bestowed on a student, she was the first student >ever to recieve a 4.4 grade point average in the history of Japan, and hell, probably >America, too. SAMANTHA: Must... resist urge to... make flame about... education system... >_Oh, Biko,_ Hikaru thought, _If only your mother were here to see you >today, she'd be so proud of you. Hell, I'm proud of you. You are a Daitokuji after >all._ NUKU-NUKU: Yeah! He didn't pay all those teachers off for nothing! > Down below, in the main seating area for the graduates' families, A-ko's parents >were patiently waiting for the ceremony to be done with. _This guy's >worse than Perry,_thought Clark. WASHU: And here we have the shameless DC plugs. SAMANTHA: Careful, there are quite a few of them. > "I'm so proud of our little A-ko, aren't you, Clark?" asked A-ko's mother. > "What kind of a question is that, Diana? Of course, I am. I was just thinking how >droll this guy is." Clark answered, and he was proud. PRISS: At making such a smarmy comment? This guy needs a life. >Although A-ko didn't have the best >grades in school, nor was she the best student, but then, neither was >he, when he was a boy. SAMANTHA: He kept on skipping classes because he had to save falling planes and run away trains... > _Why do we have to sit in alphabetical order?_ C-ko wondered to >herself. _I wish I could sit next to A-ko._ She glanced behind her to see if she could >spot A-ko anywhere, but could not. She began to pout a little. NUKU-NUKU: But if they're sitting in alphabetical order then... WASHU: Try not to think about it. You'll feel better. > _Oh well, I know I'll see her after this is over. I wonder what we'll >do for summer vacation. I KNOW!!! ALL: OUCH! SAMANTHA: Even her thoughts are loud. >A-ko and I can go shopping and site-seeing or maybe go see a movie, >we could go visit the space ship and say hi to D and the Captain, and >maybe try to help them get home again!! PRISS: Never minding the fact that D and the Captain placed their lives in danger too many times to count. WASHU: This fanfic must be 10 % crap and 90 % run on sentences. >This summer will be so much fun! And I'll have to make lunch >for us, too! A-ko and I are gonna be happy together! And I'll even >wear my new purple panda panties!!!_ NUKU-NUKU: Okay, this is now crossing into the weird zone. > C-ko looked up to see a few of her classmates staring at her, >and realized that she just might have said all that aloud...or at least loud enough for a few >of her classmates to hear it. C-ko blushed and looked back down at her hands. SAMANTHA: D'OH!!! WASHU: Whoops! That must have been embarrassing. > _I can't wait!! I just hope A-ko doesn't mess up this summer by >trying to act all grown up..._ C-ko thought, this time knowing that she had not said it >aloud. PRISS: She has to think about not saying something aloud? Just how big of a ditz is she? NUKU-NUKU: Bigger then Usagi and Serena combined. > _...And then he'll take me in his arms, and kiss me tenderly. >He'll remove my blouse slowly, kissing every revealed inch of my body..._ SAMANTHA: Okay! You can stop now! We don't want to hear these thoughts!!! >A-ko felt her cheeks get warm, >as she thought about how her first sexual experience, with a man, was >going to be absolutely perfect. PRISS: Yeah, right! Like that'll ever happen! EVERYONE ELSE: Huh? PRISS: Uh... nothing! Nothing! >She suddenly became embarrassingly aware that when she would stand up >to go for her diploma, she might very well have a noticeable wet spot on the back >of her skirt. SAMANTHA: Hmmm, looks like a valve busted somewhere. >A-ko bit her lower lip and reached under herself to feel for any dampness. _Ohhhh, >*Shit*!!!!_ There was no way for her to get out of this and anyone who looked at her, >or at least her back-side, was sure to see the wet spot on the back of her skirt. NUKU-NUKU: Hmm... uh... I'm not sure if I should say anything at this point. > _Oh no!_ she thought as she saw the row in front of her rise to >their feet, getting ready to approach the stage. She looked up at each of her classmates >as they passed by her. She had not realized that they had reached this part of the >commencement ceremony so quickly. WASHU: Reminds me of my graduation ceremony. > "Hi, A-ko!" C-ko whispered. "What's the matter?" > "N-nothing, C-ko" > "Oh...okay." C-ko continued on with the rest of her classmates. WASHU: Spacing! Spacing would be nice every once in a while... > D and the Captain sat with C-ko's foster parents and watched as >C-ko approached the stage to receive her diploma. PRISS: Bet ya someone is winning a bet somewhere... > "Hey, Captain," D said cheerfully, with tears rolling down her >face. "I'm so happy for our Princess." > "As am I, D" the Captain replied. NUKU-NUKU: He, what do you know? He's actually sober for once. > "I'm amazed that she's graduating at all, really." C-ko's >foster father mumbled. > "Oh, shut up! Be happy for her, even if she isn't your real >daughter, you still raised her!" C-ko's foster mother retorted, elbowing him in his >ribcage. ALL: PRISS: She sure is strong. > "Well, she hasn't exactly been getting the best grades, you >know..." SAMANTHA: You wouldn't believe the money we spent bribing the teachers to allow her to get to this point! > Each of the students, after receiving their diploma, walked off >the stage, most of them looking toward their family and friends, smiling or waving their >diploma in the air. NUKU-NUKU: Like they just don't care! >C-ko got up onto the stage and was handed her diploma and proceeded just as the others >before her had, until she reached the stairs leading off the stage, C-ko looked toward >her foster parents, D and the Captain and, at the top of her lungs, yelled: "Y-A-H-O-O-O!!! >I GOT MY DIPLOMA-A-A-A!!!" SAMANTHA: Ah!!! My ears! My ears!!! WASHU: Maybe I had better install a noise muffler soon. NUKU-NUKU: WHAT WAS THAT? WASHU: I SAID THAT I HAD BETTER INSTALL A NOISE MUFFLER SOON!!! NUKU-NUKU: WHAT? WASHU: I SAID... Oh never mind. >And then skipped down the stairs and rushed to her seat. SAMANTHA: Tripping and damaging what little brain cells she had left. PRISS: My, aren't *we* feeling dark today! > B-ko giggled to herself at how innocent C-ko was. _I will have >you this summer, C-ko!_she thought. ALL: GAH!!! NUKU-NUKU: Oh, this is horrible foreshadowing! > _I will do anything for you, SAMANTHA: But I won't do that! >to have you. I will pay off any college so >that you will be admitted, if I have to. PRISS: I hope she has plenty of money. >I'm going to have you, and you will be away >from A-ko, once and for all!_ NUKU-NUKU: Just like all the other attempts you tried. which, if I remember correctly, failed miserably... WASHU: B-ko should go to Nabiki and ask for advice. > A-ko's row began to stand. _This is it,_ she thought as she stood up slowly. >She was almost too embarrassed to stand. Back in the audience, A-ko's father looked >closely at his daughter and blushed seeing that a wet spot had formed on the back of >her skirt. SAMANTHA: The implications of that sentence alone are too disgusting to explore. > _Well, she's no longer a little girl,_ he thought. WASHU: Huh? Shouldn't he be mad and wondering what guy she's thinking about? PRISS: You're trying to bring sense to this fanfic. I suggest you stop before you hurt yourself. >He lowered his glasses and >used his heat vision to dry the spot immediately. NUKU-NUKU: Wow! Does he have android eyes as well? >_That was probably too close, the >last thing my little girl needs right now is to be embarrassed by her own functions, >in front of her classmates and all of these people._ > A-ko suddenly felt a shocking warmth on her buttocks, and looked behind her at >her family, only to notice her father acting like he was cleaning his glasses ALL: >and >putting them back on, giving her a lopsided smile. _Thanks, dad._ SAMANTHA: So Clark does this kind of thing all the time? WASHU: Hmmm... According to these readings, his heat vision should have set the cloth aflame instead of drying it. PRISS: Details, details... > "Clark, is there something wrong?" Diana asked. > "No, it's nothing," he answered, replacing his glasses and looking up at his >daughter as she moved with more reassurance toward the stage. NUKU-NUKU: Just starring at my daughter's butt, that's all. SAMANTHA: Don't you start stealing my lines! > A-ko got onto the stage and received her diploma and then continued on, like >her classmates before her. As she passed by the honor students, B-ko stuck out her >foot to trip A-ko, and was successful. A-ko was able to catch her balance, before >she fell flat on her face, arms flailing in the air. A-ko glared at B-ko and B-ko >returned it with a "what-did-*I*-do" look. SAMANTHA: Are you lookin' at me? PRISS: Fight, fight, fight... >A-ko continued back to her seat and sat down. > After all of diplomas were handed out, the School Administrator stepped over >to the podium and began to make a second speech, about how the next four students >were graduating with the best honors, and then some. He proceeded to rattle off >their names and handed them their diplomas and a letter of congratulations from >the Prime Minister of Japan. He then introduced the top student of the class, >Class President and one of the most troublesome students in Graviton High's history: >Biko Daitokuji. NUKU-NUKU: Warning! Warning! Expansion of ego about to begin! > B-ko stepped up to the podium and began to rattle off some droll speech about >the future and how great of a school career it had been for her and the majority of >her classmates, and what she plans to do with her life. WASHU: Just like how the authors drools on and on with the run on sentences... > "O ye of inferior intelligence. It is your pleasure for me, your Class President, >to...blah...blah...blah..." she started. WASHU: *yawn* You forgot... to place spaces... *yawn* after those periods... *yawn* SAMANTHA: Fanfic... getting to... me... *THUD!* NUKU-NUKU: Must... not... fall asleep... *THUD!* PRISS: Hate this... Shatner... speech... ALL: ZZZZzzzzzzzz... > _How can someone so young, and so beautiful be so boring?_ the School >Administrator thought. ALL: ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz... > "Blah blah blah de blah blah..." > > Clark began to yawn. _She's worse than the bloody School Administrator!_ > > "...blah blah de blah..." ALL: ZZZZzzzzzzzz... > A-ko was trying to keep from nodding off, as were a few more of the students. >C-ko, unfortunately, was not as successful, she was out of it as soon as the School >Administrator introduced B-ko. > > "...de, blah blah blah..." > > > Hikaru sat in his balcony, watching his young, beautiful, and successful >daughter give the final commencement speech that he had his top secretaries >write for her. _You are doing a great job, B-ko. When you go to my Alma Mater, >Myojin University, you will become the rightful heir to my Daitokuji Financial >Group!_ SAMANTHA: Ah! Fighting crime!!! Geez! This is worst than a John Agar speech. NUKU-NUKU: Five more minutes Papa-san... >Hikaru grinned from ear to ear. SAMANTHA: And then the top part of his head fell off and rolled on the floor! Oh the humanity!!! EVERYONE ELSE: What?! SAMANTHA: Just kidding! > "...blah...and so, it is my unfortunate duty to wish you all the best in >the years to come...And hopefully you will all *at least* aspire to be at least >as successful as I...." NUKU-NUKU: Ego has been fully deployed. Prepare for smarm. > As B-ko finished her speech, clutching at the microphone and screaming >into it, leaving enough room for a dramatic pause before all of the students >began to cheer wildly, not necessarily because they had made it through over >twelve years of schooling, and not because school was finally over for some >of these students, but because they had made it through one of the longest and >most boring of all commencement ceremonies. ALL: Thank god!!! PRISS: Well, that was a horrible piece of dribble. NUKU-NUKU: How many more parts do we have to go? WASHU: About nine more... SAMANTHA: Oh joy. I am bursting with enthusiasm... ________________________________________________________________________ Send any C & C to: xwing@uniserve.com Believe me when I say that this is going to get allot worst before it gets any better.