Interview
Part Five by Saba
Oh Kapok, in your dreams . . . You know how it really happened, dragging the poor audience into it like this and I am WAY stronger than U so therefore I would not have a bruise on my face but you would have one on your fist!
That part of the show actually went like this . . . oh I can’t be stuffed but I’ll continue.
Piccolo: Damn! Kapok! How will I prove that I am not a tree?
Piccolo 2: Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Piccolo 3?
Piccolo 3: I think I am Piccolo 2.
Piccolo 2 + 3: We’re in the wrong show!
Piccolo: (looks at Piccolo 2 and Piccolo 3 and let’s out an ear piercing scream) AIEEEEEEEEEE! That stung! You said it didn’t hurt! (turn’s to chemist and beats the snot out of him) ^_^”’ (back to the story)
Piccolo: (looks at Piccolo 2 and Piccolo 3) what the Hell? Who are you?
Piccolo 2 + 3: We were known asB1 + B2, but the only way we could get into this play was to dress up as U!
Piccolo: (puts two fingers out and puts them behind his head) Special Beam!
(Piccolo 1 and Piccolo 2 are fried by his special beam)
Piccolo: MMMM . . . fried banana (munches down on B1 and B2)
Narrator: Hey! I thought you could only drink stuff, not eat!
Back at the studio,
Saba: Okay Kapok . . . STOP ACTING LIKE SOME KINDA SUPERHERO LIKE HERCULE
Audience: Hercule? Hercule Rules! Hercule Rules!
Saba: SHAD UP!
Ausiance: . . . .
Kapok: O_O”’ Um . . Saba calm down . . .
Saba: Calm down? You want me to calm down?
( During this time all the single guys who were in the strip club had come into the studio because they herd all the shouting and were mesmerised by it. )
One of the camera people: Hey, Saba! Don’t stop! Were getting the best ratings we’ve ever had! The studio audience is full and people are tuning in too!
Saba: WHAT? (whispers into mike to that guy) you mean I have to shout like this all the time?
OOTCP: No, just keep it violent.
Saba: Violent Hey? . . . (still whispering, cracks her knuckles and looks at U
(* Kapok’s Typing Note – Yes, it’s me. Lazy Saba just couldn’t type her own bit. But never mind, I’ll just bide my time . . . oh, anyway, that “U” up there, that would be referring to me. Can I also add that this whole episode from about here down is just Saba glorifying herself by beating me up, And I think I’ll also add, that it NEVER really happens this way. EVER. *)
Saba: Heh heh heh heh.
Kapok: Saba why are you laughing somewhat evilly?
Saba: (raises her power level to way above normal – which of course is necessary to even lay a scratch on the magnificent Kapok . . . alright, she didn’t write it that way, but damnitt, WHY do I have to type up my own death?)
Saba charges forward at amazing speed and skill (* Yeah, sure Saba. In your DREAMS.*) She raises her Fist and smashes down at Kapok’s shoulder. Kapok bunches under the pressure and in turn tries to smash Saba in the stomach. But Saba blurs out of sight . Kapok starts looking around Above her (scientific fact: opponents attack from above) The audience is really phyked and looking around for Saba. Kapok sees Saba charging down from above (*using her own weight as a weapon, I bet*) and goes to block just as she comes in close range she disappears and Kapok is struck from behind (*Dirty backstabber*) hard along the spine and is flung into the audience right where the Piccolo fan club is and they all start attacking the unconscious body of Kapok.
Back in the wilderness
Piccolo 1 is sitting cross legged and has a really weird look on his face
Piccolo: Eureka! I’ve got it! This will prove I’m not a tree or a Plant! (He speeds towards the studio)
What is Piccolo’s Plan?
Will Kapok be mortally wounded for life?
Until next Time!
(*corse, being brutally bashed up like that normally forces me into the next power level. But being unconscious, I totally lost control, skipped up to ~ level 69000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 frying all the studio and half the world with My Aura, but essentially jump-starting my system.
No. really. Okay. Now I’m dangerously angry. 2 –angry –2 –write .
Finish –later.
Saba: Oh Puh-leeeeeeeeeeeese
Kapok: don’t underestimate me. I’m a really very immensely angry twisted individual and if I don’t see you earlier, or dissipate my anger through some constructive outlet, say, car wrecking, I’m coming 2 “visit” you ‘round midnight. with certian carwrecking equiptment. (looks at hammer, chain saw, and axe) hmmmmm*)
