The Day I Met Washu

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Washu.  The creators of Tenchi Muyo do.  I also do not own David Boreanaz (wah!).   But I do own my island (Sarah’s Island) and a giant mutated slug. Thank you.  Red = Washu.  Dark red = me.

                                                                                                                                                                       

 

            I was lounging around in my mansion on my island (Sarah’s Island) when I heard a knock on my door.  I straightened my white silk dress with satin sleeves and told my door answerer, Sam, to answer the door.  You can imagine my surprise when in stepped Washu.

            “I’m sorry to bother you, Sarah, but you’re the only one who truly understands me.”

          “It’s okay, Washu.  You’re my favorite Tenchi Muyo character so it’s allowed!” I assured her.  She broke into a broke into a big grin and told me, “That’s great!  By the way, I hear you’re making a clone of David Boreanaz?”

          “That’s right.  Wanna help?”

          “I thought you’d never ask! – Oh, how’d that giant mutated slug come to be?”

          “Long story.  Includes my friend, John, messing up my elixir by dumping in too much Pepsi and coffee beans.”

          “Oh, okay.  So, did you get the ingredients for your David Boreanaz clone?”

          “Sure did! One of his shirts *drool*, a picture of him, a giant mutated slug, grass, and type-A positive blood.”

          “Good.  Now let’s get started.”

          Washu and I worked on making the elixir that would bring my clone of David Boreanaz to life for three hours.  At long last, we were done.

          “Eureka!”

“Yes!  Now David Boreanaz will finally be mine!  Mbwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!”

          “Uh huh.  You feelin’ okay?  No offense, but you sound like me!”

          “Well, I may not be a scientific genius like you, but I share your insanity.” I told her.  She pondered this for fifteen seconds.

          “Ya know what?  I think we’re gonna be great friends,” she said.  Then she put two watermelons on the table and cut each one in half.  Washu gave me both halves of one while she took both halves of the other one.  Needless to say, we dug in.

                                                                                                                                      

          Well, my clone of David Boreanaz came to life.  Of course, it would’ve been nicer if he was the real David Boreanaz.  Oh, well.  HE’S CLOSE ENOUGH!