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Flower MuckaJanine: With my Poison I'll kick yer Grass! Right back to Celadon Square!
Erika: Hell no, flower mucka! I'm gonna hit yer Muk until it cries in despair!
Janine: You're such a fool! Now my ninja skills'll flip it in the air!
Erika: ...You flower mucka.
Gardenia: You flower mucka~
Janine: Flowers are frail, cuz' I am packin' pesticide
Gardenia: Now it's my turn! Leech Seed! You know you cannot hide!
Janine: I'm gonna KICK YER GRASS! C'mon, now Arbok, use Glare!
Gardenia: Oh yeah, flower mucka? Earthquake is gonna give your snake a scare!
Erika and Gardenia: And now you lose!
Janine and Koga: Just a minute, that does NOT seem faiiiiir!
Erika and Gardenia: You flower mucka~
Janine and Koga: You flower mucka... ;_;
Coney Islandlol sew radnum
That's what WE thought, too, when we laid eyes on it.
Then it attacked the tour boat.
Its tusks made a hideous grinding noise against the vessel, one I'll never forget, as it caused me to grate my teeth to the point where I'd need at least two of them pulled after this whole ordeal. The ship's fair Captain, not quick enough with the harpoon, was the first to perish. A sad tale, but his loyal crew, save for one gangly man with a scruffy hound, had made a valiant effort to uphold their duties to ensure all the passengers escaped safely and orderly.
It was for this reason that they, too, all perished.
The beast's foul beak tore through the ship like it was a mere letter to be opened... nay, it was like a jack hammer, viciously chiseling away at the lives and memories of loved ones, and mercilessly leaving no trace of them but the stench of carrion strewn far and wide.
Through some incomprehensible miracle (or mere fate, if you can even fairly attribiute it to just that) the
They First MeetNarrator: One day, in the mountains, Aya Syameimaru was bored out of her skull and decided to yell some stupid thing at the first youkai that had the misfortune of crossing her path.
[The victim-I mean, Momiji walks by]
Aya: You can be my sidekick!
Momiji: [startled for a split second, realising an ignoramus is speaking to her and promptly folds arms dismissively] Tch, don't make me laugh.
Aya: Aww, but you're so fluffy and cuuuuute! [pinching Momiji's cheek and scratching behind her ear]
Momiji: [growling yell, slapping Aya aside] I DON'T WANNA BE YOUR SIDEKICK AND I'M NOT CUTE, YOU BIRD-WHORE!
Aya: [single tear] B-B-Bird-whore? Nobody's EVER called me that before.
Momiji: [heart-piercing eyes and menacing grin] Oh, I'm sure they will, for ages to come.
Aya: [prideful sneer, tear-dots in eyes] Don't think I'll go easy on you either.... FLUFFY.
[Dynamic shot of horizontal rival-lightning between them, set in a red and purple swirling realm of rivalry. Aya posed cockily with her foot on
to crumble up
the remnant pieces
of my love for you
and throw them in the trash
but I'm such a bad shot.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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