AND THE CRACK ENSUES
"The fandom will kill you." - Ghei Sock.
Why?
1) - Candy!Conrad and the Capslock post
IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL DAY IN SHIN-MAKOKU WHEN A HAPPY CANDY!CONRAD OPENED HOMEMADE CANDY AND ICE CREAM - CANDY!CONRAD’S ICE CREAM AND CANDY PARLOR. HE OPENED THE WINDOWS AND MOVED HIS CANDY DISPLAYS TO THE WINDOW, WITH THE HOPES OF LURING IN MANY T3H 15-YEAR-OLD BASEBALL BOYS. IT TOOK HIM ONLY THREE SECONDS AND HIS RIGHT ARM BEFORE A GLEEFUL, PEDOBAIT CUTIE-DERP BY THE NAME OF YUURI SHIBUYA TO ENTER, A SWORD ATTACHED TO HIS BELT.
AND STRANGELY ENOUGH, THAT SWORD SEEMED HAPPIER IN THAT STORE THAN THE PEDOBAIT BASEBALL BOY DID.
MORGIF GLADLY HUMMED HIS APPROVAL.
YUURI IMMEDIATELY WENT TO ONE SHELF IN THE STORE, ADMIRING THE LIMP LICORICE STICKS WITH MUCH FONDNESS; HE REMEMBERED THOSE HAD TASTED NICE, BUT HE DISLIKED THE FLAVOR.
CANDY!CONRAD APPROACHED HIM QUIETLY.
“LITTLE BOY,” HE SAID, “I KNOW OF A CANDY STICK YOU WOULD MUCH PREFER OVER THE BITTER TASTE OF OLD LICORICE.”
YUURI TURNED HIS HEAD TO FACE CANDY!CONRAD, STARING WITH WIDE ADMIRATION AND CURIOSITY THAT ONLY A 15-YEAR-OLD PEDOBAIT CUTIE-DERP COULD HAVE. “OH?” HE ASKED. “WHAT IS IT? MAY I SEE IT?”
CANDY!CONRAD DIDN’T THINK SUCH A QUESTION WOULD BE ASKED. HE SMILED THAT CREEPY PEDOBEAR SMILE AND TOOK A STEP CLOSER. “I COULD SHOW YOU MY SPECIAL CANDY STICK,” HE SAID TEASINGLY, THOUGH HIS EYES SHOWED OTHER MOTIVES. “BUT WHAT WOULD YOU GIVE TO SEE CANDY!CONRAD’S SPECIAL CANDY STICK?”
AFTER A LONG STARE, GEARS TURNING IN HIS HEAD OF CAREFUL DELIBERATION, YUURI FINALLY REACHED TO HIS WAIST AND DETACHED THE ERECT SWORD. “HOW ABOUT MORGIF, MY TRUSTED PARTNER IN BATTLE?” HE ASKED. “I KNOW YOU WILL SAVE ME IF THE TIME IS NEEDED, I HAVE NO PROBLEM GIVING MY LOVELY SWORD TO YOU.”
MORGIF HUMMED IN APPRECIATION AT THE TERM OF ENDEARMENT, AND CONTINUED TO HUM AT THE IDEA OF BEING MANHANDLED BY CANDY!CONRAD. CANDY!CONRAD WANTED TO HANDLE SOMETHING ELSE, SOMETHING WITH A HIGHER VOCAL-RANGE, BUT RIGHT NOW, MORGIF WOULD HAVE TO DO.
YUURI GRINNED AND ROCKED EAGERLY ON THE BALLS OF HIS FEET. “WILL YOU SHOW ME YOUR SPECIAL CANDY STICK, CANDY!CONRAD?”
“IN DUE TIME, YOUR MAGESTY,” HE SAID, “IN DUE TIME. IT WILL BE FOR YOUR EYES ONLY.”
YUURI WAS EXCITED. THERE WAS A STIRRING IN HIS ABDOMEN AT THE PLEASURABLE CANDY HE WOULD BE ABLE TO STICK IN HIS MOUTH LATER. IT WAS HIS SPECIAL CANDY, FROM CANDY!CONRAD, AND HIS CANDY ALONE, SO THAT MEANT IT WOULD BE VERY GOOD. AND VERY, VERY TASTY.
HIS MOUTH WATERED AT THE IDEA OF THAT SWEET, DELECTIBLE DELIGHT, HOW LONG IT WOULD LAST IN HIS MOUTH, HOW IT COULD MELT ON HIS TONGUE. IT WAS BOUND TO BE THE BEST CANDY HE WOULD EVER EAT, HE JUST KNEW IT-
SOMETHING TICKLED HIS SPINE. YUURI WRIGGLED AND GASPED, THROWING HIS BODY AT CANDY!CONRAD AS HE ATTEMPTED TO ESCAPE THE FEELING. CANDY!CONRAD GASPED AND CAUGHT HIM QUICKLY, SMILING.
“I DIDN’T THINK YOU WERE READY SO SOON, YOUR MAGESTY,” HE SAID, THAT SPECIAL CANDY!CONRAD CANDY-COVERED SMIRK ON HIS SUGAR LIPS.
YUURI LOOKED UP WITH A VERY IGNORANT EXPRESSION. “…READY? WHAT IS IT, WHERE ARE WE GO-IS IT TIME FOR-EEEEEEK!”
THE MYSTERIOUS TICKLE RAN DOWN HIS SPINE AND HE WRIGGLED AGAINST CANDY!CONRAD.
“LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE IS EAGER FOR HIS SPECIAL CANDY,” CANDY!CONRAD COMMENTED CONTENTLY.
YUURI SHOOK HIS HEAD, FINALLY CATCHING IT. “SOMETHING IS TICKLING ME!” HE WHINED, CLINGING TO THE OLDER MAN. “SOMETHING MYSTERIOUS IS TOUCHING ME INAPPROPRIATELY!”
CANDY!CONRAD KNEW EXACTLY WHAT IT WAS, AND BEFORE THE MYSTERIOUS, INVISIBLE ITEM COULD STRIKE AGAIN, HE PUSHED YUURI OUT OF THE WAY. “I KNOW IT IS YOU, SHINOU,” HE SAID QUIETLY.
FINALLY CAUGHT, SHINOU CAME FROM HIDING, HIS GHOSTLY APPENDAGES NOW VIEWABLE. HE SMIRKED KNOWINGLY. “I KNEW HE WAS AS DUMB AS HE LOOKED, AND THEY SAY I’M A BLONDE,” HE SPOKE VICTORIOUSLY. “I WIN THIS BATTLE, IF I DID NOT WIN A WAR.”
CANDY!CONRAD BLINKED SLOWLY. “…MAY I HELP YOU FIND SOMETHING, SIR?” HE ASKED. AFTER ALL, CANDY!CONRAD STILL RAN A STORE, AND TO RUN HOMEMADE CANDY AND ICE CREAM - CANDY!CONRAD’S ICE CREAM AND CANDY PARLOR, ONE HAS TO BE CANDY!CONRAD AND CAPABLE OF RUNNING A SHOP, AND SO THAT WAS WHAT HE DID.
AND SO SHINOU LEFT WITH A WIDE SELECTION OF SWEETS, RANGING FROM MAOU-MANJUU TO DAIKENJA-POUT-COOKIES TO DAIKENJA-LOLICOCKS AND MERRILY MADE HIS WAY BACK INTO THE GHOSTLY LAND TO BOTHER DAIKENJA WITH HIS GHOSTLY APPENDAGES WHILE ON A SUGAR HIGH, INSTEAD OF BOTHERING YUURI WITH HIS GHOSTLY APPENDAGES RUNNING ON AIR.
…AND ONCE HE WAS GONE, CANDY!CONRAD TURNED BACK TO HIS MAOU.
“IS IT TIME FOR YOU TO SEE CANDY!CONRAD’S SPECIAL CANDY STICK?” HE ASKED WITH A DELICIOUS SMIRK.
YUURI BOUNCED UP AND DOWN HAPPILY. “I LIKE CANDY, CANDY!CONRAD!” HE INFORMED THE BRUNET.
CONRAD SMILED AND TOOK YUURI’S HAND. “MY SUPER SPECIAL CANDY!CONRAD CANDY STICK IS HIDDEN UPSTAIRS IN THE WAREHOUSE. COME WITH ME, YUURI.”
AND HAPPILY, HAND-IN-HAND, YUURI AND CANDY!CONRAD HEADED UPSTAIRS TO ENJOY CANDY!CONRAD’S SUPER SPECIAL CANDY!CONRAD CANDY STICK WHILE LEAVING MORGIF TO MAKE LOUDER MOANING DOWNSTAIRS NEXT TO THE DAIKENJA-LOLICOCKS.
AND WHEN WOLFRAM ENTERED THE STORE, HE STOLE CANDY TO MAKE HIMSELF FEEL BETTER BECAUSE HE KNEW THAT CANDY!CONRAD OF HOMEMADE CANDY AND ICE CREAM - CANDY!CONRAD’S ICE CREAM AND CANDY PARLOR WAS RAPING HIS YAOI PAIRING.
THE END!
2) - Friendly Shoulder previous Maou meets up for Sake
Another night home alone. Ken Murata was getting rather used to these nights when everyone in Shin-Makoku seemed too busy to pay attention to him and his creepy ways, though it never bothered him. He was used to being alone.
Or… well… as alone as he could possibly get.
This was not known as alone. There was a happy little being on his shoulder, the friendly shoulder Maou (or rather, the friendly shoulder previous Maou who had kindly taken residence upon his lithe structure) happily sitting where he normally sat on days like these.
‘Alone, my ass,’ he thought to himself.
Shinou grinned. “Drink the sake, Sage,” he said with a happy expression.
Indeed, there was sake in the house. In the periwinkle cupboard in his home, with the bright blue label reading “SAKE” in bold black font, there was a generous amount of sake there for the drinking.
Dare he risk it?
“Do it, Sage,” the former Maou urged on eagerly.
Murata instantly gave into the pressure of the being on his shoulder. After redressing himself into more traditional garb (for when you are from Japan, you must always drink sake in traditional garb)-with Shinou watching, of course-he took his little shoulder buddy downstairs to the kitchen and prepared his drink.
And three glasses later, he gave up on the small traditional set and drank that down faster than a Canadian chugging from a keg at an under aged party.
Shinou was raping his shoulder.
His ghostly appendages were molesting the joints, sliding to caress each and every curve his small ball-joint had. And he enjoyed it enough to cry out in pleasure each time Shinou’s hand touched his skin. Or, rather, didn’t, because Murata couldn’t feel it. But for whatever reason, the sake knew Shinou was touching him, and Murata knew Shinou was touching him through the sake.
He loved it.
And in the morning, he cried with a killer hangover. “My shoulder was raped!” he complained.
Unfortunately, Gisela could find no signs of molestation upon his shoulder and soon diagnosed it as mild hallucinations due to overall creepiness and the extensive amounts of sake, and only drugged him to sleep.
And when he slept, Shinou attempted to sneak over to his bed, but Murata knew all, for he was the Great Sage, and Shinou knew sometimes it just sucked being Seme.
~fin
3) - Wolfram's new Theme: Night of Fire
Yuuri heard bizarre songs coming from his bedroom one night. He rolled over, expecting the warmth of Wolfram to be next to him, radiating through that silky nightgown of his, but instead, there was only a cold mattress from where the sheets had been pulled.
“Wolfram?” Yuuri called quietly. “Wolfram, where’d you…go?”
“NIGHT OF FIRE!” said the radio in perky para-para jpop voices.
Indeed, there stood Wolfram, in his pink nightgown, hands moving and feet stepping to the perky beat. He seemed to completely ignore the mysterious voice of another man in the background, though Yuuri narrowed his eyes and watched him.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
Wolfram kicked in the head.
K.O.’d.
This continued for five nights, until finally Wolfram stood upon the table one evening and declared that he had an announcement.
“I have an announcement, so listen up!” he shouted to the group. A hand pointed out. “Yuuri, you wimp, this one is for you.”
Yuuri immediately grabbed his head.
A familiar beat started…
“NIGHT OF FIRE!” music played.
Gwendal had to leave the room to deny the fact that his brother was, indeed, doing a para-para in a pink shirt, fishnets, and black miniskirt on their dining room table.
This…
Yuuri stared in shock.
Gunter was completely speechless, leaving the room to ponder what sort of potion Anissina had used now, and Conrad accepted his defeat and left to find Yozak.
With only Yuuri and Wolfram left in the room, they turned that into… an amazingly horrible para-para routine.
~Fin
EDIT: AND PICTURES
P.S.
Geika will kill my brain... if not Ghei Sock, then Guntepheroth and the One Winged Morgif will.
Why?
1) - Candy!Conrad and the Capslock post
IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL DAY IN SHIN-MAKOKU WHEN A HAPPY CANDY!CONRAD OPENED HOMEMADE CANDY AND ICE CREAM - CANDY!CONRAD’S ICE CREAM AND CANDY PARLOR. HE OPENED THE WINDOWS AND MOVED HIS CANDY DISPLAYS TO THE WINDOW, WITH THE HOPES OF LURING IN MANY T3H 15-YEAR-OLD BASEBALL BOYS. IT TOOK HIM ONLY THREE SECONDS AND HIS RIGHT ARM BEFORE A GLEEFUL, PEDOBAIT CUTIE-DERP BY THE NAME OF YUURI SHIBUYA TO ENTER, A SWORD ATTACHED TO HIS BELT.
AND STRANGELY ENOUGH, THAT SWORD SEEMED HAPPIER IN THAT STORE THAN THE PEDOBAIT BASEBALL BOY DID.
MORGIF GLADLY HUMMED HIS APPROVAL.
YUURI IMMEDIATELY WENT TO ONE SHELF IN THE STORE, ADMIRING THE LIMP LICORICE STICKS WITH MUCH FONDNESS; HE REMEMBERED THOSE HAD TASTED NICE, BUT HE DISLIKED THE FLAVOR.
CANDY!CONRAD APPROACHED HIM QUIETLY.
“LITTLE BOY,” HE SAID, “I KNOW OF A CANDY STICK YOU WOULD MUCH PREFER OVER THE BITTER TASTE OF OLD LICORICE.”
YUURI TURNED HIS HEAD TO FACE CANDY!CONRAD, STARING WITH WIDE ADMIRATION AND CURIOSITY THAT ONLY A 15-YEAR-OLD PEDOBAIT CUTIE-DERP COULD HAVE. “OH?” HE ASKED. “WHAT IS IT? MAY I SEE IT?”
CANDY!CONRAD DIDN’T THINK SUCH A QUESTION WOULD BE ASKED. HE SMILED THAT CREEPY PEDOBEAR SMILE AND TOOK A STEP CLOSER. “I COULD SHOW YOU MY SPECIAL CANDY STICK,” HE SAID TEASINGLY, THOUGH HIS EYES SHOWED OTHER MOTIVES. “BUT WHAT WOULD YOU GIVE TO SEE CANDY!CONRAD’S SPECIAL CANDY STICK?”
AFTER A LONG STARE, GEARS TURNING IN HIS HEAD OF CAREFUL DELIBERATION, YUURI FINALLY REACHED TO HIS WAIST AND DETACHED THE ERECT SWORD. “HOW ABOUT MORGIF, MY TRUSTED PARTNER IN BATTLE?” HE ASKED. “I KNOW YOU WILL SAVE ME IF THE TIME IS NEEDED, I HAVE NO PROBLEM GIVING MY LOVELY SWORD TO YOU.”
MORGIF HUMMED IN APPRECIATION AT THE TERM OF ENDEARMENT, AND CONTINUED TO HUM AT THE IDEA OF BEING MANHANDLED BY CANDY!CONRAD. CANDY!CONRAD WANTED TO HANDLE SOMETHING ELSE, SOMETHING WITH A HIGHER VOCAL-RANGE, BUT RIGHT NOW, MORGIF WOULD HAVE TO DO.
YUURI GRINNED AND ROCKED EAGERLY ON THE BALLS OF HIS FEET. “WILL YOU SHOW ME YOUR SPECIAL CANDY STICK, CANDY!CONRAD?”
“IN DUE TIME, YOUR MAGESTY,” HE SAID, “IN DUE TIME. IT WILL BE FOR YOUR EYES ONLY.”
YUURI WAS EXCITED. THERE WAS A STIRRING IN HIS ABDOMEN AT THE PLEASURABLE CANDY HE WOULD BE ABLE TO STICK IN HIS MOUTH LATER. IT WAS HIS SPECIAL CANDY, FROM CANDY!CONRAD, AND HIS CANDY ALONE, SO THAT MEANT IT WOULD BE VERY GOOD. AND VERY, VERY TASTY.
HIS MOUTH WATERED AT THE IDEA OF THAT SWEET, DELECTIBLE DELIGHT, HOW LONG IT WOULD LAST IN HIS MOUTH, HOW IT COULD MELT ON HIS TONGUE. IT WAS BOUND TO BE THE BEST CANDY HE WOULD EVER EAT, HE JUST KNEW IT-
SOMETHING TICKLED HIS SPINE. YUURI WRIGGLED AND GASPED, THROWING HIS BODY AT CANDY!CONRAD AS HE ATTEMPTED TO ESCAPE THE FEELING. CANDY!CONRAD GASPED AND CAUGHT HIM QUICKLY, SMILING.
“I DIDN’T THINK YOU WERE READY SO SOON, YOUR MAGESTY,” HE SAID, THAT SPECIAL CANDY!CONRAD CANDY-COVERED SMIRK ON HIS SUGAR LIPS.
YUURI LOOKED UP WITH A VERY IGNORANT EXPRESSION. “…READY? WHAT IS IT, WHERE ARE WE GO-IS IT TIME FOR-EEEEEEK!”
THE MYSTERIOUS TICKLE RAN DOWN HIS SPINE AND HE WRIGGLED AGAINST CANDY!CONRAD.
“LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE IS EAGER FOR HIS SPECIAL CANDY,” CANDY!CONRAD COMMENTED CONTENTLY.
YUURI SHOOK HIS HEAD, FINALLY CATCHING IT. “SOMETHING IS TICKLING ME!” HE WHINED, CLINGING TO THE OLDER MAN. “SOMETHING MYSTERIOUS IS TOUCHING ME INAPPROPRIATELY!”
CANDY!CONRAD KNEW EXACTLY WHAT IT WAS, AND BEFORE THE MYSTERIOUS, INVISIBLE ITEM COULD STRIKE AGAIN, HE PUSHED YUURI OUT OF THE WAY. “I KNOW IT IS YOU, SHINOU,” HE SAID QUIETLY.
FINALLY CAUGHT, SHINOU CAME FROM HIDING, HIS GHOSTLY APPENDAGES NOW VIEWABLE. HE SMIRKED KNOWINGLY. “I KNEW HE WAS AS DUMB AS HE LOOKED, AND THEY SAY I’M A BLONDE,” HE SPOKE VICTORIOUSLY. “I WIN THIS BATTLE, IF I DID NOT WIN A WAR.”
CANDY!CONRAD BLINKED SLOWLY. “…MAY I HELP YOU FIND SOMETHING, SIR?” HE ASKED. AFTER ALL, CANDY!CONRAD STILL RAN A STORE, AND TO RUN HOMEMADE CANDY AND ICE CREAM - CANDY!CONRAD’S ICE CREAM AND CANDY PARLOR, ONE HAS TO BE CANDY!CONRAD AND CAPABLE OF RUNNING A SHOP, AND SO THAT WAS WHAT HE DID.
AND SO SHINOU LEFT WITH A WIDE SELECTION OF SWEETS, RANGING FROM MAOU-MANJUU TO DAIKENJA-POUT-COOKIES TO DAIKENJA-LOLICOCKS AND MERRILY MADE HIS WAY BACK INTO THE GHOSTLY LAND TO BOTHER DAIKENJA WITH HIS GHOSTLY APPENDAGES WHILE ON A SUGAR HIGH, INSTEAD OF BOTHERING YUURI WITH HIS GHOSTLY APPENDAGES RUNNING ON AIR.
…AND ONCE HE WAS GONE, CANDY!CONRAD TURNED BACK TO HIS MAOU.
“IS IT TIME FOR YOU TO SEE CANDY!CONRAD’S SPECIAL CANDY STICK?” HE ASKED WITH A DELICIOUS SMIRK.
YUURI BOUNCED UP AND DOWN HAPPILY. “I LIKE CANDY, CANDY!CONRAD!” HE INFORMED THE BRUNET.
CONRAD SMILED AND TOOK YUURI’S HAND. “MY SUPER SPECIAL CANDY!CONRAD CANDY STICK IS HIDDEN UPSTAIRS IN THE WAREHOUSE. COME WITH ME, YUURI.”
AND HAPPILY, HAND-IN-HAND, YUURI AND CANDY!CONRAD HEADED UPSTAIRS TO ENJOY CANDY!CONRAD’S SUPER SPECIAL CANDY!CONRAD CANDY STICK WHILE LEAVING MORGIF TO MAKE LOUDER MOANING DOWNSTAIRS NEXT TO THE DAIKENJA-LOLICOCKS.
AND WHEN WOLFRAM ENTERED THE STORE, HE STOLE CANDY TO MAKE HIMSELF FEEL BETTER BECAUSE HE KNEW THAT CANDY!CONRAD OF HOMEMADE CANDY AND ICE CREAM - CANDY!CONRAD’S ICE CREAM AND CANDY PARLOR WAS RAPING HIS YAOI PAIRING.
THE END!
2) - Friendly Shoulder previous Maou meets up for Sake
Another night home alone. Ken Murata was getting rather used to these nights when everyone in Shin-Makoku seemed too busy to pay attention to him and his creepy ways, though it never bothered him. He was used to being alone.
Or… well… as alone as he could possibly get.
This was not known as alone. There was a happy little being on his shoulder, the friendly shoulder Maou (or rather, the friendly shoulder previous Maou who had kindly taken residence upon his lithe structure) happily sitting where he normally sat on days like these.
‘Alone, my ass,’ he thought to himself.
Shinou grinned. “Drink the sake, Sage,” he said with a happy expression.
Indeed, there was sake in the house. In the periwinkle cupboard in his home, with the bright blue label reading “SAKE” in bold black font, there was a generous amount of sake there for the drinking.
Dare he risk it?
“Do it, Sage,” the former Maou urged on eagerly.
Murata instantly gave into the pressure of the being on his shoulder. After redressing himself into more traditional garb (for when you are from Japan, you must always drink sake in traditional garb)-with Shinou watching, of course-he took his little shoulder buddy downstairs to the kitchen and prepared his drink.
And three glasses later, he gave up on the small traditional set and drank that down faster than a Canadian chugging from a keg at an under aged party.
Shinou was raping his shoulder.
His ghostly appendages were molesting the joints, sliding to caress each and every curve his small ball-joint had. And he enjoyed it enough to cry out in pleasure each time Shinou’s hand touched his skin. Or, rather, didn’t, because Murata couldn’t feel it. But for whatever reason, the sake knew Shinou was touching him, and Murata knew Shinou was touching him through the sake.
He loved it.
And in the morning, he cried with a killer hangover. “My shoulder was raped!” he complained.
Unfortunately, Gisela could find no signs of molestation upon his shoulder and soon diagnosed it as mild hallucinations due to overall creepiness and the extensive amounts of sake, and only drugged him to sleep.
And when he slept, Shinou attempted to sneak over to his bed, but Murata knew all, for he was the Great Sage, and Shinou knew sometimes it just sucked being Seme.
~fin
3) - Wolfram's new Theme: Night of Fire
Yuuri heard bizarre songs coming from his bedroom one night. He rolled over, expecting the warmth of Wolfram to be next to him, radiating through that silky nightgown of his, but instead, there was only a cold mattress from where the sheets had been pulled.
“Wolfram?” Yuuri called quietly. “Wolfram, where’d you…go?”
“NIGHT OF FIRE!” said the radio in perky para-para jpop voices.
Indeed, there stood Wolfram, in his pink nightgown, hands moving and feet stepping to the perky beat. He seemed to completely ignore the mysterious voice of another man in the background, though Yuuri narrowed his eyes and watched him.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
Wolfram kicked in the head.
K.O.’d.
This continued for five nights, until finally Wolfram stood upon the table one evening and declared that he had an announcement.
“I have an announcement, so listen up!” he shouted to the group. A hand pointed out. “Yuuri, you wimp, this one is for you.”
Yuuri immediately grabbed his head.
A familiar beat started…
“NIGHT OF FIRE!” music played.
Gwendal had to leave the room to deny the fact that his brother was, indeed, doing a para-para in a pink shirt, fishnets, and black miniskirt on their dining room table.
This…
Yuuri stared in shock.
Gunter was completely speechless, leaving the room to ponder what sort of potion Anissina had used now, and Conrad accepted his defeat and left to find Yozak.
With only Yuuri and Wolfram left in the room, they turned that into… an amazingly horrible para-para routine.
~Fin
EDIT: AND PICTURES
P.S.
Geika will kill my brain... if not Ghei Sock, then Guntepheroth and the One Winged Morgif will.