Post by Recoome on Dec 5, 2008 11:50:44 GMT -5
Yamcha was in his house cooking breakfast when he heard cries of terror. Wondering what it was Yamcha decides to go investigate. As he walks outside, Yamcha sees an explosion down the street. “What the heck was that?” Yamcha flies off to see what it was. As he flies overhead he sees a crazy looking man firing some type of weapon all at random places, screaming like a mad man. He sees some cops hiding behind their cars and goes over to see them.
“What is this guy doing?” says Yamcha. “He has gone insane. We need to stop him before he kills everyone.” Yamcha thinks about it. “Well ok that sounds fine to me, good luck.” Yamcha starts to fly away when the cop yells to him. “If you stop him for us, we will give you whatever money he has on him and you can keep his weapon.” “Fine!”
Landing, Yamcha starts to go towards the man when he notices the Red Ribbon insignia on the psychotic, crazy man’s arm. “Oh man this could be more difficult then I first assessed. I should go have my breakfast first. That should make this battle easier.” So Yamcha flies home to eat up his pancake, bacon ham and cheese omelet, sausage, and French toast breakfast. After partaking in his delicious breakfast, and downing it with a nice cold glass of orange juice, Yamcha leaves his house once again to go and take on this man.
Before flying off to fight, Yamcha does some stretching to keep himself from cramping up. Having successfully finished his warming up, Yamcha cockily flies off to face his combatant. Landing behind the man Yamcha taps him on the shoulder. “Excuse me sir douche bag, but I must kill you,” And with that Yamcha throws a vicious punch at the man’s head. The guy dodges and starts shooting his KI blaster at Yamcha. The fight is on at neither man is able to successfully attack the other man. Punch after punch thrown by Yamcha misses, yet the Red Ribbon man is unable to counter with any successful hit. “I see you are a worthy opponent sir douche bag. However, you are no match for my super move.” Yamcha runs up and kicks the mans legs out from under him, causing the man to fall on his back. Yamcha then pulls down his pants and lets off a disgusting fart right in the mans face.
“Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha! Your done for now. I just killed you with that. You are…” The man shoots three KI Blasts which singes Yamcha’s hair. “YOU ARE SCREWED! How am I supposed to look good for Bulma now? Grrr. I am going to destroy you!” And with that Yamcha unleashes a fury on the man, landing lefts at rights at full power. Yamcha then grabs the douche bag by the legs and throws him into a light post, knocking it over. Running over and grabbing the pole, Yamcha repeatedly beats the man down until he is dead. Turning towards the police, Yamcha sees they are coming towards him. “Thank you young man. Now then, we shall take his KI blaster and money if you don’t mind.” Yamcha calmly picks up the KI Blaster like he is going to hand it to the police and then shoots the cop cars, making them all explode is a loud, fiery explosion not unlike what happens when a fat man takes a poop in a toilet. Grabbing the KI Blaster and the 100 Zenni he found on the dead man’s body, Yamcha flies home to have some more of his delicious food.
Word Count: 608
“What is this guy doing?” says Yamcha. “He has gone insane. We need to stop him before he kills everyone.” Yamcha thinks about it. “Well ok that sounds fine to me, good luck.” Yamcha starts to fly away when the cop yells to him. “If you stop him for us, we will give you whatever money he has on him and you can keep his weapon.” “Fine!”
Landing, Yamcha starts to go towards the man when he notices the Red Ribbon insignia on the psychotic, crazy man’s arm. “Oh man this could be more difficult then I first assessed. I should go have my breakfast first. That should make this battle easier.” So Yamcha flies home to eat up his pancake, bacon ham and cheese omelet, sausage, and French toast breakfast. After partaking in his delicious breakfast, and downing it with a nice cold glass of orange juice, Yamcha leaves his house once again to go and take on this man.
Before flying off to fight, Yamcha does some stretching to keep himself from cramping up. Having successfully finished his warming up, Yamcha cockily flies off to face his combatant. Landing behind the man Yamcha taps him on the shoulder. “Excuse me sir douche bag, but I must kill you,” And with that Yamcha throws a vicious punch at the man’s head. The guy dodges and starts shooting his KI blaster at Yamcha. The fight is on at neither man is able to successfully attack the other man. Punch after punch thrown by Yamcha misses, yet the Red Ribbon man is unable to counter with any successful hit. “I see you are a worthy opponent sir douche bag. However, you are no match for my super move.” Yamcha runs up and kicks the mans legs out from under him, causing the man to fall on his back. Yamcha then pulls down his pants and lets off a disgusting fart right in the mans face.
“Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha! Your done for now. I just killed you with that. You are…” The man shoots three KI Blasts which singes Yamcha’s hair. “YOU ARE SCREWED! How am I supposed to look good for Bulma now? Grrr. I am going to destroy you!” And with that Yamcha unleashes a fury on the man, landing lefts at rights at full power. Yamcha then grabs the douche bag by the legs and throws him into a light post, knocking it over. Running over and grabbing the pole, Yamcha repeatedly beats the man down until he is dead. Turning towards the police, Yamcha sees they are coming towards him. “Thank you young man. Now then, we shall take his KI blaster and money if you don’t mind.” Yamcha calmly picks up the KI Blaster like he is going to hand it to the police and then shoots the cop cars, making them all explode is a loud, fiery explosion not unlike what happens when a fat man takes a poop in a toilet. Grabbing the KI Blaster and the 100 Zenni he found on the dead man’s body, Yamcha flies home to have some more of his delicious food.
Word Count: 608