{Misatro's apartment, during the synchronization training. The Second and
Third child are trying to match each other at Dance Dance Revolution while
Misato and the First look on. Suddnly, the Second Child stops.}

2nd: AAAARGH! This is STOOOOPID! No one could synchronise with this.. this
EEEEEDIOT!

The Third Child looked hurt, but did not otherwise react.

Misato: Come on, you have to, or the entire world is doomed! If you
can't... (She looked significantly at the First Child, who matched the
Third even to posture, and without a game mat.)

2nd: Oh all right! BUT! (turns to the Third, and smacks him every second or
third word for emphasis) You HAVE to stop STAREing MINDlessly eento the
DEEESTANCE, you WORTHLESS sack of PROtoplasm!

3rd: Duhuh... Okay Ren! I'll get my Groove Thing on! (the Third Child pulls
a strange contraption from offcamera, which turns out to be an antique
phonograph taped onto a crash helmet, which he straps on.) Atomic Thruster
to speed! Turbine on! I'll form the butt!

Its blue wig carelessly disheveled, Log continued to say nothing, while
Misato facepalmed.


NEVER COMING TO ANY MAILSERVER ANYWHERE

Ren-and

Log-as-Sis

STIMPYVELION


(Cut to Mr. Horse, wearing a pair of narrow glasses. He rubs his chin with
one white-gloved forehoof)

Mr. Horse: No sir, I don't like it.






- ClassicDrogn, cackling insanely as he flees into the night

--
________________  ___    ___  ________________
\_________      \ \__\__/__/ /      _________/    Our Lady of the Blessed
    \________    \__~o\/o~__/    ________/    Acceleration, guide my throttle
        \____________\  /____________/      and grant me traction, give me my
          A  A  R  D  ||  V  A  R  K     daily kick in the ass! VROOOOOOOOOM!



             .---Anime/Manga Fanfiction Mailing List----.
             | Administrators - ffml-admins@anifics.com |
             | Unsubscribing - ffml-request@anifics.com |
             |     Put 'unsubscribe' in the subject     |
             `---- http://ffml.anifics.com/faq.txt -----'