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From: Adrian Tymes 
Subject: [OW!] All aboard the Piccolo
Date: 15 Mar 1999 00:00:00 GMT
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Chibi-Youma soared through the air, neither knowing nor caring where he
was headed.  He had gotten free from Chaos, and that was all that mat-

"Hello."

C-Y backpedalled, desparately trying to halt his flight, before
remembering that one usually does not walk on air.  The dark energies of
Chaos swirled in front of him like a gaping maw-

J-me wrote:
> Chibi Youma blinked as a purple apparition appeared before him and slowly
> took the form of the late Chibi no Miko.

*PING*

C-Y deflected off of the apparition like a pinball.  Chaos moved to
intercept.

*PING*

The apparition flipped around in the air, bouncing C-Y away from Chaos
like a pinball bumper.  Chaos moved to intercept.

*PING*

Chibi no Miko deflected C-Y again, and again, Chaos moved to intercept,
not noticing at first that the flight had gotten low enough that he was
now underground.

Sailor Chibisnapdragon wrote:
> As the otaku-napper and napped vanished over the horizon, Leloni and
> Makoto, as one, screamed "SNAPPY!!!!!" in return.

Piccolo flew as if his life depended on it.  How long would it be before
someone came to get the girl?  Surely-

*SPLUT*

Surely, there was nothing quite like getting youma in the face to slow
one down.  Annoyed, Piccolo plucked the semi-conscious youma off of his
face, put C-Y under his other arm, and flew on.  The weight dragged him
a little lower.

Piccolo floated as if his life depended on it.  How long would it be
before someone came to get the girl, or the youma?  Surely, it-

"Hold it!"

Surely, it was a total surprise to see Chibi-Abacus in front of him.
Where the android came from, he had no idea, but C-A quickly latched on
to C-Y and began to pull.  Irritated, he yanked up, easily pulling C-A
off his feet and into Piccolo's hand.  The weight was too much to keep
airborne, so Piccolo drifted down to the ground.

Piccolo sprinted as if his life depended on it.  How long would it be
before someone came to get the girl, or the youma, or the android?
Surely, it could-

*BEEP*

Surely, it could have been worse than a blender.  Frappe defiantly
stood in Piccolo's path, until the kidnapper bit Frappe's power cord as
he passed, yanked his head up, and managed to be wearing Frappe's cord
like a scarf.  The weight slowed him down.

Piccolo ran as if his life depended on it.  How long would it be before
someone came to get the girl, or the youma, or the android, or the
blender?  Surely, it could not-

"Ahem."

Surely, it could not be!  Chaos?!?  Piccolo had heard that that being
was forever banished.  Quickly putting such thoughts aside, he charged
Chaos, figuring that the last thing Chaos would expect would be a head-
on attack.  Chaos's energies nearly dissapated from the blow, but they
clung together like a sticky vest, taking most of Piccolo's wind away in
the process.

Piccolo walked as if his life depended on it.  How long would it be before
someone came to get the girl, or the youma, or the android, or the
blender, or the entity?  Surely, it could not be-

"Stop."

Surely, it could not be, again!  Otaku?  Where Chaos and Otaku warred,
things were reputed to get nasty.  Heedless of the danger, and by now
far too committed to a pattern to give up, Piccolo snatched Otaku, and
placed her in his other hand.

Piccolo staggered as if his life depended on it.  How long would it be
before someone came to get the girl, or the youma, or the android, or
the blender, or the entity, or the other entity?  Surely, it could not
be long-

"OW!"

Surely, it could not be long before he ran into caltrops at this rate,
he mused.  On lifting up his left foot, he saw Chibi no Miko's ghost
embedded in his insole, making walking on that foot impossible.

Piccolo hopped as if his life depended on it.  How long would it be
before someone came to get the girl, or the youma, or the android, or
the blender, or the entity, or the other entity, or the ghost?  Surely,
it could not be long now.

TBC?