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From: Adrian Tymes 
Subject: [OW!C] Chaos don't play that game
Date: 03 Mar 1999 00:00:00 GMT
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Chibi-Youma floated outside the Dark Crystal, while he was
simultaneously sweatdropping, then being beamed down, from inside.  He
sensed/watched as the Switchy Thing was destroyed, then stolen intact,
then discovered to be stolen.  Truly, Chaos had wasted no time.[1]

"Thank you, Chaos.  Good job.  We're past the Plot now."

Chaos, not used to being appreciated, paused.  "You're...welcome."

"So...you can go now."

"Excuse me?"

"Go.  Shoo.  Run along.  Your job is done; you can get back to whatever
you were doing."

Chaos, currently only having a ghostly presence made of dark energy, had
a ghostly sweatdrop made of dark energy.  "You expect me to leave just
because you asked nicely?  You, whom I have posessed before?  You, who
*know* how evil I am?"

"Well, yes..."

Never before had dark toast facefaulted from over a kilometer in the
air.

Chibi-Youma looked down, knowing that Chaos could hear him despite the
distance.  "Ano...doesn't that hurt?"

"Look.  I've spent the past several months trying to get back to Otaku
World.  I'm not leaving, now that you've given me a path back."

"I'm not asking you to leave Otaku World.  Just give me my body back."

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

C-Y concentrated, using what little control he had left to shape his
face into the Ultra-Kawaii Pout that Chibi Thunder had shown him: eyes
widened to the maximum, tears brimming on his lower eyelids just short
of rolling down, mouth curled into a cute frown, and head swelling in a
partial SD transformation.  "Puh-weeeeeeeeease?"

"No."

C-Y deflated instantly.  "How could you resist that?"

"Because I'm evil."

"Oh."

TBC?

[1] At least, according to the posts in reply order as I got them; Deja
News confirms this.  (For example, the ST was stolen in a reply to the
post where it was destroyed.)