>"Don't you go out on me," Harle: (Cid) Come on, just a couple miles more. I swear I'll treat you to a full tank of gas. >he said, "or I'll hurt you. Aisha: (Cid) I anal ra...wait...I'm doing that now. >Heh, lonely chocobo, I'm lonely too." Vash: I lonely too, but you don't see me rapeing Jace. *Asiha suddenly produced some pictures. Then promptly showed them, again, to Vash. * Vash: *Big sweat drop* Well...this really shouldn't count. That dildo isn't even mine, and we where asleep. >He then began to choke it slightly as he pounded violently into the poor thing. >The blood was now pouring out, and it's rectum was beginning to puff out, swollen, painful. Harle: The Chocobo needs Preperation-H. >Finally Cid came, Aisha: (Real Cid) What the fuck is going on, and who the hell are you?! Vash: (Fake Cid) Fuck bunnys! >semen and blood poured out in a disgusting pink mixture. Vash: Chocobo's must have at least five gallons of blood in their body. >At this same time Harle: Seven hundred suicide bombers are running toward ze authors house. >the chocobo's own penis, which had hardened against it's will shot off. Vash: Killing the pilot. Sending everyone to a firey and painfull death. >It's semen sprayed it's own and Cid's feet. All: .....FUCK YOU! >Cid breathed a sigh of relief and slumped against the chocobo which fell immediately >into a faint. Aisha: (Faint) Oh god! My horascope was right! A large chicken is going to choke me to death! >After a moment he wiped down, and removed all the restraints from the chocobo. >He dressed and went back to the dining area to take a nap. Vash: After he took a dump on the food cart. *WHAP!* >Yuffie's scream brought everyone else running. Harle: To tell her to shut up. >The chocobo had come half awake and was dragging itself across the floor to her. Aisha: (Chocobo) If I'm going die, I'm gonna take someone with me....to kill the author. >Blood was still leaking out from behind it, Vash: It needs a new muffler. >and it's intestines were poking out. Aisha: From where? Harle: At some point Cid must have missed. >Cloud clamped a hand over his mouth in shock. Vash: (Cloud) Anime, buy one get free! >Tifa grabbed Yuffie and they turned away. Harle: (Tifa) I know you didn't mean to shoot it. Aisha: (Yuffie) Yeah, I ment to shoot you. Bitch. >Yuffie was shaking, apparently in shock. Vash: (Yuffie) I'm 16 and still only a B cup?! >Barrett stood gaping, then yelled, "What the hell happened?!" Aisha: (Barrett) And why wasn't I invited?! >Cloud shook his head, unable to fathom a reply. Harle: Or to give a damn. >Vincent leaned against the doorway, an odd expression on his face. Vash: Visncent has bad gas. >'What's that smell?' he thought to himself, Aisha: The old man is deaf to his own gas. >'It smells like..' Aisha: Corn? Harle: Cabbage? Vash: Wet dog? >He then shook his head and scanned the room quickly. Some of the blood seemed to be mixed >with an odd whitish substance. Vash: Conan O'Brian. >He shook his head and quietly left the room. He followed the sound of Cid's snoring. Harle: Not anozer rape. Aisha: Naw, he dosn't have the brain cells to continue this for much longer. >He could still hear Yuffie's hysteric sobs, and the sympathetic cries coming from Tifa. Vash: The gental cry of gang rape coming from the cargo room. >He could also hear Clouds kind words, Aisha: (Cloud) Suck it up, you whiny bitch. >and Barrett explaining that it was dying and would need to be put down. Harle: So wiz out hesatation, Berrett uses Catastrophy. >Finally, Vincent entered Vash: Finally, someone that will stop this scrap. >the dining area. All: KILL HIM!! >Cid was curled up under the table with the most blissful and peaceful smile upon his face. Harle: (Aeris) Shit! He found us! Aisha: (Cait Sith) I knew we should have hidden in the closet. Vash: (Red XIII) I should have stayed with Hojo. >He looked nothing like the Cid they usually saw. Vash: He looks like Jeff Foxworthy on a bender. >He could have been an innocent angel. Aisha: If he wasn't a big ass-hole and smelled of Jack Daniel's. >Vincent then smelled a familiar scent again, Harle: (Vincent) Yum...Chocobo BBQ. >this time it was blood. Vash: Excel has killed the author! All: YAY! >He smelled the chocobo's blood, and it's source Aisha: Was the Chocobo mine. >was Cid........ Harle: Zat means that Cid is really a Chocobo! Vash: *Screams like a little girl.* Aisha: *Sweat drops then sighs* Let's go Harle and panzy. {[The Living Room]} *The three brave and annoyed MSTer's exit the theater. Of cource they see that Jace is still hanging from the ceiling. Jace was beatten, burned, and smeerd with jam. * Aisha: Hi Jace. Harle: Hi Jace. Vash: Hi Jace. Jace: *Smiles* Hi guys. How was the lemon? Aisha: Eh, same old piece of crap. Jace: Great. Well Akane is starting up dinner now. Harle: Shit. Jace: Umm...not to be a bother, but could you get me down? *Vash, Asiha, and Harle look at each other and nod their heads in aggrement. * Vash/Harle/Aisha: No. Jace: .....Oooookay. I'll just wait here then. Vash: Have fun. *Aisha walks over to the EZ-Chair and plops right down in it. Harle and Vash sit on the couch. Each one glad that the Lemon is over. Unfortunaly Pyron disided to vist our crew via the monitor. * Pyron: Well, well. Are we ready to give up and call me lord and master. All: Fuck off. Pyron: *sighs* We'll see how...how... Batch's voice: *pages can be hurd turning. Then she wispers to Pyron.* Obstreperous. Pyron: *Turns his head toward Batch whos off screen.* Obstreperous? Batch's voice: *Wispering* Yeah. It's in the Thesaurus. Pyron: *Turns back toward the crew.* We'll see how obstreperous you are with you're next lemon. Aisha: *Looking unintrested* Yeah, sure. Vash: * Also kinda out of it.* Whatever. Harle: * Same as the other two.* .... Pyron: Hmmm. It dose apper that this lemon did affect you. Make a note of this Batch. Gluecose's voice: *Giggles* I can do it. I'll just type it here. Pyron: *Turns his back to the crew "Eyes" widen* NO, NOT THEIR! Not on the camera control panel! *Before Pyron can do anything a voice can be herd.* Computer voice: Self-destruct sequence activated. Have a nice day. Pyron: How the hell did she do that?! Batch's voice: WE'RE FUCKED! Jace: Uh...Pyron? *Pyron turn's back around to face the crew. To bad sparks suddenly fly from the monitor, on Pyron's side, and it then shuts off. Then all the lights shut off, then the emergency lights kicked on. You know, the red lights that come on when regular lights shut down in the movies.* Jace: Well, at least it can't get any worce. *Just then Akane comes into the room.* Akane: *Smiling* It's dinner time everyone. Jace: *Sweat drop* Oops, guess it did. *A grumble and a yawn was hurd from behind the couch. It was Tora. He got up from his nap and stood up. After stretching he looked around. * Tora: *Blinks* So, did I miss anything? ------ Short MST eh? It looks like everyone is going to die. Thanks for reading my....WAIT! I'm not ending the series. This way at least. I'm not ending this yet. So it seems that the crew might have a explody problem on there hands and paws. Also Pyron's big secret is just around the bend. "What questions should I be thinking?" you ask? Well, here they are. Can the SOL crew save their asses, and maybe Pyron's ass too? Will there be an new member or members added? What is for dinner? Should I have a guest star? Sex, yes or no? Will I ever have a plot? WHERE THE FUCK ARE THOSE BLOCKBUSTER ASSASSINS, "THE FLASHY FIVE"?! Mushstashes for some and mushrooms for all! Next time on Anime Lemon Thearter 5000 1/2! Wolfvain wa minami to ookii no ookami desu!