Steel Angel Kurumi Fan Fiction ❯ Steel Angel Kurumi EX2 plus A: Hot Saki ❯ Tha Set Up ( Prologue )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: deucez
We meet our villain, our hero, and our... narrator?!?

P.S. I don't know where they get their word count, but when I Typed it on MSWord, it only came to be 4,502 words.

P.P.S. This is version 1.2, and I hope it's a better literary experience than that of the previous versions.

Anime/Manga: Steel Angel Kurumi Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Martial Arts / Hentai / Drama / Sci-fi / Comedy / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.15.2004 | Updated On: 07.10.2005 | Pages: 6 | Words: 10.0K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Completed

A/N: Hello. If you don't know me, then let me introduce myself. My pen name is DEUCEZ… I know, I know, it says `deucez' at the top of the page, but I'm too lazy a bastard to keep typing a capital `D' just to login. By the time this “chapter” is posted you should be able to read the prologue to my largest project “The PimpVerse (insert reverb here)”. But then again maybe you won't because I want to create a website that clarifies some of the more obscure parts of “The PimpVerse (insert reverb again)” and also serves as a home to other adventures created by other writers who have ventured into “The PimpVerse (insert reverb- I swear it's the last time you will have to)” before I could possibly post it on mediaminer.org.
Anyways, enough about “The Pimp-” *sees glares of angry readers* …that, I want to welcome you to my first official fanfic!……OH GAWD!! My…first…fanfic *cough* I think…*wheeze* I…can't breathe!*gasp* I'm… hyper *pant* ventilating! *SMACK* Er, thank you for slapping some sense into me. I mean it's just my first…fanfic… No, no, no! I'm fine! *gulp* Really! (The flames cannot hurt me, the flames cannot hurt me- or can they?) AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!! *runs around screaming* *squeal of rubber heard* Sorry.
Now that my psychotic episode is over, let me tell you the premise behind this story. After watching all of the first two seasons of Steel Angel Kurumi, including the first season's Encore (repeatedly), and reading the first two volumes of the graphic novel (that term still sounds naughty to me), I was saddened that my favorite Steel Angel (Saki), only got her ass beat any didn't get any lovin'. So I resolved to remedy this little quandary in a fanfic. Also, the fact that Kurumi's advances aren't well recepted by her master(s) irked me as well since she is a hot piece of ass (for a cartoon anyways). So I hope to kill two birds with one stone- um, story if you will. This story WILL have lemon in it. Where you ask? Can some one say later? `Cuz that's where it is. This story idea was only supposed to be a one-shot but noooo- that wasn't enough for me (dammit). This will have at least some semblance of a plot, and an original one if I might add. I will not be recreating anything from S.A.K., the first or second season, or doing anything half-assed. I may take a few ideas from some other people who've done good things, but if I do, I'll give credit where it's due. When I say lemon, I mean detailed NC-17 type shit, and when I say plot it will be quite the anfractuous** one if I do say so myself. You can expect new villain(s), new Steel Angels, and, dare I say it, new powers! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *clears throat* Sorry. There is more than one reason I named this fic “Hot Saki”. *waggles eyebrows suggestively* Oooh, just a little side note- there will be some hot Kurumi/Saki action in the future of the story arc, and it's planned for, and I might add on to that as a side story cuz I have already planned for three.
Also, a certain foul-mouthed, flat-chested Steel Angel (*cough*Karinka*cough*) will not be in this fic at all so SUCK ON THAT KARINKA FANS!!! SWEET JUSTICE FOR SAKI BITCHES!!!! MWAHAHAHA- damnit! I gotta keep from going on these maniacal tangents so often. Anyways, you've had enough of my conflagurating** this note, ENJOY MY FIC, FOR I COMMAND THEE TO!!!!
(Psst. For all of you who have read this chapter before, and wonder what is new about it, I had some formatting issues that took off part of the chapter. And I put in this bulletin telling you to check my profile regularly. I'm thinking of getting a Livejournal account so I can communicate with you, but since I don't have one yet… READ MY PROFILE!!!!. Until later.)
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The Ever-Present and All-Important Disclaimer: If I owned anything besides that which has escaped my depraved cerebellum, would you be reading this fic for free? I didn't think so. As long as no one sues me, I won't have to brandish my PIMP HAND** and command you to Fall In Line!! Now that you've been regulated, the advent of this chapter is upon us.
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DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO JUST SKIP MY NOTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I…*sniff*…I…worked really… *sniffle*…hard on it…just for you…WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please…*sniff* …please go back…an…and read it…for me?
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Steel Angel Kurumi ex2 plus a:
Hot Saki
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Chapter 0: Tha Set Up
(Prologue)
By: DEUCEZ
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Legend:
(Parentheses contain my randomness)
I can only make interesting sounds *BOOM*, or do actions like this *brandishes PIMP HAND* between asterisks.
Hi, I'm the narrator. I can only talk to the author if my words are underlined.
`Hello, I'm generic character #2, and I think in between these fine single quotes'
“But I speak in between doubles!”
When I emphasize a word, only the word is put into Italics.
 
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(Narrator! Wake Up! We have a story to do!)
I'm up, I'm up.*groans* Which fic is this that we're doing today?
(It's the Prologue to Steel Angel Kurumi EX2 plus A: Hot Saki. And it's been revamped. For the second time.)
What is it with you and prologues?Why'd you revamp it? …Again!You're not supposed to fixwhat is not broken. And thatAuthor's Note, get rid of it already!It'sway too long, and I couldstillprobably count the number of people who've read it on one hand.But I did like the little interplay between Amagi and Hiroshi. More machinate-y goodness! YAY!
(I don't know, I just happen to like prologues. Why'd I revamp it? I felt it didn't set the bar high enough for the rest of the story. I'm glad that you liked the scene I added. I'm still lacking in my Chapter 1 progress. I will get to it. And I hope the readers go to my profile and see all of the delectable things my cerebellum is cooking up. Now, you better not say anything about my ass this time; if you know what's good for you. I would love the opportunity to introduce my mystery art character's fancy abilities and combos. )
Ok, ok, ok!Sheesh! I know I don't want to tangle with that dude, he creeps me out. Although I saw another one of hims funning around, but for some reason he wasn't nearly as BA** as Na'a-
(SSHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! They don't know about him yet. He is to be a surprise. They *indicating readers* can't learn his name… yet.)
Oohhhhh. Ok, I didn't mean to almost spill the beans.
(It's all good. How about we get this started, like the Black Eyed Peas.)
Alright. B.G., the Opening song if you would?
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Opening song
You think you was on NBA Jam, you hear that choppa
Go Blakka-ga-blakka, Boom-shakka-laka-laka
It get know - hotter than Geezy, I swear to that
Trust me, I bust ya up wherever I catch ya at
It could be night, It could be daylight
I'ma show ya what the - AK like
Them bullets burn, they don't come straight they flip, they twist, they turn
Now is ya ready for it
Then I'ma bring it to ya, if you insist playa
I'ma discharge all fifty out the clip playa
Man, I'm the hottest of the hot, I be burnin up
And I'm ready to set it off, so turn it up
Let's get drunk dawg, let's get buck dawg
Where ya sets at, put em up dawg
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After the incident with the Academy, Nakahito, Kurumi, and the rest of the Angels lived happily for a while. Until, that is, Dr. Ayanokoji and Dr. Walski agreed that the Steel Angels should be deactivated until humanity was in peril and needed to call upon the aid of the Angels again. The day mankind said good bye to its guardian angels was fraught with tears.
(*sniffle* That is still beautiful man….)
Thanks Author-Dude, it's why I'm the best narrator around. Hey, maybe you could write that in later as some snappy flashback scene or something.
(Yeah maybe. Oh! The story! Please, continue.)
Now after the Angels were deactivated, there were many raid attempts made on the Academy base by malefactors trying to obtain an Angel for their own evil machinations. Nakahito and his family all served to guard the Angels in conjunction with the efforts of the Academy. But as the numbers of their allies were diminishing and their enemies were only getting stronger, Dr. Ayanokoji, in his failing health, surmised that they needed to employ an alternative to the method of repulsion they used currently. Before he died, Dr. Ayanokoji took his best student and made a secret division of the Academy in the United States. Eventually, one by one, the Steel Angels were moved to the USA. The Academy base in Japan continued to run as a front to shroud the secrets that were being guarded tightly by the man who is Dr. Ayanokoji's protégé. That man is Majima Hiroshi. After the good doctor's passing, Hiroshi quickly shot up to power in order to fill Ayanokoji's shoes. Hiroshi controlled the Academy with an iron fist, but his power soon corrupted his mind and drove him mad with a lust for even more power. He began to hunger for world domination. With the advanced technology of the Academy at his disposal, and the strength of the Steel Angels heeding his call, Dr. Majima Hiroshi began his machinations to make the world acquiesce to his power.
Oooh! Look he's plotting right now! Let's go look in on him!
(*sweat drops* Dumb ass!!! Won't you ever learn?!? Geez, you sounded like a giggly little schoolgirl and it freaked me out.)
Hmph! I say screw you then!I can't help it if I like watching villains plot! Aww, now we might have missed some of it!! SCENE CHANGE!!
(Wait a min-!)
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In a peaceful field of long grass being caressed by the gentlest of breezes, alone stood a tall man wearing a long, dark trench coat and a black hat. Upon closer inspection one would see that the man stood about 6'6” (that is 198.12 cm for you metric users), and despite the beautiful day, his hard angular face was set in a deep, perpetual scowl underneath his obsidian sunglasses and black fedora. Said man filled his large frame with colossal muscles that would cow most rational men. Add this to his midnight-sky colored leather trench coat and he represents the visage of intimidation.
“BEGIN!!!” the figure shouted into the headset nestled on his ear.
“Yes, right away Dr. Hiroshi!! Commence sequence Omega, Sigma, Phi, 2, 3, 5,9!!” the voice was heard replying over the connection.
Dr. Majima Hiroshi pulled his sunglasses down in order to watch the scene play out on his holovid** watch. His blood red irises scanned over the situation diagnostic that his watch his watch gave him.
“Hmm… probability of success is up to 82.76 percent. That's much better the last Prototype we made,” he murmured to himself as he watched the events unfold.
Earlier in the day, during the preparation for the experiment, Hiroshi had gone to Dr. Reiko Amagi for some counsel…
“Dr. Amagi, what do you think of my plans to stabilize the Prototype's emulation system by synching it with the harmonics drive and the resolution emitter?” Dr. Hiroshi inquired.
“You know how I feel about this whole Prototype project in the first place! Why would you even ask for my advice? What made you think that I would even help you?!” Amagi snapped at him, “What would…what would Dr. Ayanokoji say about this…”
“Ayanokoji was a fool! He was weak with his prattling on about kindness and love! A simpering idiot at his bes-”
“You have no right to talk about Dr. Ayanokoji that way! You were merely a bumbling fool before Ayanokoji molded you into a great scientific mind!”
“Hmph! You only wish that were true; you know that you could never match wits with one such as I, even at your best. It's good to see some life in your withered husk nowadays old hag! Even if it is only to shout fallacious accusations at the greatest genius of the century.”
“Hag! Why I ought to-”
“You can't and won't do anything. I don't even know why I even bothered to come to a peon such as your self. You may have been one of the greatest scientific minds back in your day, but now you are past your prime,” Dr. Hiroshi sneered at her, “The future is upon you, the future is my time. All who stand not with me stand against me. And all who stand against me will be eradicated!”
Hiroshi turned his back to Amagi and stormed off while she glared a hole into his back. She had always seethed at his arrogance, and the attitude he had taken was reminiscent of several megalomaniacs that she had wrote many a dissertation upon in her psych classes. But Reiko Amagi is not a woman of passive personality. She had forseen his plans for the world once he came to power. She just couldn't find any hard evidence to nail his ass to the wall with. Although she wanted to take the high road as Dr. Ayanokoji would've, she found herself making quiet countermeasures in the background to ensure Hiroshi's failure. In the back of her mind, Dr. Amagi knew that all things would come to a head soon, and she only had a few more details to handle before she firmly put a wrench in Hiroshi's devices
“Oh, you'll get yours Hiroshi, and you'll never see it coming.”
Dr. Amagi turned to the Steel Angel that had come up behind her. The Steel Angel was a new model, with a Mark II Angel heart and an Obedience Drive (the Academy had switched from circuits to `O' Drives after Saki had ripped hers out) that was basically designed to be a guard dog that had breasts and could speak.
“Come Kaede, Rose and Isabelle are getting into place. It begins tonight!”
Majima Hiroshi had of course, had that hallway bugged before he entered into the spat with Amagi. He had surveillance all over the entire fortress that all wired back into his personal office. Paranoia had taught him that anyone he couldn't control was somebody that he couldn't trust. He was still pondering over her meaning as the experiment was being conduced.
“What `begins' tonight? I bet she has cooked up some plan to stop my ambitions. She might have sabotaged my prototype! She'll pay dearly if any thing goes wrong! I'll-”
“Dr. Hiroshi!! The Prototype has stabilized! Your idea to synchronize the emulator with the harmonics system worked just as you said it would!” the voice cheered into Hiroshi's headset bubbling with joy.
“Good. Have the Prototype stored in Vault G, section 12.”
“Yes Dr. Hiroshi!” came the response.
“Whatever Amagi has planned is of no consequence, for my victory is at hand. Three years after that horrendous failure in 2009, the day has come when my dream shall be realized!” Hiroshi exclaimed as his blood red eyes filled with the flames of unbridled insanity, “After the rest of the Steel Angels are reawakened, and the Prototype is unleashed upon those blundering saps they call armed forces, THE WORLD SHALL BE MINE!!!!!”
After such a passionate declaration, one would almost think it a pity he couldn't see the snickering faces gathered in a small alcove that had tapped into his conversation.
One of the faces looked at the others and said, “Dr. Amagi is going to love this.”
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Oooh, villainous plots! YAY!
(*faceplants* Oww… Damn that hurts! Note to self: no more faceplanting, ever. Period. I really mean it.)
Hey Mr. Author-Guy… what do you think that prototype-thingy is?
(I can't tell you, it's a secret. But…)
Yes? Yes?
(I suppose I can give you and the readers a hint to help you guess what the Prototype is and does.)
Oooh, what is it?
(It's a prototype-thingy.)
*faceplants*
(Hahaha!! I'm just kidding, so here is the real hint: The Prototype can, and I stress `can', affect… oops, I almost spilled something I can't tell you yet. For those of you who read the earlier version of this prologue, things have changed and what you think you know may not be true anymore. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Dammit I did it again. *clears throat* Anyways, now it's time to introduce the hero a teensy-bit before the first chapter. SCENE CHANGE!!!)
What?!? No, I want an ans-
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We see an urban city bustling as the day wears on. Ah, here comes our hero now. He is one Anthony James, but is known to his friends by the name of Nightmare. Nightmare is your mild-mannered (yeah, right) African-American (*cough* BLACK! *cough*) entry-level civil engineer who is working on a shopping complex for the new business district in the Arctic Gale quadrant of Jam City. Before you jump to any conclusions, the city was founded twenty years prior by a man named Quentin Jam, so that is why it is called Jam City. Hmm… let's see… what else… oh! I guess you should know what he looks like and all that. He normally wears his hair in tightly braided cornrows, but sometimes he'll let his hair down and rocks the quintessential classic fro. He ain't got much bling cuz he gotta pay dem bills, but he does have one simple chain that has an `A' on it in diamonds. He is a man of impressive stature, well built in musculature formed from rigorous exercise. Not that I was looking `cuz I like-a the ladies, and they like-a me back. Anyways, he earned that visage by going to that boxing gym three times a week on top of his four-day a week martial arts training regimen. I hope you weren't expecting some kind of police suspect description of his height and weight or something. C'mon! Use your imaginations! This is a story after all. Now back to Nightmare *clears throat*. As he trudges home from a hard day of work anxious to take this weekend off, he is accosted by a familiar voice.
“Yo! Nightmare! What up man?!?” a figure from the crowd called out.
“What's poppin' A Feezy? Man, I ain't seen you in a minute!” Anthony responds.
“Where you headed?” A Feezy (AKA Alfonzo Fredricks) asks.
“Home.”
“Aw man, c'mon there's this new hot club openin' tonite in E-Storm that Dj RAA Tweezy owns. You gotta come, Chingy is bringin' DTP with him for his `Chain Gang' album release party and you know they gon' be puttin' it down.”
“I'm too tired fo any a dat mess, man. And you know what Ecstasy's Storm's rush hour is like, that quad never sleeps. I just wanna sleep fo one-half of da weekend and play video games for da rest.”
“Sleep after tha pajama jammy jam and you ain't need to be playing the damn games. That's why you had no dates since that one blind date with that crazy chick who stalked you. Besides, I know for a fact that tha ladies will be reppin' hard tonite.”
“Hey, don't rag on Sharice. She wasn't crazy… just eccentric. And she had a badunkadunk**!”
“I'll give ya that, but she still crazy. I almost bought you a straight jacket for her. But enough about her, come to tha party so we can hunt new badunkadunks. If you don't have a good time tonite, I swear I'll buy your next three games for you!”
“Is that tha deal?”
“Yeeeaaahhhh**”
“You, my friend, are a nut. I guess I could come and get down for a lil' bit tonite. It's the weekend, I gotta enjoy myself! I'm gon' be out til' six in the mornin'!”
“Go to the side door at `round 10 and you can get in the V.I.P. section. I'll see to it that you is on tha list,” A Feezy said grinning from ear to ear.
“I'll be there,” Nightmare replied.
Little did Anthony know that outside forces were manipulating him there, and this evening would forever change his life. He just thought he was going to enter a club, when he was really going to enter a war. If he had stayed home, and played the new basketball game that he had bought, he probably wouldn't have even heard about this war that was going to take place in the shadows of the enormous metropolis, yet it would be war waged for the future of the world. So when Nightmare pulled up into the parking lot in front of the club, one could only pity his luck, but there were some fringe benefits…
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Oooh, that was mean what you did to those readers!
(I know but I can't go any farther without disturbing the story line I have established. Everything that takes place after the party is strictly prohibited to occur inside Chapter 1 and beyond! Ok Narrator, do your thing… just don't reveal too much or a certain mystery character will get a new practice dummy.)
Enough with thethreats!
(I will threaten you as much as I please. But if you prefer, I will desist with the threats and just exact whatever payment I deem necessary. I think it would be more fun to catch the look of surprise on your face when something out of my imagination comes to get you…)
No! Um… Gulp… uh, you can threaten me all you want! I don't mind! Really!
(Ya damn skippy.)
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In the next chapter of Steel Angel Kurumi EX2 plus A: Hot Saki, we will see exactly why his friends call him Nightmare when he gets into a club fight. What actually happened after the party? Find out that peer pressure leads you to bad decisions in Chapter 1: Dare Devil! Be there or be… be scared, I guess.
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End Song
Iku mannen demo watashitachi wa tatakau
Toki no hazama no kirameku hibi no tame
Tsukikage ni nemuru machi futari de miageta hoshizora
Nagareboshi ni kometa negai hakaneku
Hitohigoto tsumuideta afureta koto no subete ga
Sunadokei no soko no JUERII
Kasane awasete nukumori
Ima wa nai kedo
Meguriai shinjiru kara
Egao de matteru kanarazu kuru sono hi wo
Deai no toki to kawaranai watashi de
Zutto...
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A/N: You likey? Just so you know, there won't be any lemon until at the soonest in the third chapter. This is a huge project for me to under take especially since I'm a very slow typist (typer?). I'll try to update as soon as possible, but please give your reviews to keep me inspired and motivated. If you flame me, expect a scathing response `cuz I don't see you doing better. If you are then mad props to ya, but you should know better than to flame so you should still expect a Pimp Hand coming in your email. This was harder than I thought it was when I started, but I'm proud of how far I've come. Thank you for reading and look out for Chapter 1 in a few months. I know you've been waiting for months already, but writing this story is hard… it's hard work. I promise to speed up production though.
Please be patient with me as the longer this fic goes the shorter the update time will be, because my typing will improve. Also I have a need for some pre-readers so if you would like honor me with your views e-mail me with the subject “pre-reader” on it. You can find my e-mail by going to my profile. Do you see how important going to my profile is by now?? Well you should. I'm going to get out of here so I can finish Chapter 1: Dare Devil. I'm Gone Peoplez!!!
I'm back just to tell you that this is version 1.2 of this chapter. Below this you should see definitions of all words that have a `**' by them. And then below that you should see the ramblings of me and my good friend Rod Arnold. He gave me permission to use his stuff because he needs to know that he's good and you can help me convince him of that, and I didn't give him a choice. So read on, if you think you can handle it!
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Anfractuous - full of winding and intricate turnings.
Conflagurating - pres. part of conflagurate. Over complication of something. Superfluous. Endings: Conflagurat- e, ion, ing, ed, ly, ist. E-mail me for the full definition.
PIMP HAND - long description necessary for definition. E-mail if you are truly interested.
BA - abbreviation of Bad Ass or Bad Assed
Holovid - contraction of hologram and video. That should sufficiently answer all questions.
Yeeeeaaaaaahhh! - for those of you unfamiliar with rap music, this is a trademark saying of Lil' Jon. Also famous for Whaaaaatt?!?!?!? and Ooooookkaaaaayy!!
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Thank you for reading all the way down here. I'm obviously and painfully trying to make it to 4,500 words and it's sooo dreadfully lucid that I won't make it unless I write `blah blah blah' about three hundred fifty times. I can't so that to you though, so I'll put up random things until I do.
The unsuspecting victim
The victim who was off
Off in his own world
Not aware
Of the impending
Doom
Rod Arnold from “The Haunted”; poem; 12/18/2002
 
You ain't safe with the Antichrist after yo' hide
Preach the word and feel that bullet enter yo' side
Save yo' friends and feel that bullet fragment yo' mind
- Rod Arnold- he said it was from an English assignment.
 
Arachibutyrophobia- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.
Only about two hundred fifty words left.
Ceraunophobia or Keraunophobia- Fear of thunder and lightning.(Astraphobia, Astrapophobia)
You learn things when you read my stories.
 
“It's plain to see, Dart,” Albert interjected, “An experienced sleuth such as myself can see it as plain as the sun shining on a cloudless, summer afternoon.”
“What is it that you see?” Rose inquired, genuinely amused.
“It is an amalgam of factors presented by your visage that lead me to conclude that you were involved in a skirmish. For example, your face is faintly dotted with perspiration from exertion, and your breathing is slightly labored making your chest… heave… um, where was I? Oh yes, your clothing also shows a vague semblance of cuts along your midsection.”
Passage from “Dog Days In Serdio” also By Deucez (me).
 
One hundred twenty-five words are all that is left betwixt you and your sweet freedom. Aren't you HAPPY?? Hmm??
 
Chorus:
You can
Smell it in the air
Conflaguration
You can
Smell it anywhere
Conflaguration
You can
See it in the sky
Conflaguration
You can
See it far and wide
Conflaguration
Bridge:
If you see me
Conflagurating
Tell me to stop
`Cuz I don't want to
Conflagurate you
`Til you drop
- Conflaguration Song Number Two By Rod Arnold.
 
Where to begin, from the reverse of the end
To the start of those wonderous globes of skin
Booties I say, we're discussing them now
From the models of Paris to the simplest of frau
- Excerpt from “My Ode To Booties” by Deucez
 
Ding. You are now to roam about wherever you feel like roaming.