The MSTing of So Cold

The MSTing of So Cold
By: Majin Vegeta
Original Fic: Garmic

Disclaimer: Permission was granted for this MSTing, naturally. I would never ever MST a ficcy without the author’s permission.

Notes: If you’re wondering who the cast for the MST is going to be, I say shame on you! Just kidding, I really didn’t say that. ^_^ Anyway, the cast here is the same as my last MST. (Which was the MSTing of ‘A Dream Come True’) Just in case you didn’t know the cast, it is Vegeta from Dragonball Z, Amelia and Lina from Slayers, and Kuno from Ranma 1/2.

Warning: Well ummmmmm, don’t read this if you’re expecting some drama or something, if you’re looking for such a thing then go read a playwright known as Shakespeare, ja. ^_^

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In the not too distant future
In fact, it’s right now.
There was a group of anime characters
Very different from you and me
They were from different shows
That Majin liked to watch
They did their best to be cool
So Majin got an idea and shot them into space

Majin:
“I'll send them lots of fanfics
Just because I can (la la la)
They'll have to sit and watch them all
And I'll monitor their minds!” (la la la)

Now keep in mind they can't control
Where the fics begin or end
Because Majin used those special parts
To build his high tech screen

MSTer roll call!

Vegeta (Release the Saiyajin within!)
Kuno (I want to pump, ::Clap:: you up!)
Lina (Pork, it’s the other white meat.)
Amelia (What kind of hedgehog are you? I’m a good hedgehog!)

If you're wondering how they eat and breathe
And other science facts (la la la)
Then repeat to yourself, "It's just a fic,
and I should really just relax!"

For Majin Science Theater 6000!

TWAAAAAANG!

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Amelia was sitting on a lawn chair while reading the latest copy of ‘Justice Friend.’ The black haired girl was also humming the latest *NSync song to herself happily. “Ahhhhh, I’m glad Majin-san didn’t get a new fic for us to MST yet. I need some relaxing time.” she said, completely euphoric.

Just then, Lina walked into the room and sweatdropped. “Geez Amelia, do you have to take the only lawn chair we have?” the red head asked, looking rather annoyed.

Amelia blinked. “Sorry Lina-san, I forgot we only had one lawn chair here,” she said in apology.

Lina narrowed her eyes at her companion, “You better be sorry! How did you expect me to eat my Kentucky Fried Chicken *without* the lawn chair, anyway Amelia? Huh? Answer me *that!*.”

Before a response could be uttered, Majin’s screen floated down slowly. Of course, it had a vivid image of the evil fanfic author’s smiling face, an utterly horrible image to the MSTers. “Konnichawa minna-san! I’m back!” after saying those words, he started cackling.

Lina facefaulted, “KAMI! Not again! We just MSTed a fic!!!!!”

Majin didn’t seem to listen to Lina and continued with what he was about to say. “Anyway, I have yet *another* ficcy for you to watch! BWAHAHAHA! This one is a science-fiction fic, that means a bunch of weird Babylon 5 inspired stuff is gonna happen! Yep! Anywho, have fun!!!!” then he cackled, and before anyone could say anything, the dreadful (not to mention, seemingly ubiquitous) screen floated back to wherever it came from.

Then the red lights flashed and Kuno walked in with his toothbrush hanging out of his month. “Awww man, we got fanfic sign!”

The four MSTers then entered the screening room, of course they didn’t forget to groan a bit. Yet again, they entered those familiar six doors that seem to be exactly like the ones from MST 3K for some odd reason.

6...
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...

> Is this it?

Vegeta: ::Imitating Sir Galahad:: Is this really the Holy Grail?
Kuno: Nope, it’s just a Sci-fi fic. Sorry.
Vegeta: NOOOOO!

> Is this all there is to it?

Lina: ::Imitating the author:: What does my doctor know? Geez, you’d think the guy would know more than ‘take one aspirin and call me in the morning.’ That *can’t* be right!

> So damn cold...

Lina: ::Imitating the author:: ....maybe I should turn off the air conditioning now.

> But what happened?

Amelia: Easy, Fox made a special about squirrels attacking.

Note: I know, I use that joke too much. Gomen. -_-;

> Half an hour ago I was

Vegeta: ::Imitating the person who is telling the story:: ....watching Mr. Rogers tie his shoes.

> on patrol... we stopped at Phobos...

Kuno: ...which shouldn't be confused with Rei’s crow Deimos, of course.
Lina: ::Facefaults:: Let me guess, Majin made you watch Bishojo Senshi Sailor Moon too?
Kuno: Errrr yeah, he made me and Vegeta watch DiC’s version. He was torturing us with the dub...
Vegeta: Of course, the horror of the dub was lost on the baka here, as he never was dubbed and put on network television like I was. Damn it, why am I the only dubbed character here?
Amelia: Vegeta-san, we’re all technically dubbed...
Vegeta: OH SHUT UP!
Amelia: ::Pouts::

> transmissions clogged the com frequencies,

Kuno: Wow, it’s the never ending sentence, which *is* not to be confused with the movie ‘The Never Ending Story.’

> so we shut them out.

Amelia: ::Imitating the person who is telling the story:: ....one hundred and five to zero. ::Drum roll::
Lina: ::Facefault:: So far, every joke we did was horribly lame. Let’s quit doing that guys.
Everybody but Lina: Fine.

> It was gibberish;

Vegeta: ...just like the plot of the new ‘Hello Kitty’ movie: ‘Hello Doggy.’

> not a single word spoken...

Kuno: ...is the Webster dictionary definition of silence.

> just screams and gunfire...

Lina: ::Blinks:: Hmmm, that reminds me of Pamela and Tommy Lee’s wedding.
Vegeta: Really brat? It reminds me more of the time Paul Reubens got caught in the movie theater doing ‘business’ with his friend ::Makes air quotes:: “Richard.”
Kuno: It reminds me more of behind the scenes footage of O.J Simpson’s new movie “I Killed Her Dead.”
Amelia: Well minna, it sounds more like the sound of an angry mom who couldn’t get a Tickle Me Elmo doll for her five-year old last Christmas.

> I should known then that we didn't stand a chance in Hell...

Lina: ::Imitating the person telling the story:: ...or even Purgatory.

> "Life signs fading,

Kuno: ::Imitating whoever said that:: ....must inject....Red Bull into.....blood stream....now.

> Karashi.

Lina: ::Blinks:: Karashi? Sounds like another Japanese car company to me.

> Send distress signal?"

Vegeta: ::Blinks:: Whoever said that needs to put a few more details in their quotes.

> I can't even trust my ears.

Amelia: ::Imitating Karashi:: Those darn backstabbing ears of mine!

> I'm supposed to be the best at this!

Vegeta: Well, I hate to break it to you but.....you aren’t.

> But I got hit by something...

Kuno: ::Imitating Karashi:: ....and if I find out what that something was, I am so gonna kick it’s bloody arse.

> I'm on reserve fuel now...clinging to life so pitifully. Those recruits didn't know what they were up against...

Kuno: ::Imitating Karashi:: ...probably because they weren’t complete idiots like myself.
Lina: Well, I do agree with that statement.
Kuno: ::Sweatdrops::

> Now a holo

Lina: Fanfic author say what?
::The voice of Majin booms::
Voice of MV: What?
Lina: Exactly! ::Blinks:: But seriously, what’s a holo?
::The voice of MV fades::
Amelia: Ummmm, I think it’s a relative of an Eggo.
Lina: Oh, that explains it.

> of the action starts to play...

Vegeta: Well, it’s about time there was some action in this fic. I mean, come on.

> There we are...

Kuno: ....first in line for the Tower of Terror.

> and there's Phobos in the background...

Everyone: ::Waves:: Hi Phobos!

> I hear heavy static...No, It's

Vegeta: ::Cues dramatic music:: ....the NASA channel!
Kuno: ::Cues dramatic music as well:: ....the Kiss army!
Amelia: ::Ditto:: ....the *real* nightmare before Christmas!
Lina: ::Read above, figure it out:: ....that evil new *NSync song ‘Pop!’ ::Blinks::
Amelia: Heeeeey, I like them!
Lina: You’re probably the only person who does, by the way, I’m not caring Amelia.
::Amelia pouts::

Note: I don’t care if there are still *NSync fans (why were there any to begin with? Go ahead, flame me. I so dare you. ^_^).

> a distress signal!

> "Attention anyone! Help...we can't stop

Lina: ::Imitating the distress signal:: ...thinking about tomorrow, we can’t stop cause it will soon be here.

> ....dear god!"

Vegeta: ::Imitating Karashi writing a letter:: How are you today Kami? I am just fine, well...not really. You see Kami, I’m dying up here in space. You want to know why? Because you’re making me die you JERK! ::Coughs:: Anyway, this is a letter from me Karashi....or whoever I am.

> Then here's me...
Amelia: ::Blinks:: How many periods does this author use? Sheesh.

> I can mouth the words as I hear them played back...'C'mon, men...

Lina: ::Imitating the message:: ....you *can* sleep without your night light on tonight.

> I'll send out a call for backup if it's a real transmission.' So stupid.

Kuno: Yeah, basically.

> So arrogant...

Lina: ::Blinks:: Hmmmm, stupid, arrogant? Why does that sound like somebody I know?
Amelia: ::Pouts:: Lina-san, if you mean me then it’s unjust!
Lina: ::Sweatdrop:: Ummmm, not you Amelia.
Amelia: Okay, good. ::Smiles::
Kuno: Lina Inverse, you fiend! How dare you call me arrogant, I am *so* not arrogant!
Lina: ::Sweatdrop:: Not you either ahou.
Kuno: Oh, okay.
Vegeta: ::Blinks:: Oh *shut* up.

> Then here's something I never saw before...

Vegeta: ::Imitating Karashi:: ...it’s my brain on drugs.

> a glitter in the stars...

Amelia: I thought Team Rocket was kidding when they said they blasted off again. ::Sweatdrop::

> maybe that could have been our chance...

Kuno: ::Blinks:: Glitter that was in the stars? Hmmm, I don’t think glitter is going to save anybody who isn’t overly peppy and female.
::Everyone glances at Amelia for no reason::
Amelia: Nani?
Kuno: Nevermind, nevermind.
Amelia: Okay! ^_^

> too late now...

> I inspect our crafts visually

Lina: ::Sarcastically:: Obviously, it would be pretty hard to inspect a craft by taste. ::Blinks:: Wait a sec, I guess you could inspect Crafts by taste. Craft foods that is.

> as we descend. The two Lunas

Lina: ::Starts shivering like mad:: Two Lunas? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!Amelia: ::Sweatdrop:: Ummmm not Luna as in your sister Lina-san.
Lina: ::Blinks:: Oh, phew.
Vegeta: ::Double blinks:: Wait a second, what the hell is a Luna?
Kuno: Easy, it’s short for ‘Lunatic.’
Vegeta: Oooooh.

> driven by the newest recruits are old but workable,

Kuno: Sort of like vice president Dick Cheeny, of course it costs a lot of money to power him.

Note: Yes, I took that comment about powering Dick Cheeny from the Daily Show. Whoops. ^_^

> their two short range assault cannons

Amelia: ::Blinks:: Aren’t cannons supposed to be long range?
Lina: Naw, they’re special melee type cannons.
Amelia: Oooooh.

> slightly charred from use, but the mechboys

Kuno: Mechboys? Are those the people who fix the mecha? You know, like Pepboys.
::Everybody but Kuno sweatdrops::

> back home keep them in good condition. The three Corsairs

Lina: Nani? Why is the author talking about three croissants?

> piloted by my regulars are immaculate;

Vegeta: ...like this one conception was.

> we got those in from Ordos

Kuno: ::Imitating a bullfighter:: Toro! Toro!
Vegeta: Ahou.

> base only a half month ago. The Stinger-class torpedo bays are

Amelia: ....a lot like the San Francisco Bay, except they’re cleaner.

> fully loaded and the twin dorsal

Amelia: ....fins are on the back of the fish.

> pulse rifles are unscarred by battle. The schematics on my Strike Falcon

Lina: Okay I’ll strike a falcon. ::Mocks striking a falcon:: There, I stroke a falcon.
::The voice of MV suddenly booms once again::
Voice of MV: ::Using an ultra high pitched voice just to be annoying:: Sougi, how kawaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!
Lina: ::Covers her ears and sweatdrops:: What did I do *now?*
Voice of MV: You stroking a falcon, that’s a kawaii image! ::Pauses:: Of course, I guess any image with you in it is kawaii. ::Cackle::Lina: ::Slight blush:: Oi, this just proves Majin is even more eccentric then I thought.

> look good too, all twelve vortex

Vegeta: So what, are you going to throw Vortex footballs at your enemies? Maybe that would work if your enemy was say...Troy Aikman or John Elway.

> topredoes

Amelia: ::Blinks:: Topredoes? Are those like the Sopranos?

> armed, flechette

Kuno: Is that even a real word?

> cannon primed, and my quad guns stable and charged. Fuel is

Lina: ....sold out today, a riot broke out because of this.

> topped out on all six ships, so I order a boosted dive to the surface.

Amelia: ::Blinks:: Don’t you usually dive to the bottom?

> That's when I saw the colony.

Kuno: Hold on a second. ::Blinks:: Why are we back in the time of Imperialistic Great Britain?
Lina: ::Whispering to Vegeta:: Should I tell him, or do you want to?
Vegeta: ::Whispering back to Lina:: *I* will. ::Faces Kuno:: YOU BAKA, THAT WAS A VERY STUPID JOKE!!
::Kuno sweatdrops::Lina: Couldn’t have done it better myself. ^_^

> It was shattered,

Amelia: ...just like ::Starts singing:: my achy breaky heart.

> and there was hard evidence of an intense firefight.

Vegeta: The moral of the fanfic is; play with fire and you’re colony is going to get shattered.
Kuno: ::Imitating Dr. Nick from the Simpsons:: Inflammable means flammable? What a country!
Vegeta: ::Blinks:: How does that fit in anywhere?
Kuno: ::Back to normal:: Uhhhh, well we were talking about fire.
Vegeta: ::Facefaults:: Baka.

> The planetary defense guns were

Lina: ....useless, that’s what they were. Entirely *useless!*

> mangled. Four Overseer gunboats had been eviscerated by what appeared to be energy blasts,

Vegeta: ::Imitating himself:: Oops, my bad. I didn’t mean to destroy that colony. Uhhh oh well.

> as there was no fire or other signs of explosive bombing.

Kuno: As opposed to non-explosive bombing.

> Here's where it really hits the fan-

Vegeta: Yep, this is about the time the Angels show up and start destroying stuff.
Amelia: ::Blinks:: Angels destroy stuff? Nani? Why would Angels do that?
Vegeta: Nevermind that brat. ::Grumbles::
Amelia: ::Pouts::

> "HQ, do you copy?

Amelia: ::Imitating HQ:: Not without permission sir.
::Everyone except for Amelia sweatdrop at her corny joke::

> I'll need backup, this is Patrol Force

Kuno: ::Singing:: ....867-5309, ::Stops singing:: we request a CD with that song on it too, by the way.

> 21259, over."

> Static...

Vegeta: ....and soon this strange jumbled picture shows up.

> "HQ, do you copy?"

> I see the vital stats on the two recruits start to spike

Lina: ::Blinks:: Huh? Why are they playing volleyball inside a ship?
Vegeta: Either that or they’re watching Cowboy Bepop.
Kuno: Naw, you’re both incorrect. They were simply spiking the punch, like they do at fraternity houses.

> a bit...

> "Calm down, boys.

Vegeta: ::Imitating Karashi:: ....you got to wait until the mission is over to get your doggy treats.

> We can handle this. It's probably been like this awhile..."

Lina: ::Sarcastically:: How earnestly unconvincing.

> And they know it's a lie. I know it's a lie. But I say it anyway;

Amelia: ::Blinks:: Liar, Liar, pants on fire!

> I'm the legendary Captain Karashi!

Kuno: Nope, there are only five legendary captains. Karashi isn’t one of them.
Lina: Who are the legendary captains by the way?
Kuno: Easy. Captain Kirk, Captain Picard, Captain Kangaroo, Captain Planet, and of course, Cap’n Crunch.
Lina: ::Sweatdrop:: Why do I even ask?

> Nothing can stop me!

Vegeta: ::Imitating Karashi:: Not even that damned stop sign, or even those accursed red lights! Mwahahahahahaha!

> I order the formation to be on alert,

Vegeta: Oh that would work, if you were say, back in Roman times.

> as though they weren't already.

Kuno: Seriously, they *weren’t,* they were all having their daily ‘after dinner pre-midnight snack feast.’

> The recruits are

Lina: ....complete idiots who thought they could get a free trip to Laos when they joined the army.

> jittery, as evidenced by their inability to fly

Amelia: ::Blinks:: Kami, they’re using cell-phones!

Note: Errrr, yeah...I took that off of Futurerama (sorta). Heh, well it’s a funny joke minna...heh heh. ^^;;

> level.

Lina: ::Blinks:: Level? What, are they playing Super Mario Brothers?

> Then I realise

Vegeta: ::Imitating Karashi:: ....I can’t spell the word ‘realize’ if my life depended on it.

> it's not their inability; it's

Kuno: .....their ineptitude and incompetence.
Lina: ::Coughs:: Sorta like your own ineptitude and incompetence. Seriously Kuno, how hard is it to realize that your ‘loves’ don’t like you at all?
Kuno: Lina Inverse, you fiend!
Lina: ::Shrugs:: Been called worse.
Vegeta: For *obvious* reasons.
Lina: Oh shut up spike!
Vegeta: How about, I kill you now?
Lina: How about, *NOT!*
Amelia: ::Sweatdrops::

> the ships. My targeting systems offline

Amelia: ::Imitating Karashi/internet junkie:: NOOOOO! What am I supposed to do without my internet connection? I actually have to get a *life* now! NOOOOO! This can’t be happening!

> and die. Same for the squadron. Now I can't even count

Vegeta: So this guy is a great pilot but he never even passed kindergarten? The world is *so* doomed if this guy is protecting it.

> on my reputation to soothe the team.

> "Ok, everybody follow me."

Lina: ::Imitating Karashi:: Or else you *die!*

> "I can't see a damn thing, Captain!"

Kuno: ::Imitating Karashi:: Well, open your eyes Minor!

> He was right- a sulphuric

Lina: ::Yawns:: Not a ‘sulphuric’, whatever the hell that is. This is definitely the end of Karashi and his crew of crazy misfits...or is it? ::Blinks:: Hmmm, maybe I should try writing the next time I get a little downtime on Slayers.
Amelia: ::Taps Lina on the shoulder:: You mean, you don’t do anything special during our downtime Lina-san? I do oragami of little paper Zelgadis-sans.
Lina: ::Sweatdrop:: It figures.
Vegeta: ::Smirks:: Nobody even cares.
Amelia: ::Pouts::

> mist started to turn the sky a yellow stain.

Kuno: Quick, we need to get some Tide or Shout up here and fast!

> That was when

Vegeta: ....the sweet November rain started falling. It was...err November.
Lina: ....the author decided to throw in cameo appearances by Merle and Hitomi from Escaflowne, for no reason.
Amelia: ....the people who gave bad reviews to ‘Final Fantasy: The Spirits Within’ got executed at the whim of Majin-san.
Kuno: ....the Care Bears became an American cult classic (again) and created a wave of merchandise (again). Soon after, it was discovered that the Care Bears wanted to take over the world and, in fact, didn’t care at all.

> the team got hit first. A crimson bolt

Lina: ::Imitating herself:: Dragu Slave. ::Mocks an explosion sound:: Oops, my aim is off today.

> stabbed through the shroud

Vegeta: ::Mock gasps:: Not the shroud, is anything sacred?

> and lanced the speaker's Luna

Lina: ::Glares at the screen:: Oh *shut up!*

> like it wasn't even there. His holo

Kuno: Again with the holo thing. I’m beginning to think this ‘holo’ thing is some form kind of pepper spray they use in space.
Lina: Pepper spray? ::Blinks:: Hmmm, maybe I should tell Akane to carry that.
Kuno: ::Facefault::

> was still on my screen,

Amelia: ::Imitating Karashi:: Darn this screen saver! I wanna search the web for wallpaper based on *me!!!*

> and I could see his body burst in a red mist.

> "The hell was that?

Amelia ::Looks around:: Where did Barret come from?
Lina: I dunno, but I think this author has been playing Final Fantasy 7 for too long.
Kuno: Why do I sense a cameo by Vash is coming up soon?
Lina: Probably because you’re a complete idiot, ya idiot.
Kuno: ::Sweatdrops::

> Jesus,

Vegeta: ::Imitating Karashi:: ,Buddha, Confucius, Muhammad. Ahhh yes, I know these prophets, I *know* them. I am gonna pass my ‘Pointless Prophet’ test!

> Captain, it got Daisu!"

Lina: ::Blinks:: Daisu? That sounds like some new STD strain. Ewwww, I hope Daisu isn’t contagious.

> Then my targeting systems lit up in a flash.

Amelia: ::Imitating Karashi:: Oh no, Windows is crashing again! That fiendish Bill Gates, what a fiend!

> It showed four targets.

> "OK, men-Engage!"

Kuno: ::Imitating Karashi:: Haha! You can get married now men!! Haha! We’re in international space, so there are *no* laws! Haha!

Note: Yes, I sorta took that international space thing from a certain Simpsons episode with international waters. Heh, so sue me. ^^;;; (No, don’t really sue me. Heh.)

> I let loose

Kuno: ::Sweatdrop:: Oh great, Karashi suddenly turned into a psychopathic postal employee.

> with all of my missiles at once. One by one I see the targets blink out..and one by one I see the life signs on my Heads-Up

Lina: ....7-Up! ::Blinks:: This is no time to play that stupid children’s game, by the way.

>-Display blink out...

> The four of my wingmates

Vegeta: Huh, where did the West Wing cast come from?

> were shattered by the missiles.

> Maniacal laughter

Amelia: ::Covers ears:: Ahhhhh, it’s Kefka!
Kuno: ::Covers ears also:: Nooooo, it’s my sister!
Lina: ::Covers ears as well:: Even worse, it’s Nahga!
Vegeta: ::Also covers ears:: Even worse than that, it’s Majin!

> so loud it deafens me burst from the com.

Lina: Huh? I didn’t know they had a www.maniacal-laughter.com out there.

> Then I saw more targets, and laser bolts crackling through the atmosphere beside my ship. I set the shields full up on front and put the quad blasters on autofire. I jerked hard back and right on the yoke.

Amelia: Yay, it’s the famous Japanese show: Karashi-chan’s Cookin’ and Fightin’ For his Life Hour!

> I was rewarded by the sight of a full double squadron of enemy fighters, half Corsairs like mine and the rest twin-thrust engine, dual-cockpit Raiders.

Kuno: Oakland Raiders that is.

> This looked far from good.

Kuno: It even started to look bad.

> I spun a barrel

Lina: Why spin a barrel? There is no need to spin barrels, they never did anything to you.

> roll to make myself impossible to lock on to, and was tagged

Amelia: ::Imitating an eight year old:: Tag, you’re it!

> by a scorching red bolt deflected off my shield. Hitting the thrusters,

Vegeta: ::Imitating the thrusters:: That’s thrust abuse, and we *don’t* have to take it!

> I spun through the formation and headed for deeper space

Lina: ::Blinks:: I never knew there was shallow space.

> where I could hyper-jump to Ordos base.

Vegeta: I sense shades of Star Trek here.

> In my determination to escape, I

Lina: ::Imitating Karashi:: ....managed to lock myself right back in my cell, Kami I’m an idiot!

> again was punished by my arrogant belief that I couldn't be harmed

Kuno: ...then I died, the end.

> by a flash of red in the cockpit and the siren sounding a missile lock.

> I jammed the yoke into a jitterbug

Everybody: Nooooo, don’t start dancing!

> program that zigzagged me through the clouds

Vegeta: Clouds in space?

> as I readied the chaff charges...

> '1500 meters and closing...1000 meters and closing...evasive manuevers...

Lina: ::Imitating the computer:: ....would be good if I knew what the heck a manuever *was.*

> evasive manuevers'

> Not enough time... it was closing uncannily fast...

Amelia: ::Blinks:: I’m confused, is this a flashback or what?
Vegeta: Yeah, it is baka.
Amelia: Oh. ::Sighs:: Vegeta-san...can you stop-
Vegeta: No!
Amelia: ::Pouts::

> it skipped

Kuno: It would be nice to know what that ‘it’ is.

> through 500 meters in 2 seconds, tripling the speed of my vortex topredoes.

Amelia: Again with those topredoes? They must be a popular group.

> '100 meters...lock lost'

> "What the hell?",

Lina: ::Imitating the computer:: What, are you deaf? You lost your lock, ya freakin’ moron! Sheesh!

> I said audibly.

Vegeta: ::Sarcastically:: Really? Here I thought you were thinking and all.

> No matter what kind of missile you have on your tail, 100 meters and you become free floating ions.

Kuno: ...and atoms, and molecules, and other microscope particles.

> Then I was hit.

> Not a torpedo,

Amelia: ::Blinks:: Aren’t torpedoes usually used underwater?

> not a missile. It

Kuno: ....was a Teddy Graham.

> shot right through my shields and engulfed my cockpit in white heat.

Vegeta: That heat is *very* racist.

> That ended the holo.

Lina: ::Shrugs:: So? Are we supposed to impressed by your stupidity?
Vegeta: I think we were, actually.
Lina: Psct, I was not at all impressed.
Kuno: Amen sister.
Lina: ::Sweatdrop::

> It ended me, too. Almost.

> I have a minute or two, the computer says.

> So damn cold...

Kuno: Ever hear of a heater? You should try it sometime.

> ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Amelia: Ahhhh! It’s the attack of the killer line!
Lina: At least it isn’t a bunch of asterisks like last time. (See MST of Dream Come True)
Amelia: Yeah, that’s good.

> "Success. Subject has

Vegeta: ....died.

> lost all vital signs. Timed at thirty three minutes and forty one seconds.Remove the sensors."

> "Is he...dead, doctor?"

Kuno: ::Imitating doctor:: No stupid, he’s just not living anymore.

> "To him, he is dead.

Kuno: ::Blinks:: Ummm, how is that possible?
Vegeta: He’s a really good actor.
Kuno: Ooooooh.

> His brain fully recognized the synthetic stimuli as real, and thereby stopped the heart and vitals. Now remove the sensors, orderly."

Lina: What makes you think we want it?

> If you wish to reproduce any section of this work,

Lina: ::Imitating the author:: ....I will kill you.

> reqeust permission

Vegeta: I’d like to know how you reqeust permission.

> from the author first.

Kuno: Looks like the fic is over. All right, let’s move out!
::The four MSTers walk out of the screening room::

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::Majin’s screen comes floating down, real predictable like::
MV: Howdy minna! I bet you’re all just having a wonderfully wonderful time up here, aren’t ya?
Lina: Not really!
Vegeta: NO!
Kuno: Negative!
Amelia: Not especially Majin-san.
MV: ::Smirks:: I’m glad to hear that my friends! Anyway, you’re free to do whatever you like until I get more fics to send your way.
Vegeta: *Good.*
::Everybody starts getting ready to do whatever it is they were going to do::
MV: Hehe, I have another fic lined up for you already however! MWAHAHAHA!
Lina: MAJIN, YOU BAKA!

***OWARI***

Yet another MST finished, yay! ^_^ If you had half as much fun reading this as I had writing this, well I had two times more fun than you. ^_^ Well anyway, after the next MST I am gonna change the cast again, just so you know. Okay, now for my usual mumble-jumble at the end of the fic. Hopefully you found this amusing enough to spare me a review, and if not then oh well, I ain’t not losing sleep over it. Oh, and of course, if you want me to MST one of your fics just e-mail me at hellmasterfibrizo@yahoo.com and I’m sure to MST it. Until next time my faithful five readers! See ya!