MISC: One Day at a Time: The Chronicles of Mike Kittyman #20
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Sat Sep 24 20:23:00 PDT 2011
In His Own World
Announcer: Guuuuuh, of all the-- WHATEVER, let's just get this over
with. So we start with Mike jumping around rooftops *why*!? I don't
know, *or* care, probably something to do with the last chapter, who
cares, we're doing this chapter so-- SHUT *UP* MAN! I'VE BEEN HAVING A
BAD DAY! EVERYONE IS GIVING M--
Mike: .oO(I'm almost at the place. So how am I supposed to get the
The Arch Mage: (By taking it.)Oo.
Mike: .oO(That's kind of stealing.)
The Arch Mage: (I don't think people are going to notice a few pieces
of scrap metal disappearing.)Oo.
Mike: .oO(We are cops, John! And as cops, we should be practicing the
law as well as upholding it. Otherwise, we would give mixed signals,
and that would just annoy people!)
Random Guy: HEEEEY!
Mike: Huh? *And he jumps down to his death, I mean to the guy.* Yes? Is
Random Guy: Just this. *snaps his fingers*
Mike: Tha-- *Mike gets dragged down to somewhere, I'm just going to
assume his death.* aaaaaAAAAAAAA! *pop*
Announcer: He's dead, can I go home now? Of course not.
Mike: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-- Ouf! That was stupid.
But at least I'm not dead, so no one can make any "curiosity killed the
Announcer: What, does he know he's in a story? GOD, it's things like
these that piss me off even more.
Mike: Okay, surveying surroundings time. Darkness, dark mirror, dark
door, dark wall, dark table, dark chair... single light coming from the
ceiling lamp that hardly illuminates the room. Gee, I wonder what kind
of room I'm in and why I'm here.
That Random Guy From Earlier: I can answer your questions, if you
Mike: Really? You had to use such a predictable line? You could have
said anything else - *anything* in the *world* - and it would have
sounded better. Let's just get this over with.
TRGFE [That's what I'm calling him, now deal with it]: Now I--
Mike: Seriously, that was lame!
TRGFE: You done?
TRGFE: Anyway, you are going to tell me why you are a cat person.
Mike: *Still Grumpyfaced*
TRGFE: Okay, fine you leave me with no choice. Can you put your arms on
Mike: *Still Grumpyfaced and keeps his arms crossed.*
Mike: *Grumpyfaced, but puts his arms on his armrests.*
Announcer: And he pushes a button that I swear wasn't there before, and
arm and leg cuffs do what you'd guess they'd do.
TRGFE: Here's how it will work. You tell me what I want to know and I
don't hit you.
Mike: Hitting me won't make me tell the truth. In fact, there's no real
proof that physical torture works.
TRGFE: *Okay, even Jack Bauer would be embarrassed for even thinking of
using a pathetic slap like that.* Well you'll be screaming for me to
stop soon enough.
Mike: I'm sorry, is there a hole in the wall? Because I could have
sworn I felt a breeze.
TRGFE: *OH COME ON! THAT ONE WAS MORE PATHETIC THAN THE LAST!* Oh, I
can see that you're ready to crack!
Mike: Crack up laughing, maybe. Why do you want to know how I became a
superpowered magical cat person? ...well, now that I say it, I could
understand why someone would become curious.
TRGFE: Oh, you are going to *scream* when I do-- *this*!
Announcer: PFFFFFFFF HAHAHAHAHA! Oh Man *Oh MAN*! Now he's slapping him
silly with weak pathetic little slaps and Mike is-- is just-- HAHAHA!
He has this face! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OH MAN! That made my day right
there. Might as well end it right there it's not going to get any
better. I-it actualy ends right there? Oh, one more line? ...okay then.
Mike: *Monotone* Ahhhhhhhhhhh. No stop, you fiend.
Announcer: Welp, that got me out of my funk. Mostly. Kind of. ...not
Hey guys, sorry for being so late in this but I couldn't really think of
anything for half the month. And... that's kind of it. Yeah.
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