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Fanfic: Pan/Oob - A Friend...
Chapter: Pan / Oob - A Friend ...
*** And on it goes. I hope you enjoyed the last part. And now have fun with the next one. Byechen, Your P. ***
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Oob looked at Yoma in disbelief. "And you seriously believe that I'm doing that?" He asked and thought the man in front of him was once again completely crazy. "Why shouldn't you do it, little one?", Yoma only said and looked coldly at Oob. "You're sick!", Oob replied angrily. "Give me a reason why I should kill him. ONE reason!" Yoma raised an eyebrow. "Watch out," he said, "It's very simple." - "Then why don't you tell me?" Oob was getting impatient. Why didn't he just grab the guy and mash him into mush? Then he would finally have his peace. Before he could knit that thought any further, however, Yoma continued. "As I said, it's very simple. You're doing me a favor and ..." - "What and?" - "And I'll do you a favor." - "And that would be?"Oob couldn't imagine what a favor this crazy guy could do him other than to put himself in an institution. He was undoubtedly totally crazy. He didn't really think that Oob was so cruel and ... no, that he couldn't. Never. Son Goku was his sensei, his best friend.
Yoma's loud voice tore Oob out of his thoughts. "I'm thinking of this little one," he said, grinning maliciously. "What was her name again?" - "Pan?" Oob looked at the man with wide eyes. "What about her? Go ahead and say it! Or I'll make bone meal out of you!"
“Don't panic, kid,” Yoma continued, “I won't harm her. You wouldn't want that, would you?” There was something threatening in the man's voice that Oob couldn't quite interpret. "I don't see what you're getting at!" He said impatiently.
"If you kill Son Goku for me, I'll let Pan live. And if you obey nicely and don't bother, well, then I could think about letting my friends work a bit on your little friend's emotional world, if you understand."Oob looked at the floor. If these beings could influence Pan's thoughts, then ... Then they would be being. Finally being. He had dreamed of this so often. He thought hard. Then he lifted his head and looked at Yoma intently . "Why Son Goku? ", he asked, without changing a face" Why do his strange thoughts ... whatever ... Viehcher not hook into his skull? "
Yoma laughed out loud. "You fool! A ghost like your Sensei's cannot be broken so easily, a ghost that has no evil in itself and that's exactly the problem. We take care of the others with ease, but Son Goku ..." He shook him Head "You will do that for us, kid." Oob shook his head. “NO!” He shouted in the face of the man “I won't!” With these words he had already disappeared into the sky.
*** I know it's very, very very ... very, very short, but as I said, I haven't got that long time to write here and ... well, I thought to myself, then you'd at least have a little what to read.One more thing: Write me a few more clerks (if you're reading my story at all). The only one who writes clerks to me is Jenn ^ - ^ Thank you! See you next time. P. ***
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Oob looked at Yoma in disbelief. "And you seriously believe that I'm doing that?" He asked and thought the man in front of him was once again completely crazy. "Why shouldn't you do it, little one?", Yoma only said and looked coldly at Oob. "You're sick!", Oob replied angrily. "Give me a reason why I should kill him. ONE reason!" Yoma raised an eyebrow. "Watch out," he said, "It's very simple." - "Then why don't you tell me?" Oob was getting impatient. Why didn't he just grab the guy and mash him into mush? Then he would finally have his peace. Before he could knit that thought any further, however, Yoma continued. "As I said, it's very simple. You're doing me a favor and ..." - "What and?" - "And I'll do you a favor." - "And that would be?"Oob couldn't imagine what a favor this crazy guy could do him other than to put himself in an institution. He was undoubtedly totally crazy. He didn't really think that Oob was so cruel and ... no, that he couldn't. Never. Son Goku was his sensei, his best friend.
Yoma's loud voice tore Oob out of his thoughts. "I'm thinking of this little one," he said, grinning maliciously. "What was her name again?" - "Pan?" Oob looked at the man with wide eyes. "What about her? Go ahead and say it! Or I'll make bone meal out of you!"
“Don't panic, kid,” Yoma continued, “I won't harm her. You wouldn't want that, would you?” There was something threatening in the man's voice that Oob couldn't quite interpret. "I don't see what you're getting at!" He said impatiently.
"If you kill Son Goku for me, I'll let Pan live. And if you obey nicely and don't bother, well, then I could think about letting my friends work a bit on your little friend's emotional world, if you understand."Oob looked at the floor. If these beings could influence Pan's thoughts, then ... Then they would be being. Finally being. He had dreamed of this so often. He thought hard. Then he lifted his head and looked at Yoma intently . "Why Son Goku? ", he asked, without changing a face" Why do his strange thoughts ... whatever ... Viehcher not hook into his skull? "
Yoma laughed out loud. "You fool! A ghost like your Sensei's cannot be broken so easily, a ghost that has no evil in itself and that's exactly the problem. We take care of the others with ease, but Son Goku ..." He shook him Head "You will do that for us, kid." Oob shook his head. “NO!” He shouted in the face of the man “I won't!” With these words he had already disappeared into the sky.
*** I know it's very, very very ... very, very short, but as I said, I haven't got that long time to write here and ... well, I thought to myself, then you'd at least have a little what to read.One more thing: Write me a few more clerks (if you're reading my story at all). The only one who writes clerks to me is Jenn ^ - ^ Thank you! See you next time. P. ***