..... #

Yamcha jerks up, startled, so that the silky strands of black hair, which you previously wandered around dramatically in front of your eyes and would have blocked 97% of the view of every common man, blow dramatically in the air.

Yolanda's - uhh nonsense - Yamcha’s eyes are widened in shock.

Yvonne -mist .... * snap * I've got it - Yamcha: * full of horror *, * dramatic whisper * I ... am not alone! "

NNIP (aka Unidentified Person): * Suddenly unexplained reasons just popping up * * Sunglasses right back * Yep, it looks like this. "

Yvette: * screech * UUUUUAAARGH !! Where do you come from? "

NNIP: * totally informative *, from there * somewhere in infinite widths * "Yolanthe: * suddenly curious * And what's your name? "

NNIP: * with a shrug * I forgot. "

Now from the black expanse you can hear growing screams again ...

Well-known cat girl: * maunz * ^^ * satisfied withGottundderWeltsing * I`ll take a catnap, I`ll take a catnap ... (to the melody of "La Cucaratcha") Mieeeezi-miezi-miezi-miez ... "

2nd voice: * exasperated * That's nice, but ... FINALLY GET OFF ME !! "

Cat girl: ^^ Kitty. * curled up purring *, * suddenly deep and fast asleep * "

2nd voice: * panicked * Nikouki ?! TIGA FINALLY HELP ME !! "

Yamcha: * confused * What is that ?! "

NNIP: * thought about it * * dramatically * I don't know. "

Yamcha: * tip over * But let's get to my question about- "

2nd voice: * desperate * TIGAAAAA .... "

Yamcha: -back. What's your name? "

NNIP: * thoughtful at the scratch of the head * * flash of inspiration * ^ - ^ I don't know! "2nd voice: * before weakness always listens *, * rattle * Ti-gaaa ... * desperate wimmer * "

Yamcha: * slowly getting off the floor * And I'll tell you - "

# Somewhere inexplicably there is suddenly booming music with a fairly simple structure, simple beat, which usually includes a rather mindless text ... #

NNIP: * suddenly happy * ^^ Heeeeey, off to the south! Follow the sun ..."

(* rock * - ey oh, what's up)

NNIP: * with the author of this disturbed story exploring the south of the black void * Chasing the sun[rays of light]^^! "

(- ey oh, what's up ^^)

Yamcha: * standing there in the headlights * very confused * And what now? "

No Answer.

Yamcha: * scared * hello? Is there anyone else? "

Grilling: chirp. "

From the background, which is not visible to the fan, only a slight snore can be heard ...

Yamcha: Hello ???? "

Grilling: Ziiiirp. "

Yamcha: * desperate * I want widda back !!"

# Yo, the tasteless composition "Music of the 30th Century" begins to sound out of hidden speakers as time and space begin to shift again and move back into the right dimension. One of these moving boxes also contains Yamcha, which unfortunately has not been lost in the black void.

Now the poor fan has to painfully realize that Yamcha is not so easy to get rid of. Now she stands again in front of the unrestrained sobbing Piccolo, who uses his previously brilliant white cloak as a makeshift handkerchief or, in the vernacular, "snot flag".

Piccolo: - no, I will never allow my only and true love to be simply switched off !!

Yamcha: * happy * Piccolo-mausi, there you are again ^^ !! "

Piccolo: * scared, scared * Get away from me, evil spirit !! "

Now Papa Roach is booming again appropriately from the boxes of Piccolo's music systems ... "... you better do just what we saaayyyyy ..... and if you don`t then you will paaaayyy"Yamcha: * Seriously a Malibu-Barbie squeezed, who suddenly dragged her from "God knows where" * Piccolo ... It's a duty to help you .... And I'll drive the devil out of you! * sichgrimmigmitzweiNinjaBarbiesaufPiccolo fall * Heeeeeya !!![= Scary battle cry]"

But suddenly something happens that nobody would have thought. The power of the wishes of all fans was manifested at this moment in a single song, which Piccolo, in typical DBZ manner, infuses so much power at the last moment that he has the overpowering opponent, in this case the exorcist - armed with a Malibu, two Ninjabarbies and one with a wedding dress, wedding carriage and easily lost slippers and pumps - again easy to defeat.

Because now a song is booming out of the speakers, with the lyrics of which Picci can identify all too well.

Which is why he sings along loudly ...

Picci, alias tired fighter, whom a last, desperate spark of hope, prospect of victory in this fight, fulfills: * gets up slowly *, * micro-enigmatically pulls out from behind your back and sings along *:I've cursed the day so many times

when we met.

I've tried everything

got under the starred,

Heaven of Mexico I have put my favorite records on you.

You didn't move. That upset me. "

Yamcha: * disinterested women magazine from nowhere magic *, * crossword puzzle solving * "

Picci: -You say you can't find the beat,

but Ricky Martin cute.

He's so unsavory

as we both are different.

Baby I like you

It's really true.

But that will never happen to both of us

one thing is clear to me (so clear):

You are not rockable.

You don't know what a shock that was.

My girlfriend is not rockable. - "

Yamcha: * murmur * `funny pasta` ... * flash of inspiration * Ah, Ulknudel ...."

Picci: -How can you sit still with the Beatsteaks,

when pop singers bring tears to your eyes.

Since you've lived with me, Shakira has been echoing through the house every day.

I can't take it anymore.I think I'll kick you out. "

Yamcha: `Regulatory pastries` ... Squirrel ....."

Picci: * moving * -You say you like it quiet and peaceful.

Don't be so uncomfortable.

Your cuddly stitch is not pulling.

Pack your things. Ciao, see you.

Yes, you've already seen us in front of the altar.

Baby this will never happen

You are utterly:

Unrockable!

Unrockable!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, unrockable!

But finally the penny falls

and you start to mosh.

Baby don't look so tight

Now finally start to bang¹.

then you soon understood

that rock rules the world.

Unrockable!

Unrockable!

Unrockable!

Yeah, yeah, yeah! "

Yamcha: * look up * * thinking hard * Was that a sacking? * amazingly astute * "

Piccolo: * thinking for a moment * Yes. "

Yamcha: * sob * WHAT ?! B-but ... you can't do that to me !! "

Picci: * astonished * Why not?"

Yamcha: * confused * Yes, why not? ... Mmm .... * thoughtfully

Well ... Now the fan should be reassured. Piccolo is saved ... but what about Yolantha ?? Here is a little flash to "calm down" the fan ^^ ..... Finding Yamcha is not difficult by the way: You just have to follow the lost Barbie shoes.

#In a shabby, shabby bar, in which the filthiest and most dangerous guys in the western capital sit around, stare at each other poisonously and later fall from their bar stools while drunk ... #

Here Yola is now sitting on her bar stool, quarreling with the world and her fate. Nobody sits in the immediate vicinity, because you are afraid of flying Barbies or things like that.

Or maybe the brutal thugs are just afraid that our Little Red Riding Hood is looking for someone to comfort ...

# Quiet music of a well-known song can be heard in the distance ... #Bartender: * trembling behind the counter * u-und * gulp * What can it be, my lady? ~ Don't let them notice me, don't let them notice me ... Why didn't I become a banker after all, as Mutti wanted?! ... ~ "

Yamcha: Prosecco please ... * dreamy * No ... But better a little piccolo ..... ice-cold ..... "

And the last bars of the song rang out softly through the silence of general drunkenness:

"... You are utterly ...

unrockable! ... "

_____

My thanks go to Tiga, their ex-Relil teachers, as well as all the bands whose lyrics I used ^ - ^, and many other people ...

Likewise to the one who has held up this far, if there is someone like that .....

PS: Happy Böhrsday, Muse-Rabe. I hope my gift did not disappoint you too much .....

Well, another pointlessness on my part, but what the heck ...