*I'm standing at a podium on a stage. Piccolo is sitting in a chair to my right and doesn't look very thrilled about being here. There is another chair to my left that is empty*
PICCOLO: *muttering* I can't believe I let you talk me into this.
ME: Oh stop complaining. As your campaign manager I'm advising you to do this.
PICCOLO: *raising an eyebrow* Your my campaign manager? Since when?
ME: Since I made myself it. Now let's bring out Bob.
*Bob makes his way onto the stage looking nervously at Piccolo. Piccolo doesn't make him feel any less uncomfortable by glaring at him*
ME: Okay boys just a few ground rules. First off, no attacking me. You can ask questions if you want, just no flames. Secondly, no physical violence. Third, try and keep the swearing to a minimum. Anything you say will most likely get censored anyways. Okay you can start.
PICCOLO: All right I have a question. How is it that a little freak like that is beating me? Whoever finds a tomato attractive has some serious issues.
BOB: Well I could say the same about you.
PICCOLO: And what the hell is that supposed to mean?
BOB: Your an alien. You've got oversized ears, antannae and green skin. I personally don't see how girls could find YOU appealing.
PICCOLO: Why you little mother *censored*! I'm gonna...
ME: Whoa! Piccolo calm down! If you ask me I don't really think you've got too much too worry about from him.
BOB: What do you mean? I have 890 votes.
ME: Right, but you started off with like 886, Piccolo started with 0. He's now at 643.
PICCOLO: *smirking* Oh really?
BOB: He is? Oh *censored*
ME: Hey! You're a childrens role model! You can't swear, that rule was for Piccolo!
PICCOLO: *sarcastically* Gee thanks.
BOB: Oh uh, sorry. Can I get Larry?
ME: Why? Do you guys have to do EVERYTHING together?
BOB: You never said we couldn't bring others.
ME: Well I guess so, but make it snappy.
PICCOLO: If he's bringing someone else then so am I.
*Both Bob and Piccolo leave. I'm left standing there with a confused expression on my face. I wonder who the hell Piccolo is going to bring*
BOB: I'm back! And this is my friend Larry! * he points to a cucumber
LARRY: Hi!
ME: Hello. We're just waiting for Piccolo now.
PICCOLO: What are you talking about? I'm right here.
ME: Oh sorry. I see you've brought Goku.
GOKU: Hi! I have no idea why I'm here, but Piccolo said he'd buy me an ice-cream cone if I came.
PICCOLO: *grinning* You never said there was a limit on how many people you could bring so I brought along two others.
*Gohan and Vegeta step out*
GOHAN: Wow Mr. Piccolo your right! Those are the biggest vegetables I've ever seen.
VEGETA: Yeah they'll make a passable appetizer.
BOB & LARRY: A-appetizer?
PICCOLO: Yeah these guys are all Saiyans. Normally you would make for about ten meals but these guys can eat a hell of a lot. That's why they're calling you an appetizer.
ME: Hold on Piccolo, your going to let them eat your competition?
GOKU: Hey that cucumber does look pretty tasty!
LARRY: Uh, I have to go Bob! Sorry I forgot about an date I have, with uh, um, er, see ya!
*Larry runs for the hills. Goku flies after him yelling "Wait cucumber! I just want to take a little bite out of you!"*
VEGETA: Well I guess that leaves the tomato.
GOHAN: That's okay I like them better anyways.
PICCOLO: Here, you guys might want some of this.
*He tosses them a bottle of ketchup. Bob takes one look at it and turns several different shades of purple and green before running screaming at the top of his lungs*
ME: Piccolo! That's not the way this was supposed to go!
PICCOLO: *shrugging* Yeah well it was good for a laugh.
ME: *sigh* Oh well, maybe we can try again later.
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