06-08-2008, 05:48 PM
‘Alright, contestant,’ Seventeen started, showing a large smile for the non-existent audience, a sparkle emanating from the pearly whites, ‘first quuu-whestion!’ The android then threw the first card to the ground, where a turtle happened to be, and it started to chew on the card. ‘How many dozen are ...’ he started, but paused to allow excitement to grow; the audience began to audibly draw in a breath, and once they quieted, Seventeen squatted down and started to pet the turtle. Orion thought he heard a couple utterings of ‘cute’ and ‘whose my wittle baby,’ but he was not quite sure. ‘...in a dozen.’
For such a simple question, Orion looked at his puzzling companion quite quizzically, as though he was asked to derive the theory of everything. After a couple of seconds, he said, with an air of obviousness, ‘One.’
‘Oooh, sorry,’ the android said, queuing the audience to give sigh. The saiyan’s mouth dropped a bit, and his lone eye took on a look of utter confusion, as much as a single eye can pull off, that is. ‘Although that is the correct answer to the question I posed to ya-ou, you forgot to buzz in. Let’s hope you think better next time, eh?’ Orion was not angry, nor was he confused—he was merely surprised by how logical and pedantic the ravenette had demonstrated himself to be. ‘Alrighty, then, it is time for your second question, pal-erino. What is the function of the female breast in mammalic species?’
Now, not to demean his experience with the boob, but Orion had to think for a bit on this one. He opened his mouth, but with a fake grin to his host, he patted the buzzer.
‘Yes! Contestant number one, what is your answer?’ Seventeen said slicking back is hair even more.
‘To feed her offspring until they can consume other food,’ the one-eyed warrior said, with bridled confidence.
‘That is correct! We also would have accepted the answers “Chew toy” or “Hand rest,” “Chew toy” or “Hand rest.” ’ A ding sounded off, its origin at Orion’s score counter, and the audience clapped astoundingly at its sight. When Orion looked down, his eyes fell upon the sight of his score, which appeared to be the square root of two. His brow furrowed, but, thinking about it, decided it best not to question this. ‘Now, I know it has been a long, gruelling contest so far, but it is almost over. The final question is here!’ Three questions seemed quite unorthodox to the saiyan, but he wanted this to be over and done with. ‘Is it pronounced “ep-i-tome” or “a-pit-o-me”?’
The word was lost on Orion—he knew he had heard it before, but could not quite pin that moment. Hitting the buzzer, he decided to try to outsmart Seventeen, which seemed either impossible or too easy in this world, and said, ‘Neither.’
‘That is,’ the android started, pulling his head back slowly and opening his mouth little bit by little bit, allowing the audience to go into a collective gasp, ‘correct!’ Woops and jeers could be heard from the non-existent crowd, nearly making the ding of the scoreboard inaudible. Upon a good look, one could see that it clearly said “e,” which was good enough for Orion.
Seventeen made a wide, sweeping gesture with his arms and smiled that gleaming smile of his. He looked over to the copy Seventeen, whom was picking his nose, and cleared his throat quite loudly. The clone darted up and started running towards Orion, not slowing down for a second. Eventually he jumped into the air and made for the saiyan, as though he wanted to be caught. This would have been all well and good, had the android not been stark naked. The one-eyed warrior quickly moved away, making sure to avoid touch any of the humanoid’s body. It soon became clear that Seventeen actually was trying to land on a chair, which was right next to the desk that Orion was sitting at. Orion licked his lips, which allowed him to feel a gap in his two front teeth, and he could feel that his hair was a bit different, and upon patting it, he found it was very short and curly.
Seventeen was now fully clothed in semi-formal attire, with one leg crossed. Some music began playing without a source, and a man on a microphone said in a high voice, ‘Welcome to the Late Show with Orion! His guest tonight is Seventeen, ladies and gentlemen!’
For such a simple question, Orion looked at his puzzling companion quite quizzically, as though he was asked to derive the theory of everything. After a couple of seconds, he said, with an air of obviousness, ‘One.’
‘Oooh, sorry,’ the android said, queuing the audience to give sigh. The saiyan’s mouth dropped a bit, and his lone eye took on a look of utter confusion, as much as a single eye can pull off, that is. ‘Although that is the correct answer to the question I posed to ya-ou, you forgot to buzz in. Let’s hope you think better next time, eh?’ Orion was not angry, nor was he confused—he was merely surprised by how logical and pedantic the ravenette had demonstrated himself to be. ‘Alrighty, then, it is time for your second question, pal-erino. What is the function of the female breast in mammalic species?’
Now, not to demean his experience with the boob, but Orion had to think for a bit on this one. He opened his mouth, but with a fake grin to his host, he patted the buzzer.
‘Yes! Contestant number one, what is your answer?’ Seventeen said slicking back is hair even more.
‘To feed her offspring until they can consume other food,’ the one-eyed warrior said, with bridled confidence.
‘That is correct! We also would have accepted the answers “Chew toy” or “Hand rest,” “Chew toy” or “Hand rest.” ’ A ding sounded off, its origin at Orion’s score counter, and the audience clapped astoundingly at its sight. When Orion looked down, his eyes fell upon the sight of his score, which appeared to be the square root of two. His brow furrowed, but, thinking about it, decided it best not to question this. ‘Now, I know it has been a long, gruelling contest so far, but it is almost over. The final question is here!’ Three questions seemed quite unorthodox to the saiyan, but he wanted this to be over and done with. ‘Is it pronounced “ep-i-tome” or “a-pit-o-me”?’
The word was lost on Orion—he knew he had heard it before, but could not quite pin that moment. Hitting the buzzer, he decided to try to outsmart Seventeen, which seemed either impossible or too easy in this world, and said, ‘Neither.’
‘That is,’ the android started, pulling his head back slowly and opening his mouth little bit by little bit, allowing the audience to go into a collective gasp, ‘correct!’ Woops and jeers could be heard from the non-existent crowd, nearly making the ding of the scoreboard inaudible. Upon a good look, one could see that it clearly said “e,” which was good enough for Orion.
Seventeen made a wide, sweeping gesture with his arms and smiled that gleaming smile of his. He looked over to the copy Seventeen, whom was picking his nose, and cleared his throat quite loudly. The clone darted up and started running towards Orion, not slowing down for a second. Eventually he jumped into the air and made for the saiyan, as though he wanted to be caught. This would have been all well and good, had the android not been stark naked. The one-eyed warrior quickly moved away, making sure to avoid touch any of the humanoid’s body. It soon became clear that Seventeen actually was trying to land on a chair, which was right next to the desk that Orion was sitting at. Orion licked his lips, which allowed him to feel a gap in his two front teeth, and he could feel that his hair was a bit different, and upon patting it, he found it was very short and curly.
Seventeen was now fully clothed in semi-formal attire, with one leg crossed. Some music began playing without a source, and a man on a microphone said in a high voice, ‘Welcome to the Late Show with Orion! His guest tonight is Seventeen, ladies and gentlemen!’
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