Day Two: Afternoon

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Face to Face

Cell Jr

Super Buu

The puttalin warrior known as Super Buu had seen a lot of strange things in his lifetime, but this had to rank up there in the top ten. As he stopped his bicycle, his eyes gazed upon a moving cardboard box (literally moving), branches sticking out from the side and a faint 'ku ku ku' coming out of it.

"Damn," he muttered, "I'm already hallucinating."

The box continued to shuffle to the side, a few feet at a time. Buu just sat there on his bike, trying to make sense of what could possess the object to move. Was it running away from home. Did it have abusive parents? Maybe box-families weren't as tight as people made them out to be. This box was obviously lonely...and needed a friend.

After setting his bike aside, Buu moved to walk along the box and see what it's problem was. "So, uh," he began, "What's your story...box."

The 'ku ku ku' stopped, but the box continued moving (perhaps faster). Obviously, Buu got no answer.

"Come on," Buu reasoned with his hallucination. "No need to be shy. I'm here to be your friend, little box. Can't we just be friends?"

Again, no response. Buu frowned.

"You know, it's rude not to answer when spoken to," he insisted. "Don't take advantage of my friendliness, Mr. Box. You hear me?"

You guessed it. No response.

Super Buu growled and set his hand atop the box. "Fine then, take this you ungrateful little peice of cardboard!" With a flash of ki, the top of the box ripped apart and the energy blast knocked the driver of the cardboard upside the head.

"Ouch!" Came a voice inside the box.

Buu blinked. Did the box say ouch? "Oh, so NOW you talk, huh?"

Cell Jr, from in the box, raised it up a bit and slammed his foot down onto Super Buu's in order to distract him. "Ha!"

"Fuck!" Buu grunted, raising his foot and grabbing it, hopping along as he carrassed it. "Motherfucker! That was my foot! You stupid box! Damn you! I'll get you next time, box! NEXT TIME, IT'S YOU AND ME!"

It was too late. Mr. Cardboard Box was long gone, shouting 'ku ku ku' all the way home.

31 Remain

The top of CJ's box has a hole in it.