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Published: 2006-10-01 05:48:49 +0000 UTC; Views: 33628; Favourites: 431; Downloads: 265
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I dunno, Bubbles, looks like the girls are gonna have some trouble winning THIS game.Demashita! Powerpuff Girls Z concept Β© Craig McCracken/Cartoon Network (I suppose)
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Buttercup: *wakes up* Huh?
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Me: Aw, snap.
Buttercup: Why am I on the couch, and... (sees her bare feet) ...where are my socks?
Me: (voiceover) Play dumb, Andrew! (smiling nervously) Uh, what socks?
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(I thought I was Buttercup...)
Buttercup: Next time... do this kind of stuff with Blossom.
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Me: Okay. (snaps fingers and Buttercup goes to sleep. I put Buttercup's socks back on Buttercup's feet. Then scene changes Buttercup sleeping in her bed.) I think I should give her a checkup.
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Buttercup: *punches him in sleep* ZZZZZZZZZZ....
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Me: Nice try. But it doesn't hurt.
Buttercup: Ow! Oh, man! I forgot! Andrew is invincible. (goes to sleep)
Me: (turns my hand into a knee hammer and taps on Buttercup's knees gently.)
Buttercup: (giggles) That tickles.
Me: Sorry. (shrinks like Ant-Man, enters into Buttercup's shirt and listens to her heartbeat) Breathe. (Buttercup inhales and exhales in two times.) Very good. (I walk over to Buttercup's shoes and take them off. Even her socks removed.) (tickles Buttercup's feet) Coochie, coochie, coo.
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(Dude... not cool...)
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Hey! I started tickling Buttercup's feet! What's she gonna say in her sleep while she's giggling?
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(Oh god your inposible... fine... but next time, don't control the character I'm RPing as. Please? Also there was no in-placation that she was sleeping.)
Buttercup: *yanks him off, pissed off with a look that said she was triggered* Die. *begins crushing his small body* >
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Buttercup: (giggling) Stop it! Stop tickling me! Stop! I'm ticklish everywhere!
Me: (stops tickling Buttercup's feet) Okay, okay. (puts Buttercup's socks and shoes back on Buttercup's feet. I take Buttercup's blood pressure, checked her ears, and her eyes.) Okay, Buttercup. I'm gonna look in your throat. Say "aaah", Buttercup.
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Hey, what'd I tell you?! I'm editing! So, apologize to me and continue on as Buttercup after I tell her to open her mouth and say "aaah".
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(Sorry I'm just... having a bit of an issue... I.. didn't mean to snap.............)
Buttercup: I'm... ah.
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Me: Ah, perfect. (enters in Buttercup's mouth and touches Buttercup's tooth) What's your tooth's name?
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Buttercup: Name? Teeth don't have names bro. But sins your asking... Bob.
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Me: You know what? Never mind. How may teeth have you got in your mouth?
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Buttercup: Mmmm.. average amount. What? I brush.
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Me: Oh, I see. Do any of your teeth get loose?
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Buttercup: Mmmm... non that I can remember...
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Me: Okay. So... what sharp teeth you have?
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Buttercup: Eh? I don't follow.
(No really I don't...)
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Me: Oh, you know what? Never mind. (touches Buttercup's tongue) What is your tongue used for?
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Buttercup: ...do you have a mouth? It sounds like you don't have a mouth.
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Me: You know what? Never mind that. I'll keep investigating. (walks over to Buttercup's uvula) Ugh. What is that dangly thing in the back of your throat?
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Buttercup: *eye's brake, she's had it, and she screams so loud, you fly out* GET OUT ALREADY!
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Or...
Buttercup: That's a uvula. It's a bell-like thing that hangs back of the human throat. So, be careful not to touch it.
Me: Okay. So, what happens if I touch it?
Buttercup: I'll vomit.
Me: Okay. Let me see. (walks over to Buttercup's uvula)
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Buttercup: No wait don't- *then she vomits*
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Me: (still in Buttercup's mouth) Oh, sorry. My bad.
Buttercup: That's okay. Just don't touch it again! It makes me vomit!
Me: (looks at Buttercup's throat) Is your throat sore?
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Buttercup: Wait... how are you still in there...
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Me: I survived from falling out of your mouth.
Buttercup: Oh, I see.
Me: Can you tell me whether your throat is sore or not?
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Buttercup: Wait... it's sore... well... I guess my anger makes me yell a lot.
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Me: Okay. Do you mind if I put a lozenge on your tongue and you can suck on it and then it'll cure your throat?
Buttercup: Sure, I don't mind.
Me: Thanks. (takes out a lozenge and places it on Buttercup's tongue. Buttercup sucks on it and swallows it. Her throat gets clear again.)
Buttercup: Hey! My throat is clear.
Me: It sure is. What's it like in the inside of your stomach?
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Buttercup: Yea. It did.
Could we end it hire? This feels like a nice place to end the RP.
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No, I wanna continue the story.
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Buttercup: Let's just say... my stomach feels fine. Why? Do you want me to say "3, 2, 1" and chew you and swallow you down into my throat an into my stomach?
Me: Sure.
Now, apologize to me for ending the story and continue on as Buttercup when I agreed to enter in her stomach.
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Hey,Β continue on as Buttercup when I agreed to enter in her stomach! Tell me what she's gonna say!
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Oh right.
Buttercup: Is this some kind of fetish you have?
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Me: (eyes widen with shock) What?
Buttercup: Oh, never mind. Let me just say "3, 2, 1", chew you, and swallow until you get into my stomach.
Me: Okay. Do it.
Buttercup: Here comes the countdown. 3. 2. 1. Chew and swallow. (chews me)
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Buttercup: *swallows*
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Me: (screaming while falling down into Buttercup's throat) WHOAAA! (I see Buttercup's stomach acids and I land in her stomach) (coughs as I cover my mouth) Ugh, revolting!
Buttercup: (rubbing her stomach) Mmm-mmm! You sure taste good.
Me: How do I taste like?
Buttercup: You taste like... candy.
Me: Like, you became a monster?
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Buttercup: Like I just became a canable.
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Me: "A cannibal"? Hang on. You're not gonna digest me, are you?
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Buttercup: It's a body function. I can't control it.
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Me: Okay. So, you won't digest me, will you?
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Buttercup: The body has a mind of it's own my friend.
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Me: I'll, uh, take that as a no. (thinks) Hmm. I wonder if the inside of Buttercup's stomach is ticklish? Let's find out. (tickles Buttercup's stomach a little. Buttercup giggles.) Wait! She is ticklish! I remember she said she is a cannibal. I'll start tickling her. (starts tickling Buttercup's stomach) Tickle, tickle, tickle. Tickle your stomach. Coochie, coochie, coo.
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Buttercup: *laughs like crazy*
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Buttercup: (still laughing like crazy) Stop! Stop! It tickles!
Me: Not listening! I can't hear you! I'm still tickling you! Coochie, coochie, coo!
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Buttercup: *punches her own gut to make him stop*
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Me: Whoa! (falls into her stomach acids, and gets up. I cough a little as I cover my mouth) Hey! What'd you do that for?!
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