Wish *I* could just project this flu onto a tape... *grumble*

Drink lots of toma-toooooo juice....even though it's red.....*glows*

The last one, however, was about to bring the army upon her head.

"Uoooh!" Tomo bellowed, her eyes as wide as they would go. "It's full
of Osakas!"

*SNRK*

Tomo pointed at yet another person, "Osaka Beta!" Both Yomi and
Kagura slapped her hard across the nape.

Minus points for not having them both say "Nan de yanen" :P

The taxi dropped them off outside what seemed to be a refined bakery,
shining white in the daylight and proclaiming itself to be the "Kasuga
Pan-da!"

*WINCE*

"Does that answer your question?" Tomo pointed to the side of the
sign, which had a caricature of Osaka herself welcoming guests and
customers. A speech bubble was painted beside it: "It's bread!"

*DOUBLE WINCE*

Just for that, I hope you develop explosive diarrhea on top of the flu :P

"Aa, the customers at table 3 complained about service..." they
overheard the woman say as they approached. "Now they'll leave and
tell all their friends about how service here is a trip to the inner

circles

of hell, and then they'll tell their friends too, and by tomorrow we'll be
out of business and who will provide for my grand-daughter's wedding
and fish store?" The abused waiter stammered and scurried away,
offering apologies all the way. "A, that's good service," she said.

O_O;;

"Wait, don't speak to me now," Mrs. Kasuga said in a serious tone, her
look turning to one of concentration. Then, out of nowhere, she took
one of Chiyo's pigtails in her hand and weighed it, bouncing it in her
palm. The other girls stood stock still and stared.

She's definitely related to Osaka.

As a final test, Mrs. Kasuga took the tip of each pigtail with her own
fingertips, then pulled them that way and that in perfect
synchronization. After a few seconds of this, she pulled them both to
the right, then the left, then started waltzing with them.

*falls over twitching helplessly with laughter*

Tomo then put in her part, "We think she's been running around killing
people with a videotape, Granny Osaka!"

XD

As Yomi and Kagura used strangleholds on their tactless friend, Mrs.
Kasuga said, "Aa, that's not a good career goal. And videotapes must
leave such ugly bruises, too..."

"I told her she should use DVDs...of course, she doesn't have very good
aim...it's hard to decapitate someone cleanly with a DVD unless you have
good aim..."

Of course, the proverbial cake was taken by the monumental poster of
an eggplant right above the bed's headpiece.

O_o;;

"It's not weird, it's... different," Chiyo defended, though the eggplant
looked like it was about to eat her whole.

You just can't trust eggplants...

"Huh..." Kagura flipped through the pages as the others looked over (or
under) her shoulder. The book was almost filled with drawings, their
style denoting the artist's age easily. It often had notes to the side,
written in very simple kana, but the bulk of the work was in elaborate
drawings that, presumably, represented the day's events in Osaka's
mind. It was rather sweet, really.

Awwww. Diary of a mentally disturbed chibi-baka. ^_^

"'Tomo-chan is always full of energy and always has something to
say,'" Kagura read, "'I bet, if you cut her open, there'd be a thousand
hamsters with lots of little coffee cups in there.'"

*falls over laughing*

"I bet she found out about the bread," Tomo teased, "Yoooomiiii...
eaaaat meeeee..."

"Silence, mortal!" Yomi backhanded her onto the bed.

*SNRK!*

Yay! It's almost done! I can't wait to see the end.... XD



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