Rick walked back over to the pink door. "Roshi!"
Roshi heard that voice years ago. It still terrified him, "Eh?" He slowly opened the door.
"Hello, Roshi!" Rick had the door slammed in his face. "Huh. I guess he didn't recognize me."
Roshi blinked at him through the window. "He must have gotten soft over the years...."
Rick flew through that window. Roshi got his shotgun and tried pumping Rick full of lead. It all just bounced off his ridiculously long scarf. Roshi put the gun down and sighed in defeat. "How've you been, Ryuzaki?"
"Well, I started a hippy colony on the moon, I went to the oldest place in all of existance, and I've been killing carnivorous dust mites. You?"
Roshi blinked. "I gave up tracking down the women you lost me."
Rick frowned deeply, "Sorry for that." The TARDIS whirred in and out of existance and Rick stepped back out of it. "I brought you them. They must've missed you, they look so sad and lonely."
Roshi blinked. 'Fucking time travellers.' "Could you move your box?"
Rick sent the TARDIS outside. "Sorry."
"I was talking to the women," Roshi dismissed. He shoved them into one of his basements. "So, what the hell do you want?"
"Can you teach me again?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Yaaay."
"Stop that." He sighed and thought a moment. "Write me a depressing story."
Rick could have used the one he had saved in his phone, but that was going to be a nice training post.
Rick sighed and thought about something sad.
'Jimbo the depressing monkey was very sad. Jimbo had no friends. He smelled like his feces. Because he was a fucking monkey. And no one loved him. Bitches. Bitches. No one fucking knows his pain.
Jimbo's brother killed his parents, so Jimbo decided to be an emo ninja monkey, swearing, "I will get you, Jimbo's Brother.... Somehow. Ennething!"
After a 'cease and desist' letter from TV Tokyo, LittleKuriboh, and Vegeta/Masako, Jimbo had no purpose left in life. So he got hung. Thanks to Viagra.
For the last damn time, the past-tense for hang, in the sense of the execution method, is hanged. Idiots. Hanged. Not hung. Although, he was an ape in bed. But it was sad. He had AIDS. Because he was a monkey. Jimbo was found dead in a puddle of semen and blood. Just like Michael Jackson. Michael...? Micheal...?'
Roshi sighed, "Get the fuck out."
