“My Girl” Special
Interview by Misao Aikawa

Misao: Damnit, who took my last donut??!! Oh, the camera is on right now? Oops! Good evening ladies and gentlemen! This is Misao Aikawa of The Tokyo Times, bringing to you live, exclusive back-stage coverage for the hit fic — “My Girl”!
Oh look! There’s some of the cast over there right now! Let’s go say hi to them!!

Zenki: Oh yeah??!
Verbyn: Yeah!!!
Zenki: Oh YEAH???!!!
Verbyn: YEAH!!!!

Misao: Hello there! Do you mind if we ask you boys a couple of questions?

Zenki + Verbyn: YEAH!!!!

Misao: Um. Never mind. Oh look!! There’s some more people over there!!
<Runs over to Chiaki who is reading her script with Uta.>
Chiaki!! In this fic you have three guys who have shown love interest in you…

Zenki: TWO!!!! TWO GUYS!!!!!!!

Misao: Who would you personally like to end up with?!
Chiaki: Uh…. anooo…. um……. er……….. umm…….. uurrrr……. hhmmmm…...
Uta: <Glomps Chiaki.> I love you, baby! Pick me!! Pick me!!!

<Uta gets smashed over the head by Shigeki and kicked in the gut by Zenki.>

Uta: X_X !! OWWW!!

Misao: Aha! Shigeki! What are your thoughts on the storyline thus far…?
Shigeki: *glares at authors* Why am I always the one being manipulated?????
Misao: Guess it’s because you’re just such a sweet and nice and gullible guy…
Shigeki: I can sue you on grounds of mental abuse, you know…

<Sees Toshi and Inugami.>

Misao: Rou!!! Rou!! Rou!!! Rou ~~~ !!!
Inugami: …. Duh…..
Toshi: Dude. I can’t believe you actually scored with that reporter chick. And I’m stuck with stupid Goki!!! Damnit!!!!
Goki: Oh, it’s not that bad. At least you don’t have to wear these stupid fake boobs.
Toshi: I feel so used……

Misao: Ahem. Anyways, what do you think will happen in chapter 90 of “My Girl,” Toshi?
Toshi: Everybody dies, Chiaki and I get married, and we run off into the sun set and have dozens of children.

<Toshi snaps his fingers and freezes Uta, Shigeki, and Zenki in mid-attack.>

Toshi: I’m just kidding. Geez. And besides, with lazy authors like Elma and Myuki, it’s very unlikely that we’ll get that far…
Misao: What is the best thing you like about this fic so far?
Toshi: So far, it’s Zenki and Verbyn’s utterly brainless arguments.

Verbyn: You have stupid-lookin’ red hair!!
Zenki: So do you!!!!!
Verbyn: Mine’s not all long and sissy-like!!!!
Zenki: Well, mine’s not….... not…… short and ……. and chunky!! Yeah!

Misao: <Sees Elma by the coffee maker getting high on caffeine.>
Elma-chan! What was it that inspired you to write “My Girl”??
Elma: …………….
Misao: ……………….
Elma: ………….
Misao: …………….
Elma: ………….… Want some coffee? Coffee is good. Coffee is very good.
HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH !!!!!!!

Misao: <sweat drops> Ahem, anyway, Uta, there was a question that I’ve been wanting to ask you for the longest time…
Uta: … No, I will not go out with you. My heart belongs to Chiaki. <Ducks for cover from the attacks of Shigeki and Zenki.>

Misao: Um…. actually, I was gonna ask you, have you realized that when you read your name as ‘Uta Reisu,’ it sounds like ‘Uterus’ pronounced in katakana…?
Uta: N-NO IT DOESN’T!!! Waitaminute………….
IT DOES!!!!! EEEELLMMMAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!

<Goes storming after Elma-chan.>

Zenki: Heeeeyy!! I just realized that I haven’t turned back to my true form even once in this whole freakin’ story!!!!! EEEELLLMMMMAAAAA!!!!

<Joins Uta in his chase to kill Elma-chan.>

Elma: Why are you guys blaming everything on me????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
<Runs away screaming bloody murder.>

Misao: Um. That’s it for today, folks. We shall continue our interviews as the story proceeds!! Thank you and have a good night!!

Roll “My Girl” Credits

Zenki: I have a big diamond horn!!
Verbyn: Oh yeah?! Well I have a super-duper demon rod!!!
Zenki: Oh yeah?!
Verbyn: Yeah!
Zenki: OH YEAH?!
Verbyn: YEAH!!!!
Zenki: I’ll bet mine is bigger than yours…..

Chiaki: EWW!! STOP IT, BOTH OF YOU!!!

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Band Name: Blizzard
Genre: Rock
Vocals & guitar: Matsushita Shigeki
Vocals & guitar: Enno Chiaki
Bass guitar: Reisu Uta
Drums: Yamatsuri Toshi
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