“Is the mic on?” Misao straightened her hair.  She stood in front of a camera. “Are we rolling?”
         “Uhh, yep.”
         She stood up straight. “Good evening, Zenki fans, and welcome to the second ‘My Girl’ special, brought to you by me, Misao Aikawa.” She turned to the left, the camera following.  We can now see a rather bloody Tokyaya-Zoshi.  “So uh… Mister um…whatever your name is…”
         Tok glared. “The name is Tok.” He got up, sticking his face in the camera. “Tok. My name is Tok. REMEMBER MY NAME DAMNIT!!!!”
         Misao sweat dropped.  “Okay then Mister… what was your name again?”
         Tokyaya gave her a good, old-fashioned death glare. “Tok.”
         Misao didn’t catch his name.  “Anyways … what are your feelings on the impending ending of ‘My Girl’?”
         “Ummmm… Well… it’s probably gonna continue… It’s just that season one is ending…”
         “How many seasons will there be?”
         Tok shrugged. “Really, woman… you think I write these things? ASK ONE OF THE WRITERS!!!!”
         Misao turned back to the camera, completely ignoring ‘Mister What’s-His-Face.’ “Well… I think we have heard enough from… uh… that guy…. Let’s go talk to… Verbyn!”
         As they proceeded to exit the ‘dump’ of Toshi, they could still hear him screaming: “VERBYN?!?!? YOU REMEMBER… VERBYN’S NAME…? TOKYAYA-ZOSHI!!!! REMEMBER MY NAME!!!! REMEMBER MY NAME DAMNIT!!!!” He was grabbed by men in white suits, who came out of nowhere and put him in a straitjacket.
 

         “… And here we are with the famed dragon demon… VERBYN!!!”
The camera panned out to see Verbyn, looking slightly dazed, playing with two small, plastic figures — one in a dress, and the other in princely garb.
         “Oh, Prince Uta! You are so big and tall and manly and handsome! Thank you for saving me from that evil fiend!!!!” He spoke in a very girly voice as he moved the one in the dress closer to the other. He made his voice as manly as he could:  “Ha ha… oh, beautiful Princess Verbyn, I could not leave you in the hands of that… fiend!!!!” He moved the dolls together, bonking their heads together, presumably in a kiss.  He made kissing noises.
         The onlookers noticed another figure, in pieces, that had purple hair.
         Verbyn put ‘Prince Uta’ down and picked up some of the Chiaki doll. “Prince Uta… you are top cool and hansome and manly and cool and handsome… for me to defeat you… blea!” He threw the Chiaki doll across the room.
         “Um … Princess Verbyn…? A word?”
         Verbyn jerked his head up from his fantasies, doing his best to hide the figures. “Pri … Princess Verbyn… There is no Princess Verbyn here… is there?”  He continued nervously to babble.
         Misao looked at the camera. “Okay… this fellah appears to be six cans short of a six-pack… On to the next, hopefully more sane, star!”
 

         As they walked down the street, passing many different people, Misao motioned excitedly to turn the camera on.  “Quick, quick!!! I see Susan!”
         The woman in question appeared to be angry.  She stormed down the street, all but plowing people down.  “MOVE IT OR LOSE IT BUSTER!!!” She whacked the cameraman, who lost balance and fell, dropping the camera.
         Misao ignored the bleeding cameraman and ran after Susan. “Ma’am? A word? Please… it’s for the fans…”
         Susan stopped and turned slowly around to face the startled news reporter. “For… the fans…?”
         Misao nodded.
         “Whose… fans…?”
         A replacement cameraman had arrived.
         “Why, BLIZZARD’s fans! I mean Chiaki, Shigeki, and… and Mister What’s-His-Name and Uta and…”
         At Uta’s name Susan’s eyes kindled with the fires of hate and anger. “Oh… I’d be happy to contribute to… Uta’s fans….” She stuck her face in the camera. “Uta is…” — it was at this point that she lost self control — “A F**KING BASTARD!!! I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT HE DESTROYED MY F**KING HOUSE… TWICE!!!”  She paused now, for breath. “AND EVEN WORSE… HE RIPPED TO BLOODY S**T MY BOOK OF SECRET FAMILY RECIPES!!!! THEY WERE FRICKEN’ PRICELESS!!!!” She let out a strangled sob. “I WILL PERSONALLY MAIM AND KILL HIM AND EVERY OTHER ONE OF HIS BLOOD RELATIVES FOR WHAT HE HAS DONE TO ME!!!! HE WILL SUFFER AS I HAVE!!!!” She stood up straight and straightened her clothing calmly. “If anyone sees his sorry a**, please tell me.”
        The frightened newscaster and crew could only nod and hope she would not think they were in any way connected to Uta.
         Susan turned on her heels and continued on her rampage.
         Misao turned to the camera. “I think we will leave it at that. I’m sure we have scared enough people for today…” She shivered. “Next week, exclusive interviews with BLIZZARD band members Uta, Shigeki and Chiaki!”