Dead_Mametchi
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Roman has to meet the king in order to get permission to build Tamagotchi Planet's first orphanage, and he's a little bit nervous. No one of his friends dares to support him other than Crash, but it also seems like he's about to get help by a woman's touch 
. Roman gathers all parts of the Tamagotchi General Law to find suitable supporting loopholes in order for his projects to win more political power. Will al his efforts be worth it?
NOTE: I invented the Tamagotchi General Law by myself. So don't flame. Thanks.
Enjoy! (rewiew if you want. It would make me delighted to hear anything about it.)
"As the devoted and caring ruler of this society, with all what that includes, I am very positively surprised by Your suggestion. However, I am not willing to accord any funds or shelter before I can meet you personally. Therefore I wish for a meeting in my tower next Thursday at 1300 hours.''
Crash read the letter aloud from where it was, away from Jewel's grip. She had evolved into a young mametchi the other day and was both frustrated and happy in a fine unison.
I almost wanted to thank my old friend. The letter sounded less solemn when he read it with his gruntling voice.
'I remember I saw the king as a kid. I wonder what his name is, exept from his majesty.'
'Well, that's why he's apart from us, don't you think?' interrupted Jewel.
Crash smiled. 'Yeah, headstrong little girl. You know what...?'
'Oh my god!' I fell into pieces at the desk. 'My breath smells like cheese doodles and I've hadn't had a foot treatment in years! The guards won't even let me take the first step!'
Crash whispered something. '...I think the old man needs some female advice.'
What I liked about Jewel was her sharp and confident mouth. She smiled naughtily in a way I had to tell her wasn't very wise in front of teen boys, and leaned onto the back of a chair. 'Well, that's the going rate for being an oldie. You should go to the salon. maybe she'll help you with your amount of grey's.'
'I don't have grey's!'
'Yes, you do, oldtimer!'
She strolled happily out of the kitchen with a wide grin. I shouted helplessly after her:
'Well, pixel chick, one day your peachy thighs won't help you any longer, that's when you'l have to get some personality!' (a/n: where did i hear that the first time?)
'i'm deeply insulted!' she cried back, voice full of mischief.
Crash was laughing in his throat.
I looked onto the Tamagotchi General Law. It was adorned with two tall slim kusatchi's on the side, that Crash looked annoyed at. 'Health *******s,' he grunted.
I grasped it and started reading it aloud.
Crash wrote down the word "Loopholes" with large letters on a piece of paper. 'Isn't this the pen tamas get from their Keepers? I didn't think it was allowed to bring them here.'
'It wasn't either. It was a revenge from giving me a timeout when I was really hungry.'
'If I knew no one would control that I'd brought more corn for the road,' said Crash. 'Ok, here's something that can get useful. Put your seatbelts on. "In General, tamagotchis younger than adult stage must be taken to the Tama Hospital's Orphan wing. An exeption is given when object finds relatives or suitable caretakers. Suitable caretakers are married couples or opposite gender couples.'
'Well, that leaves us to out' I mumbled.
'That's SO right, buddy, Crash sarcastically replied. 'OK, that's about everything, exept: 'If rule is broken appetency of penalties can be represented.'
'Oh, crap,' I said.
'And that's so right too, mate,' said Crash. 'There's no loopholes for that rule, but considered my mouth shut.'
I held my head in my arms, thinking bad words my mother wouldn't have liked. I was thinking about the meeting I had with the Memetchi girl I had started to fancy. Her name was Pixel and she had a severe tendency to blush when I used her name.
'You are very kind,' she said, where she was sitting by the bar sipping a Sapphire.
'Thank you,' I said, looking at her.
She looked down into the drink, twirling the ice. 'So formal. I thoght you inkeepers were all weird.'
'I'll not blow my co-workers off, and I'll definately save you the card tricks.' I tried to act like a professional, but sounded more and more rude.Hey!' I shouted over to a nikatchi messing with the cigarette bending machine. 'Those are for grown-ups, and grown-ups that usually use millions of their points on cough syrup!!'
The teen sneaked away, still with that detestable smug grin over his face.
Pixel also had a laugh in her face. 'Have any kids?'
'No, I don't,' I said, a little bit too quick. But I don't think she noticed anything.
Her voice were yanking at my ears, scorning me. Pretty women still have that effect on me. I thought she was really.... attractive. Slamming, dazzling, whatever you call it.
I had only felt that way once, but this time it was more serious than the Tamao poster I had on my teenage boy room wall.
'I hear you're meeting the king,' she suddenly said.
'How do you know that?'
She looked at me in expecting of a story of fame and basic vanity. 'My friend Becca told me she'd heard a kutchipatchi guy say it.'
Oh, god dang you, Crash! I thought. On the other hand, that was not a crime. She didn't know that a little girl was living on my place, flirting wildly with all the boys at school. And it wasn't every day someone got to meet the king. Usually there was a note in the local paper when someone had donated much points with a thanks. If you live here you get roses when you donate over 5000 points.
'Yes, I'm going to see him over some plans I've got.'
Now she was curious. 'What plans?'
I lost myself into telling her - why not? As long as no one knew about Jewel not being my friend at home for a holiday it was OK. 'Well,' I said. 'I'm so tired of reading that it's low bugdets on the child neglect department in the hospital. Earthlings are being cheap with their donations, and putting four more beds into the old folks' home cost over 3 million points. The theatre had to close for a month.'
'Oh, dear!' She said. 'That was before I moved in.'
'I think so too. And when I also read that there's no more room for anymore kids, I want to make a plan for an orphanage, ran by me and my friend, and perhaps other volunteers.'
She was silent for two seconds. Then -
'Oh, that's so sweet! It's... very diplomatic.'
I blushed as well. She looked at me, and I remember a tip Crash gave me. "When the hot chick is still looking at you, tell her you're single and look at the reaction."
'I... Thank you, miss.'
'Call me Pixel. but you're right about miss.' She nearly whispered, blushing into the deep collar of her black dress. "Don't stare, buddy," said a familiar voice from my mind.
"There you go, mate!" said Crash's voice from the same place in my mind. He was starting to get both pestering and helpful. "A brilliant opportunity!"
'You're not married? Either am I. I'm living by myself, and... I've been looking for a reason in life.'
'You know what?' said Pixel, looking at me with beautifully makeup'ed eyes, sparkling like black diamonds. 'I would gladly volunteer for your orphanage.'
When I went home from work, Crash was cooking coconut rice for us. He carried it into the living room where Jewel was watching a scary movie.
'Wait a minute,' i said to her. 'The Black Cauldron? No, no, no. That's a scary movie and there are dead people, don't watch it. Brush your teeth, don't drink too much water and go to bed after packing your schoolbag.'
'Oldie grey's head,' she said rudely and marched into the bathroom.
'And don't spill mascara on the sink side, peach bottom! I'll sing you a lullaby afterwards!'
'Don't you dear, Rusty!'
Crash handed me some chopsticks. 'My Daemon is telling me that she's gonna be every guy's eye candy.'
'So do I fear,' i said.
When Crash went home, I remembered those large black eyes telling me: 'You're so sweet. Finally a vulnerable man.'
And from somewhere my thoughts were private, a voice was howling primal victory screamings. That voice sounded much like my own.
. Roman gathers all parts of the Tamagotchi General Law to find suitable supporting loopholes in order for his projects to win more political power. Will al his efforts be worth it?NOTE: I invented the Tamagotchi General Law by myself. So don't flame. Thanks.
Enjoy! (rewiew if you want. It would make me delighted to hear anything about it.)
"As the devoted and caring ruler of this society, with all what that includes, I am very positively surprised by Your suggestion. However, I am not willing to accord any funds or shelter before I can meet you personally. Therefore I wish for a meeting in my tower next Thursday at 1300 hours.''
Crash read the letter aloud from where it was, away from Jewel's grip. She had evolved into a young mametchi the other day and was both frustrated and happy in a fine unison.
I almost wanted to thank my old friend. The letter sounded less solemn when he read it with his gruntling voice.
'I remember I saw the king as a kid. I wonder what his name is, exept from his majesty.'
'Well, that's why he's apart from us, don't you think?' interrupted Jewel.
Crash smiled. 'Yeah, headstrong little girl. You know what...?'
'Oh my god!' I fell into pieces at the desk. 'My breath smells like cheese doodles and I've hadn't had a foot treatment in years! The guards won't even let me take the first step!'
Crash whispered something. '...I think the old man needs some female advice.'
What I liked about Jewel was her sharp and confident mouth. She smiled naughtily in a way I had to tell her wasn't very wise in front of teen boys, and leaned onto the back of a chair. 'Well, that's the going rate for being an oldie. You should go to the salon. maybe she'll help you with your amount of grey's.'
'I don't have grey's!'
'Yes, you do, oldtimer!'
She strolled happily out of the kitchen with a wide grin. I shouted helplessly after her:
'Well, pixel chick, one day your peachy thighs won't help you any longer, that's when you'l have to get some personality!' (a/n: where did i hear that the first time?)
'i'm deeply insulted!' she cried back, voice full of mischief.
Crash was laughing in his throat.
I looked onto the Tamagotchi General Law. It was adorned with two tall slim kusatchi's on the side, that Crash looked annoyed at. 'Health *******s,' he grunted.
I grasped it and started reading it aloud.
Crash wrote down the word "Loopholes" with large letters on a piece of paper. 'Isn't this the pen tamas get from their Keepers? I didn't think it was allowed to bring them here.'
'It wasn't either. It was a revenge from giving me a timeout when I was really hungry.'
'If I knew no one would control that I'd brought more corn for the road,' said Crash. 'Ok, here's something that can get useful. Put your seatbelts on. "In General, tamagotchis younger than adult stage must be taken to the Tama Hospital's Orphan wing. An exeption is given when object finds relatives or suitable caretakers. Suitable caretakers are married couples or opposite gender couples.'
'Well, that leaves us to out' I mumbled.
'That's SO right, buddy, Crash sarcastically replied. 'OK, that's about everything, exept: 'If rule is broken appetency of penalties can be represented.'
'Oh, crap,' I said.
'And that's so right too, mate,' said Crash. 'There's no loopholes for that rule, but considered my mouth shut.'
I held my head in my arms, thinking bad words my mother wouldn't have liked. I was thinking about the meeting I had with the Memetchi girl I had started to fancy. Her name was Pixel and she had a severe tendency to blush when I used her name.
'You are very kind,' she said, where she was sitting by the bar sipping a Sapphire.
'Thank you,' I said, looking at her.
She looked down into the drink, twirling the ice. 'So formal. I thoght you inkeepers were all weird.'
'I'll not blow my co-workers off, and I'll definately save you the card tricks.' I tried to act like a professional, but sounded more and more rude.Hey!' I shouted over to a nikatchi messing with the cigarette bending machine. 'Those are for grown-ups, and grown-ups that usually use millions of their points on cough syrup!!'
The teen sneaked away, still with that detestable smug grin over his face.
Pixel also had a laugh in her face. 'Have any kids?'
'No, I don't,' I said, a little bit too quick. But I don't think she noticed anything.
Her voice were yanking at my ears, scorning me. Pretty women still have that effect on me. I thought she was really.... attractive. Slamming, dazzling, whatever you call it.
I had only felt that way once, but this time it was more serious than the Tamao poster I had on my teenage boy room wall.
'I hear you're meeting the king,' she suddenly said.
'How do you know that?'
She looked at me in expecting of a story of fame and basic vanity. 'My friend Becca told me she'd heard a kutchipatchi guy say it.'
Oh, god dang you, Crash! I thought. On the other hand, that was not a crime. She didn't know that a little girl was living on my place, flirting wildly with all the boys at school. And it wasn't every day someone got to meet the king. Usually there was a note in the local paper when someone had donated much points with a thanks. If you live here you get roses when you donate over 5000 points.
'Yes, I'm going to see him over some plans I've got.'
Now she was curious. 'What plans?'
I lost myself into telling her - why not? As long as no one knew about Jewel not being my friend at home for a holiday it was OK. 'Well,' I said. 'I'm so tired of reading that it's low bugdets on the child neglect department in the hospital. Earthlings are being cheap with their donations, and putting four more beds into the old folks' home cost over 3 million points. The theatre had to close for a month.'
'Oh, dear!' She said. 'That was before I moved in.'
'I think so too. And when I also read that there's no more room for anymore kids, I want to make a plan for an orphanage, ran by me and my friend, and perhaps other volunteers.'
She was silent for two seconds. Then -
'Oh, that's so sweet! It's... very diplomatic.'
I blushed as well. She looked at me, and I remember a tip Crash gave me. "When the hot chick is still looking at you, tell her you're single and look at the reaction."
'I... Thank you, miss.'
'Call me Pixel. but you're right about miss.' She nearly whispered, blushing into the deep collar of her black dress. "Don't stare, buddy," said a familiar voice from my mind.
"There you go, mate!" said Crash's voice from the same place in my mind. He was starting to get both pestering and helpful. "A brilliant opportunity!"
'You're not married? Either am I. I'm living by myself, and... I've been looking for a reason in life.'
'You know what?' said Pixel, looking at me with beautifully makeup'ed eyes, sparkling like black diamonds. 'I would gladly volunteer for your orphanage.'
When I went home from work, Crash was cooking coconut rice for us. He carried it into the living room where Jewel was watching a scary movie.
'Wait a minute,' i said to her. 'The Black Cauldron? No, no, no. That's a scary movie and there are dead people, don't watch it. Brush your teeth, don't drink too much water and go to bed after packing your schoolbag.'
'Oldie grey's head,' she said rudely and marched into the bathroom.
'And don't spill mascara on the sink side, peach bottom! I'll sing you a lullaby afterwards!'
'Don't you dear, Rusty!'
Crash handed me some chopsticks. 'My Daemon is telling me that she's gonna be every guy's eye candy.'
'So do I fear,' i said.
When Crash went home, I remembered those large black eyes telling me: 'You're so sweet. Finally a vulnerable man.'
And from somewhere my thoughts were private, a voice was howling primal victory screamings. That voice sounded much like my own.
