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Kuja wrote:CYRAN: I'm always up for a little Kuja-bashing.

And I do it every day that I manage to catch him online...

I thought the best part though was the Stravo knocking and asking the question thing. Very... short, though.

Captain_Cyran wrote:And I do it every day that I manage to catch him online...

I thought the best part though was the Stravo knocking and asking the question thing. Very... short, though.

That's because it's only the first part.

Haha, loved it. Nice chapter.

Kuja-bashing > All.

Is this fic resuraected?
WHOOO!

Part42B: The Solution


*open up on KUJA marching down a hallway, firing his shotguns into anything that moves. The rest of the group follows*

ZAIA: This is his plan? Shoot everyone before they shoot him?

DALTON: It seems to be working so far.

*KUJA reaches a door and cautiously opens it. A sudden volley of lead comes pouring out, and he ducks aside. He tries again, and another volley comes out. He sheathes his shotguns and walks back to the group*

CYRAN: Now what?

KUJA: Give me your bag.

*KUJA rummages through the bag for a moment, then pulls out a long string of plastic explosives*

STRAVO: What are you-

*he trails off as KUJA begins wrapping the explosives around himself*

ZAIA: What are you, nuts?

KUJA: Just taking a page from the boys in PLO.

ZAIA: But THEY'RE nuts!

KUJA: Can't argue with that.

*HIT-MAN nods solemnly*

ZAIA: Don't encourage him!

KUJA: Z, sometimes a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do. This…is probably not one of those times.

CYRAN: Then why the hell-

KUJA: Sh, kid. Maybe someday, when you're a little older, you'll understand.

*he ruffles CYRAN'S hair*

CYRAN: Kuja, you're not even three years older than me.

DALTON: Kuj, you can't die. Who's going to ghost-write the GSDAs to get me out of hot water?

KUJA: That was Chuck.

DALTON: Oh, right. Never mind then.

STRAVO: Man, it's going to be lonely being the only guy with the hordes of fanfic lovers screaming after him.

KUJA: I'm sure you'll handle it somehow.

*a macho handshake*

KUJA: El Tee...torture a world to death for me, will ya?

LT: I'll make em wish their grandmas were never born!

KUJA: That's my Hit-Man.

ZAIA: Kuja...

KUJA: Zaia, one last thing?

ZAIA: What?

*he grabs her and plants one right on her lips*

ZAIA: You pervert.

KUJA: Damn right!

*he takes off running. CUT TO: the next room. Over a dozen men hold assault rifles on the door*

KUJA: Jesus loves you! Therefore, he shall smite you down! ALLAH ACKBAR!

MAN: Wha-

*KUJA bursts in*

KUJA: I DON'T REGRET A WHOLE LOT!

*he sets off the explosives. CUT TO: outside the building. The explosion erupts through the windows and debris begins falling towards the street, as well as aliens*

CAPTAIN: MECHAGODZILLA! HELP ME!

*MECHAGODZILLA makes a dive for the CAPTAIN, arm outstretched. Miraculously, he gets his hand under the falling CAPTAIN. Unfortunately, steel's not much softer than blacktop. With his controls gone, MECHAGODZILLA stands there like a dumbass. CUT TO: the room. The group bursts in*

ZAIA: Kuja!

CYRAN: Kuj?

*a scorched Black Mage hat slowly floats down from the ceiling into ZAIA'S arms*

ZAIA: Oh Kuja...oh Kuja, why? WHY?!

DALTON: Zaia?

ZAIA: What?

DALTON: 42.

ZAIA: Forty-two?

STRAVO: Yeah, Z. 42.

ZAIA: I don't-

LT: *solemnly* 42, Zaia. 42.

ZAIA: But-

CYRAN: Just 42, Zaia. It'll be alright.

ZAIA: Thanks, guys.

Aww, I'm almost sad at the end there.

Odd, yet funny at the sametime.

Kuja go boom! *Dons a black mage outfit and replaces Kuj*

"And then he exploded"


*generic terrorist accent* Now observe closely class, as Kuja can only do this once.



Hey, would this be an appropriate time for Kuja to be reborn in a metal body, with the name of... IG-88E?

If I didn't know better, I'd ask what crack you're smoking.

And why you aren't sharing.

consequences wrote:And why you aren't sharing.

Well, of course.. provided he were smoking it in the first place.

verilon wrote:

consequences wrote:And why you aren't sharing.

Well, of course.. provided he were smoking it in the first place.

if you could write that straight then what would it be like if you WERE on something?

Aya wrote:Odd, yet funny at the sametime.

Kuja go boom! *Dons a black mage outfit and replaces Kuj*

Put the hat down, and maybe I won't turn you into a pile of ashes, and then turn those ashes into ashes.

Captain_Cyran wrote:

Aya wrote:Odd, yet funny at the sametime.

Kuja go boom! *Dons a black mage outfit and replaces Kuj*

Put the hat down, and maybe I won't turn you into a pile of ashes, and then turn those ashes into ashes.

Bah! *Dons red suit and hat instead*

My hat gives me +5 to my cool rating.

Aya wrote:

Captain_Cyran wrote:

Aya wrote:Odd, yet funny at the sametime.

Kuja go boom! *Dons a black mage outfit and replaces Kuj*

Put the hat down, and maybe I won't turn you into a pile of ashes, and then turn those ashes into ashes.

Bah! *Dons red suit and hat instead*

My hat gives me +5 to my cool rating.

Mo' like a +5 to your dork rating.

*Gets out a pen and paper* +5 to dork rating, that's a good one...

Your +10 to gayness dwarfs my dork rating.

Aya wrote:Your +10 to gayness dwarfs my dork rating.

*extremely cold and deadly voice*

I'm sorry...what did you just say?

KUJA: Jesus loves you! Therefore, he shall smite you down! ALLAH ACKBAR

Not only did you kill me, you STOLE MY LINE! Thief, murderer, pervert, heathen, traitor, and an assortment of other bad things! Don't forget sucide bomber, too.

Hopefully, the next chapter is "Kuja goes to hell," where I find him, and have a very long...erm....talk.

Have a very nice day.
-fgalkin

fgalkin wrote:Not only did you kill me, you STOLE MY LINE! Thief, murderer, pervert, heathen, traitor, and an assortment of other bad things! Don't forget sucide bomber, too.

Hopefully, the next chapter is "Kuja goes to hell," where I find him, and have a very long...erm....talk.

Don't tempt me.

Kuja wrote:

fgalkin wrote:Not only did you kill me, you STOLE MY LINE! Thief, murderer, pervert, heathen, traitor, and an assortment of other bad things! Don't forget sucide bomber, too.

Hopefully, the next chapter is "Kuja goes to hell," where I find him, and have a very long...erm....talk.

Don't tempt me.

Go ahead, thief. I will be victorious. For Mother Russia!

Have a very nice day.
-fgalkin

Yeah! Then the story won't be over like it might be now!

fgalkin wrote:

KUJA: Jesus loves you! Therefore, he shall smite you down! ALLAH ACKBAR

Not only did you kill me, you STOLE MY LINE! Thief, murderer, pervert, heathen, traitor, and an assortment of other bad things! Don't forget sucide bomber, too.

Hopefully, the next chapter is "Kuja goes to hell," where I find him, and have a very long...erm....talk.

Have a very nice day.
-fgalkin

Is it necessary to point out his being a Black Mage...?

fgalkin wrote:

KUJA: Jesus loves you! Therefore, he shall smite you down! ALLAH ACKBAR

Not only did you kill me, you STOLE MY LINE! Thief, murderer, pervert, heathen, traitor, and an assortment of other bad things! Don't forget sucide bomber, too.

Hopefully, the next chapter is "Kuja goes to hell," where I find him, and have a very long...erm....talk.

Have a very nice day.
-fgalkin

NO! Kuja is NOT allowed to take over hell before me damnit. If he gets it first all MY fun when I take over is gonna be fuckin' ruined...

OK folks, I've got bad news and good news.

Bad news first: we have reached what might (note the use of the word 'might') be the end for Groove. To be frank, writing humor is fun, but doing it over and over is getting repetitve and stale. In short: I'm tired of writing it. This fanfic's been going for nearly a year now and I have a strong desire to write something other than goofy humor. I realized this when I picked up my long-since-updated FFIX fic and blazed through nearly fifteen pages in Word in less than a day.

The good news: don't think of this as a permanent end. I have simply chosen to stop writing Groove, and while that desire may be strong now, it's entirely possible that at some point in the future I'll want to return to writing it. In fact, I actually have several more chapters on my hard drive, but I felt that this was a good point to say goodbye, even if it is only a leave of absence.

So Groove fans, it's been a blast, and I'm glad you all enjoyed reading it so much. But all good things come to an end, and I need to move on.

But, far be it from me to leave you completely empty-handed, so here's one last goof for all of you.



An orc walks into a tavern full of humans and notices a jar full of gold coins sitting on the bar. He goes up to the barkeep and says "hey. What gold coins for?"

The barkeep says "well, there's a mule tied up in the back room, and nobody can get him to laugh, so we've got a pool going. Whoever gets the mule to laugh gets all of it."

The orc thinks for a second, then deposits a single coin in the jar and walks into the back room. A few moments later, loud whoops of mule-laughter erupt. The orc walks out looking smug, takes the jar, and leaves without saying a word.

A week later, the orc comes back to the tavern and notices two things. First, the mule is still laughing. Second, there's an even bigger jar of gold coins on the bar. So, the orc walks up and says "hey. Why new jar of gold?"

"Well," the barkeep says, "Ever since you came in here last week, we can't get that mule to stop laughing. So, we've got a new pool for whoever can get him to shut up."

The orc promptly drops another gold coin in the jar and walks into the back. After a few moments, the laughter stops and the bar is filled with stone-cold silence. The orc comes back out looking even more smug than last time.

"Okay, I've gotta know," the barkeep says. "How the hell did you do that?"

"Last week, I told mule I have bigger dick than him," the orc replies. "This week, I show him."