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MD 7: May I Cut In?

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     I turn my head back, my ears tilting up slightly in surprise.  A small orange-red fellow in a white bodysuit stares at me, the scissors atop his head widening alongside his eyes.

     I nod to him, then grin.  "I'm Metalman.  And you are?"

     "I'm Cutman, Mr. Metalman, sir!"  He bows extremely politely.

     "My predecessor?"  I blink, amazed.  "I mean...the one on whom my design is based?"

     "I guess..."  Cutman shrugs.  "I'unno."

     "Nice to meet you."  I grin.

     "Who are you anyway?"  He gives a childish headtilt, still curious.

     I smile the best I know how.  "I'm Metalman.  Uh, but I'm not a dentist, though.  I consider myself a dancer."

     "Oh.  Okay!"  Cutman smiles at me as though he's known me his whole life.

     Rock gives a bright smile, gently clutching Rush's collar.  "He's our adopted brother."

     Cutman suddenly clings to my arm, an air of excitement surrounding him.  "Why didncha say you're our brother, silly?"

     I chuckle.  "You didn't give me the chance to."

     Rock smiles.  "Okay, I'll be going with Rush now."

     Cutman nods and releases my arm.  He then nudges me from behind.  What a pushy kid!

     "Let's go see my room!"  He giggles.

     "See your room?"  I ask.

     "Room."  He nods

     "Room."  I grin, chuckling.

     I move my crutches to walk in the direction he is nudging me.  He suddenly walks in front of me, seeming to be excited about showing off his room to me.  I guess he loves showing his room off to someone who hasn't seen it before.

    I wait for him to open the door to let me in.  I enter to bright blue-green walls and several large blocks in the room.  One is used as a desk with a chair.  One is used as an entertainment center.  One is used as a nightstand.  Two are combined to make a bed.

     "Cool huh?  Gutsy helped me with this decor."  Cutman grins.  "Maybe he can help you too?"

     I grin and rub the back of my head sheepishly.  "Maybe he and Elecman can both help me."

     "Elecman, do interior design?  Ha!"  Cutman guffaws.  "He's gay, not a designer!"

     "I just thought he'd be able to find some vinyls for me to put up on the walls.  He seems to have good music taste."  I shrug.  "I know how I want things designed already.  I mean, I'm kind of an art geek too."

     "Like me being a kung-fu geek?"  Cutman's eyes light up.  "That's AWESOME!"

     I loft a brow.  "So, kung-fu, Cutman?"

     "Kung-fu."

     I try hard not to snicker, my ears lifting up higher; Cutman gives me a stern look.  My ears suddenly droop and my eyes dart down toward my sole foot.  Cutman nudges my chin back up, giving a faint smile.

     "It's okay, really!"  I don't expect everyone to believe me when I say I'm learning Kung-fu."  He smiles.  "Isn't there something that you like that no one would believe you have any talent for?"

     I bite my lip and glance down, then back up to him.  "Dancing.  I'm a dancer.  Well, a musician too, and a bit of an artist, but..."

     "And why can't you dance, then?"  Cutman cocks an eye, leaning in.

    I glance down to my right pantleg;  I don't dare move that leg, lest it scare Cutman.  He kneels down, poking my leg, then my empty pantleg.  He then looks up at me with a sad look as though he finally understands why I can't dance anymore.

     "You lost your leg, didn't you?"  He asks me, giving a concerned look.

     I give a soft sigh and a terribly sad look, my ears drooping as far as they can without touching my shoulders.  "My lower leg fell off.  Probably because of my fight with Rock.  F-freak out if you want."

     "I...I feel so bad for you."  He looks down while he stands up.  "But it's not that creepy to me.  You're just really bad off, not some legless freak."

     I feel my eyes welling up with mercury tears.  "Cutman..."

     He wipes my eyes.  "Don't cry.  Don't you cry.  Or I'll kung-fu you!"

     I chuckle slightly, wiping an eye.  "O-okay.  You win, Cutty.  No crying."

     "Good."  Cutman nods firmly.

     I wipe my eyes, then smile at Cutman.  He smiles and nods, then walks over to a stereo system on his entertainment center.  He hits a button and a song blares.  I know this song anywhere!  After all, Kung Fu Fighting is a pretty damn good song if I do say so myself.  I can feel it coursing through me and I start to rhythmically shift my weight between each crutch.

     "Whoa!  You're dancing!"  He suddenly bellows.

     I blink, realizing that I am, in a way, dancing.

     Suddenly, there comes a tick-tock-sounding rap on the door.  Cutman hastily dashes past me and opens the door.  In the doorway stands a short, scrawny boy with lavender hair, dark blue eyes, and bells on his head.  Crap.  This could be trouble.
OBLIGATORY CUTMAN CHAPTER.

Yeah. Cut puns, Kung Fu jokes. And Cutman. Kung Kung Kung-fu Cutman.

I think this chapter amuses me.

...And you can probably figure out who the chapter-end mystery character is. See you next time in Metal Dancer Chapter 8!
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huskies709's avatar
Woop woop, the room! (PeaTea ref.?)