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Okay, I know I said it'd be 3 parts, but part 2 is shaping up to be longer than I expected. Plus it's pretty late.
Once again, no copyrights, just a fanfic.
Oh, and if you haven't already, I'd recommend reading part 1 first so that you have an idea of what's going on (click here for part 1).
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Tenchi Muyo: Tickle War
Part 2 (of a possible 4)
Nearly a week had passed since the incident with “Feather”. Ryoko had eventually freed Washu, but not before she had suffered for precisely the same amount of time as Ryoko. Ryoko had spent the last 30 minutes of Washu’s ordeal standing to one side, roaring with laughter, and had taken great pleasure in teasing her about it ever since.
But now Ryoko felt a familiar sensation of helplessness and irritation.
She had woken up this particular morning, only to find herself tied to a chair in her room by some sort of silver rope, with her arms tied above her head, wearing nothing but her black g-string (the very same one she had been wearing last time, incidentally).
After taking a few seconds to realise where she was and why she couldn’t move, Ryoko had noticed Washu standing in the corner of the room, staring gleefully at her. Ryoko was the first to speak;
“Well, this seems somewhat familiar. Let me guess – you’re pissed off about me getting one over on you with your own machine, and now you want revenge, huh?”
Washu took a step forward.
“This time will be much different. I’ve been busy since then, planning this out.”
Ryoko raised an eyebrow.
“Listen, I stood up against your stupid machine last time and I can do it again, ‘kay?”
“You were less ticklish last time” Washu said simply, and took another step forward. Ryoko noticed for the first time that Washu was holding what looked like a paint brush in one hand and a pot of paint in the other. Washu noticed Ryoko staring and held up the pot for her to see.
“This,” she said, “is my latest invention. By painting this on to your body, your skin will instantly become 30 times more ticklish than before, and that’s a lot to put up with.”
Ryoko began to feel nervous. She had been pretty ticklish last time, but didn’t want to give Washu the satisfaction of knowing it, not that it’d help her now, anyway.
“So you’re gonna paint me up with that and let your mad robot go to town on me again, is that right?” Ryoko said, trying once again to sound defiant and unafraid.
Washu laughed. “I’ve scrapped Feather” she said, with a barely noticeable shudder. “This time I’ll be leaving you in hands even more sadistic, and they won’t be mine.”
“Even more sadistic? But that thing didn’t have any emotions at all!” Ryoko said, more curious than anything else. “Who exactly is this ‘master tickler’ you seem to have come up with?”
“Think about it!” Washu said, bringing her face close to Ryoko’s. “Who’s the one person you know who, no matter how much you plead and beg, will NOT, under ANY circumstances, listen to anything you have to say?”
The realisation of this hit Ryoko like a brick wall, but before she could say anything, her worst nightmare stepped into the room.
“Hi!” said Mihoshi cheerfully, holding up her hand in greeting.
“Washu!” snarled Ryoko. Washu threw back her head and cackled.
“Good luck trying to explain anything to this one, honey!” she laughed, and strode out of the room saying “I’ll leave you girls alone together. See you later!”
“Bye Washu!” said Mihoshi, smiling happily. “Now, Ryoko, Washu has left me with a few instructions” she said to Ryoko, as though they were in a business meeting.
“You mean you’re capable of following instructions?” Ryoko muttered, sarcastically.
“Haha, not exactly. Well, Washu didn’t really tell me anything, but somehow I know exactly what to do to you, for how long, and why.”
‘Washu must’ve done something to her, almost like programming a computer. Damn it… I wonder what she told her to do…’ thought Ryoko.
“So tell me, what are you gonna do?” she asked.
“Well first I have to paint you up with this stuff” Mihoshi said, pointing at the pot of paint on the floor, “and then I have to tickle you.”
“And why do you have to do that?” Ryoko asked, hardly surprised.
“Because you enjoy it, silly!” laughed Mihoshi. “And no matter how much you laugh and cry and beg, no matter what you say or don’t say, it mean’s you’re enjoying it and you want me to keep tickling you.”
‘This isn’t looking good’ Ryoko thought miserably.
“I can assure you I don’t enjoy it, Mihoshi, now let me outta this chair!” Ryoko commanded.
“Haha, I know you love it, really. And if I tickle you for long enough, you’ll stop being mean to me!” Mihoshi giggled.
“And just where did you get that idea!?” Ryoko said, and sighed. “Listen, if you let me outta this damn chair, then I’ll be nice to you, okay? I promise.”
Mihoshi smiled and shook her head. “This is the only way to do it Ryoko, and you know it!” she said.
“Listen you dolt, Washu has done something to you! She’s brainwashed you into believing all this because she wants to get back at me, but none of it is true!” Ryoko pleaded, but Mihoshi was having none of it.
“I know what I have to do, and do it I shall” she said, as cheerily as ever. She picked up the pot of paint and dipped the brush into it. Ryoko tensed her muscles as Mihoshi brought the brush closer. However, as she started painting Ryoko’s tummy, her nerves exploded with ticklishness and she didn’t have a chance of holding back her laughter.
AAAAAAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA MIHOSHI AHAHAHHAHA PLEASE STOP HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HOW CAN THIS HAHAHAHA BE POSSIBLE?? AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA IT TICKLES SO MUCH AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!
Ryoko struggled in the chair, but to no avail. She tugged at the bonds holding her arms above her head, but again they wouldn’t budge.
“Mihoshi, please, you have to let me go!” Ryoko pleaded, but Mihoshi smiled and started painting the stuff on her ribs and armpits.
AAAHAHAHAHA MIHOSHIIIIIII HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA I’M GONNA KILL YOOUUU AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH!!
“Well, you need a lot more tickling I think” laughed Mihoshi, and moved the brush to Ryoko’s chest. Ryoko could feel the liquid running down her body and felt as though she was going to die from the sheer ticklishness.
After a while, Mihoshi lifted up Ryoko’s feet and began dragging the brush up and down. The bristles scraped inbetween Ryoko’s toes and drove her crazy, but the silver ropes were far too strong to allow any resistance. Ryoko laughed hysterically and begged Mihoshi to stop, but Mihoshi insisted that Ryoko was enjoying being tickled this badly. After about 15 minutes, Mihoshi stopped and put the brush down. Ryoko opened her eyes and looked up at her.
“Thank god, you’ve finished!” gasped Ryoko, smiling with relief and shaking all over.
“Finished? Don’t be silly! I’ve just finished covering you with this extra-ticklish paint stuff!” said Mihoshi in her usual bubbly voice.
“You mean you’re gonna keep tickling me!?” asked Ryoko, horror-struck.
“You bet! We’re gonna be the best of friends after this!”
“Don’t count on it” said Ryoko bitterly, and she braced herself as the grinning Mihoshi approached her with her fingers wiggling.
Mihoshi dug her fingers into the hollows of Ryoko’s armpits and tickled her with surprising skill. Ryoko let out a long, screaming laugh.
‘My God,’ she thought, ‘how can anything tickle this much? And when the hell is this bubblehead gonna stop tickling me!?’
From Ryoko’s armpits, Mihoshi moved her fingers down to her ribcage and, lightly but quickly, scratched them with her long nails. Ryoko struggled desperately in her chair, trying to wrench her arms free and protect herself from the intense tickling sensations that she could do absolutely nothing about. Mihoshi carried on gently tickling Ryoko’s ribs, giggling happily to herself, unaware of the impossibly ticklish sensations surging through Ryoko.
After about 5 minutes of this, Mihoshi moved her hands down to Ryoko’s hips and, quickly and continuously, grabbed and let go of her extra-ticklish flesh.
MIHOSHI, STAHHAHAHAP THIS, YOU’RE KILLING ME! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH PLEASE, I’M BEGGING YOU, STOP TICKLING ME!!! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!
After a further 10 minutes, Mihoshi stopped. Ryoko, covered in sweat, was gasping for breath.
“Why… have… you… stopped?” she managed to say.
“Aww, sorry Ryoko – I know you just love me tickling you, but my hands are really tired! I need a break.”
Ryoko’s temper rose. “You need a break? YOU need a break? What about ME!!??”
“I’m sorry, Ryoko,” Mihoshi apologised, “I promise I’ll keep tickling you when my hands have had a rest, ‘kay?”
“That’s not what I meant, you knucklehead!!” Ryoko said, angrily.
Mihoshi looked at her and said, “You definitely need more tickling!”
“NO! Mihoshi, please listen. Washu has brainwashed you. You think I like to be tickled, but I don’t! It’s unbearable! You’re killing me, here!”
Mihoshi cocked her head and seemed to consider this, but Washu’s interference obviously kicked in, and she smiled widely and said “that means you want me to tickle you more, right? You sure love to be tickled, Ryoko!”
Mihoshi raised her hands and moved towards Ryoko, but Ryoko shouted “NO! Wait!”
“What’s the matter, Ryoko?”
Ryoko hesitated, trying to think of something to say. “Listen,” she began, “you can keep tickling me, that’s fine, but at least untie me! Untie me so that I can at least defend myself a little!”
Seeing Mihoshi hesitate herself, Ryoko pushed on.
“This is hardly fair! I mean, I’m tied up! How do you expect me to defend myself? At least untie my arms! I’m completely exposed here!”
Ryoko waited for Mihoshi to answer, but yet again, Mihoshi broke into a grin.
“Washu says you love being tied up!”
“WASHU’S WRONG, DAMMIT!” shouted Ryoko, furious.
“Be quiet, silly! I’m gonna keep tickling you, now!” laughed Mihoshi.
Mihoshi moved onto Ryoko’s tummy and wiggled her fingers all over it, and in and out of Ryoko’s bellybutton. Once again, Ryoko tried with all of her strength to pull down her arms, just enough to hold off Mihoshi, but they were pulled tightly above her head, exposing her entire upper-body, and no amount of pulling was making even the slightest bit of difference.
After spending an ample amount of time on Ryoko’s lower torso, Mihoshi began poking, prodding, squeezing and tickling Ryoko’s breasts. Ryoko went ballistic – she had never, in her entire life, experienced torture this bad, and it certainly wasn’t her first time being tortured.
DAMMIT MIHOSHI, AAHAHAHAHAHA, THAT’S MY WORST SPOT!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAA!!!
“Oh, is that your worst spot?” said Mihoshi, still tickling Ryoko’s chest. “Then I guess I’ll have to pay par-tickle-ar attention to it! HAHAHA!!”
By laughing at her own awful joke, Mihoshi seemed to doubly increase the rate and intensity of her tickling. Ryoko went wild, and started sobbing.
“Please, Mihoshi – you don’t understand how much this tickles – you have to stop! Please! I’ll die if you don’t!”
Mihoshi didn’t seem to hear her.
“You have the most ticklish boobs I’ve ever seen!” she giggled.
For a split second, Ryoko wondered when Mihoshi would have encountered any other ticklish boobs she might compare hers too, but she soon forgot about this and succumbed to Mihoshi’s wrath, sobbing quietly inbetween her laughter.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
A full 30 minutes of tickling later, Mihoshi finally stopped and took a step back.
“So Ryoko,” she said, “are ya gonna be nice to me from now on?”
Ryoko sensed a chance of escape. “Yes!” she spluttered. “I promise I won’t be mean to you any more!”
“Gooood!” Mihoshi said, and reached out and gave Ryoko one last little tickle in the armpit, causing her to jump and let out a quick burst of laughter.
“You know, you’re cute when you squirm!” Mihoshi giggled, and she walked around to the back of Ryoko. A second later, the silver ropes fell away and Ryoko collapsed onto the floor, to tired to give chase to Mihoshi, who was walking out of the room carrying the paint pot and brush. Looking up, sweat-soaked and tear-stained, Ryoko growled to herself “I’m so gonna get you for that!” before falling into an exhausted sleep.
THE END (for now)
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So there you have it. Once again, feel free to rip it to shreds, should you wish to do so. But remember - I may be fine with criticism, but Washu isn't. So if you do criticise it, watch you're back, 'cos you'll be next on her list*.
*Note for the humourless: That was a joke. I'm aware that Washu is a fictional character.
Once again, no copyrights, just a fanfic.
Oh, and if you haven't already, I'd recommend reading part 1 first so that you have an idea of what's going on (click here for part 1).
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Tenchi Muyo: Tickle War
Part 2 (of a possible 4)
Nearly a week had passed since the incident with “Feather”. Ryoko had eventually freed Washu, but not before she had suffered for precisely the same amount of time as Ryoko. Ryoko had spent the last 30 minutes of Washu’s ordeal standing to one side, roaring with laughter, and had taken great pleasure in teasing her about it ever since.
But now Ryoko felt a familiar sensation of helplessness and irritation.
She had woken up this particular morning, only to find herself tied to a chair in her room by some sort of silver rope, with her arms tied above her head, wearing nothing but her black g-string (the very same one she had been wearing last time, incidentally).
After taking a few seconds to realise where she was and why she couldn’t move, Ryoko had noticed Washu standing in the corner of the room, staring gleefully at her. Ryoko was the first to speak;
“Well, this seems somewhat familiar. Let me guess – you’re pissed off about me getting one over on you with your own machine, and now you want revenge, huh?”
Washu took a step forward.
“This time will be much different. I’ve been busy since then, planning this out.”
Ryoko raised an eyebrow.
“Listen, I stood up against your stupid machine last time and I can do it again, ‘kay?”
“You were less ticklish last time” Washu said simply, and took another step forward. Ryoko noticed for the first time that Washu was holding what looked like a paint brush in one hand and a pot of paint in the other. Washu noticed Ryoko staring and held up the pot for her to see.
“This,” she said, “is my latest invention. By painting this on to your body, your skin will instantly become 30 times more ticklish than before, and that’s a lot to put up with.”
Ryoko began to feel nervous. She had been pretty ticklish last time, but didn’t want to give Washu the satisfaction of knowing it, not that it’d help her now, anyway.
“So you’re gonna paint me up with that and let your mad robot go to town on me again, is that right?” Ryoko said, trying once again to sound defiant and unafraid.
Washu laughed. “I’ve scrapped Feather” she said, with a barely noticeable shudder. “This time I’ll be leaving you in hands even more sadistic, and they won’t be mine.”
“Even more sadistic? But that thing didn’t have any emotions at all!” Ryoko said, more curious than anything else. “Who exactly is this ‘master tickler’ you seem to have come up with?”
“Think about it!” Washu said, bringing her face close to Ryoko’s. “Who’s the one person you know who, no matter how much you plead and beg, will NOT, under ANY circumstances, listen to anything you have to say?”
The realisation of this hit Ryoko like a brick wall, but before she could say anything, her worst nightmare stepped into the room.
“Hi!” said Mihoshi cheerfully, holding up her hand in greeting.
“Washu!” snarled Ryoko. Washu threw back her head and cackled.
“Good luck trying to explain anything to this one, honey!” she laughed, and strode out of the room saying “I’ll leave you girls alone together. See you later!”
“Bye Washu!” said Mihoshi, smiling happily. “Now, Ryoko, Washu has left me with a few instructions” she said to Ryoko, as though they were in a business meeting.
“You mean you’re capable of following instructions?” Ryoko muttered, sarcastically.
“Haha, not exactly. Well, Washu didn’t really tell me anything, but somehow I know exactly what to do to you, for how long, and why.”
‘Washu must’ve done something to her, almost like programming a computer. Damn it… I wonder what she told her to do…’ thought Ryoko.
“So tell me, what are you gonna do?” she asked.
“Well first I have to paint you up with this stuff” Mihoshi said, pointing at the pot of paint on the floor, “and then I have to tickle you.”
“And why do you have to do that?” Ryoko asked, hardly surprised.
“Because you enjoy it, silly!” laughed Mihoshi. “And no matter how much you laugh and cry and beg, no matter what you say or don’t say, it mean’s you’re enjoying it and you want me to keep tickling you.”
‘This isn’t looking good’ Ryoko thought miserably.
“I can assure you I don’t enjoy it, Mihoshi, now let me outta this chair!” Ryoko commanded.
“Haha, I know you love it, really. And if I tickle you for long enough, you’ll stop being mean to me!” Mihoshi giggled.
“And just where did you get that idea!?” Ryoko said, and sighed. “Listen, if you let me outta this damn chair, then I’ll be nice to you, okay? I promise.”
Mihoshi smiled and shook her head. “This is the only way to do it Ryoko, and you know it!” she said.
“Listen you dolt, Washu has done something to you! She’s brainwashed you into believing all this because she wants to get back at me, but none of it is true!” Ryoko pleaded, but Mihoshi was having none of it.
“I know what I have to do, and do it I shall” she said, as cheerily as ever. She picked up the pot of paint and dipped the brush into it. Ryoko tensed her muscles as Mihoshi brought the brush closer. However, as she started painting Ryoko’s tummy, her nerves exploded with ticklishness and she didn’t have a chance of holding back her laughter.
AAAAAAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA MIHOSHI AHAHAHHAHA PLEASE STOP HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HOW CAN THIS HAHAHAHA BE POSSIBLE?? AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA IT TICKLES SO MUCH AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!
Ryoko struggled in the chair, but to no avail. She tugged at the bonds holding her arms above her head, but again they wouldn’t budge.
“Mihoshi, please, you have to let me go!” Ryoko pleaded, but Mihoshi smiled and started painting the stuff on her ribs and armpits.
AAAHAHAHAHA MIHOSHIIIIIII HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA I’M GONNA KILL YOOUUU AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH!!
“Well, you need a lot more tickling I think” laughed Mihoshi, and moved the brush to Ryoko’s chest. Ryoko could feel the liquid running down her body and felt as though she was going to die from the sheer ticklishness.
After a while, Mihoshi lifted up Ryoko’s feet and began dragging the brush up and down. The bristles scraped inbetween Ryoko’s toes and drove her crazy, but the silver ropes were far too strong to allow any resistance. Ryoko laughed hysterically and begged Mihoshi to stop, but Mihoshi insisted that Ryoko was enjoying being tickled this badly. After about 15 minutes, Mihoshi stopped and put the brush down. Ryoko opened her eyes and looked up at her.
“Thank god, you’ve finished!” gasped Ryoko, smiling with relief and shaking all over.
“Finished? Don’t be silly! I’ve just finished covering you with this extra-ticklish paint stuff!” said Mihoshi in her usual bubbly voice.
“You mean you’re gonna keep tickling me!?” asked Ryoko, horror-struck.
“You bet! We’re gonna be the best of friends after this!”
“Don’t count on it” said Ryoko bitterly, and she braced herself as the grinning Mihoshi approached her with her fingers wiggling.
Mihoshi dug her fingers into the hollows of Ryoko’s armpits and tickled her with surprising skill. Ryoko let out a long, screaming laugh.
‘My God,’ she thought, ‘how can anything tickle this much? And when the hell is this bubblehead gonna stop tickling me!?’
From Ryoko’s armpits, Mihoshi moved her fingers down to her ribcage and, lightly but quickly, scratched them with her long nails. Ryoko struggled desperately in her chair, trying to wrench her arms free and protect herself from the intense tickling sensations that she could do absolutely nothing about. Mihoshi carried on gently tickling Ryoko’s ribs, giggling happily to herself, unaware of the impossibly ticklish sensations surging through Ryoko.
After about 5 minutes of this, Mihoshi moved her hands down to Ryoko’s hips and, quickly and continuously, grabbed and let go of her extra-ticklish flesh.
MIHOSHI, STAHHAHAHAP THIS, YOU’RE KILLING ME! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH PLEASE, I’M BEGGING YOU, STOP TICKLING ME!!! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!
After a further 10 minutes, Mihoshi stopped. Ryoko, covered in sweat, was gasping for breath.
“Why… have… you… stopped?” she managed to say.
“Aww, sorry Ryoko – I know you just love me tickling you, but my hands are really tired! I need a break.”
Ryoko’s temper rose. “You need a break? YOU need a break? What about ME!!??”
“I’m sorry, Ryoko,” Mihoshi apologised, “I promise I’ll keep tickling you when my hands have had a rest, ‘kay?”
“That’s not what I meant, you knucklehead!!” Ryoko said, angrily.
Mihoshi looked at her and said, “You definitely need more tickling!”
“NO! Mihoshi, please listen. Washu has brainwashed you. You think I like to be tickled, but I don’t! It’s unbearable! You’re killing me, here!”
Mihoshi cocked her head and seemed to consider this, but Washu’s interference obviously kicked in, and she smiled widely and said “that means you want me to tickle you more, right? You sure love to be tickled, Ryoko!”
Mihoshi raised her hands and moved towards Ryoko, but Ryoko shouted “NO! Wait!”
“What’s the matter, Ryoko?”
Ryoko hesitated, trying to think of something to say. “Listen,” she began, “you can keep tickling me, that’s fine, but at least untie me! Untie me so that I can at least defend myself a little!”
Seeing Mihoshi hesitate herself, Ryoko pushed on.
“This is hardly fair! I mean, I’m tied up! How do you expect me to defend myself? At least untie my arms! I’m completely exposed here!”
Ryoko waited for Mihoshi to answer, but yet again, Mihoshi broke into a grin.
“Washu says you love being tied up!”
“WASHU’S WRONG, DAMMIT!” shouted Ryoko, furious.
“Be quiet, silly! I’m gonna keep tickling you, now!” laughed Mihoshi.
Mihoshi moved onto Ryoko’s tummy and wiggled her fingers all over it, and in and out of Ryoko’s bellybutton. Once again, Ryoko tried with all of her strength to pull down her arms, just enough to hold off Mihoshi, but they were pulled tightly above her head, exposing her entire upper-body, and no amount of pulling was making even the slightest bit of difference.
After spending an ample amount of time on Ryoko’s lower torso, Mihoshi began poking, prodding, squeezing and tickling Ryoko’s breasts. Ryoko went ballistic – she had never, in her entire life, experienced torture this bad, and it certainly wasn’t her first time being tortured.
DAMMIT MIHOSHI, AAHAHAHAHAHA, THAT’S MY WORST SPOT!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAA!!!
“Oh, is that your worst spot?” said Mihoshi, still tickling Ryoko’s chest. “Then I guess I’ll have to pay par-tickle-ar attention to it! HAHAHA!!”
By laughing at her own awful joke, Mihoshi seemed to doubly increase the rate and intensity of her tickling. Ryoko went wild, and started sobbing.
“Please, Mihoshi – you don’t understand how much this tickles – you have to stop! Please! I’ll die if you don’t!”
Mihoshi didn’t seem to hear her.
“You have the most ticklish boobs I’ve ever seen!” she giggled.
For a split second, Ryoko wondered when Mihoshi would have encountered any other ticklish boobs she might compare hers too, but she soon forgot about this and succumbed to Mihoshi’s wrath, sobbing quietly inbetween her laughter.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
A full 30 minutes of tickling later, Mihoshi finally stopped and took a step back.
“So Ryoko,” she said, “are ya gonna be nice to me from now on?”
Ryoko sensed a chance of escape. “Yes!” she spluttered. “I promise I won’t be mean to you any more!”
“Gooood!” Mihoshi said, and reached out and gave Ryoko one last little tickle in the armpit, causing her to jump and let out a quick burst of laughter.
“You know, you’re cute when you squirm!” Mihoshi giggled, and she walked around to the back of Ryoko. A second later, the silver ropes fell away and Ryoko collapsed onto the floor, to tired to give chase to Mihoshi, who was walking out of the room carrying the paint pot and brush. Looking up, sweat-soaked and tear-stained, Ryoko growled to herself “I’m so gonna get you for that!” before falling into an exhausted sleep.
THE END (for now)
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So there you have it. Once again, feel free to rip it to shreds, should you wish to do so. But remember - I may be fine with criticism, but Washu isn't. So if you do criticise it, watch you're back, 'cos you'll be next on her list*.
*Note for the humourless: That was a joke. I'm aware that Washu is a fictional character.
