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.... Oki... to whomever has the hill...
I get in my Gundam -Deathscythe Hell, and use my Laser scythe to destroy everything and everyone in sight! How's that?? Then, I proceed to the top of the cindered remains of what used to be the hill and rest my Gundam on top... Then the theme music pops out and I grab the mic in my Gundam and like karaoke.. I sing my heart out.. hehehe
My Hill!!
Shingami has the stage!
I ask if I might have a try singing, and she changes places with me, stepping off of the karaokagos, and onto a stool to watch.
My stage!
heheh.... Mil is booed off the stage and the great diva Shinigami returns!!!
Shinigami has the spotlight again.
I decide that it's time for the hill to rise back to its potential, and, raising it high, I make it an eighth wonder of the world, to which pilgrims flock, one of whom collects souvenirs like Shinigami, whom I sell for a song!
The hill is back, and so is Mil!
I bite off the hand of the pilgrim who bought me.. I return to see Mil and the hill.. He apparentlyu sold my Gundam as well.. In a fit of rage I get mad and shout obscenities at everyone and everything.. People flee and I own the hill.. I make a memorial to my Gundam and mark the place as my own... [with blood, not pee...] and find the pilgrim who dared put a hand on my beautiful [Annabel Lee.. hehehe] Gundam... He shall pay!!!
Shinigami has the hill, but my travelling butler goes around the world with her Gundam. I tell Shini that if she runs, she might catch the same boat as the butler.
My hill.
I do catch Mil's "butler".. which turns out to be a poor donkey in a tuxedo costume.. I incarcinate the mammal and run back to make Mil implode...
My hill!!
Little Shini has the hill.
But she knows I have th epaint chips her addiction will stop at nothing to obtain. We make a mutually acceptable exchange, the paint chips are hers, and the hill is mine!
I use the paint chips to repaint a side of My gundam that's been tainted by Mil's "butler"... The fumes from the paint go to the hill and mil sadly dies...
Oh well.. no matter...
My Hill!!!
Shini has the hill.
Her feet have been in an old pair of socks for days. Thinking herself some sort of yoga expert, she takes her socks off and the odor is like a mad, double-jointed rhinocerus, which awakes the dead, and I send an army to enforce her to wash her socks and feet in a magic well of mint soda, in Tibet.
The hill is alive with songs of reunion to me.
Hey.. I do Yoga!!! I fly back from Tibet barefoot... and I teach Mil some Yoga unsuccessfully... by the way.. I own Hell!!! Mil's foot is now behind his head and a sickening crack is heard.. assuring me that Mil needs a doctor.. I contact Sally but he mistakenly gives you the needle.. You fall into a coma... I look after your body at the BOTTOM of MY HILL....
Shinster Spinster has the hill, until I figure out a yoga move on my own, called the hill-stealer. This one fixes my anatomy.
The hill is mine!
Mil's hill...
I take the hill...
My hill...
[fairly simple...]
Shin has the hill.
I ask if I might rule it one last time, for ever, and I mix her up with talk about her being older and needing to let the children play, and she gives me the landscape and a mother's wink.
My hill!
Mil's hill...
Mil sees me with a Starbucks Coffee... as I let orphaned children play at his hill... the children play pin the tail on the donkey as I nominate Mil as the donkey... Mil runs screaming with a thumbtack on his eyeballs... and one in his nether regions.. ouch!! Impotent dear Mil??