Subject: Re: Kovu, Good or Bad?
Date: Mon, 19 Oct 1998 00:03:24 -0500
From: Rindimo <rindimo@bellsouth.net>
Reply-To: TLK-L@lionking.org
Organization: L.O.S.T.--C.A.U.S.E.
To: TLK-L@lionking.org

.       I Got your stupid opinionated post right here!  heh...

                        Dr. Jackal, Mr. Snide
                        By:  Rindimo Cheetah

        It was Superbowl Sunday, and Simba was enjoying a nice weekend with his
son-in-law sharing a few beers, and cheering on the local Football
<American> Team.
        "GO GO GO GO GO!!!!" they both shouted, as the Serengetti Sprinters
battled against the Kenyan Kickers for another touchdown.
        "YES!"  They knocked over the couch as they watched a Sprinter
Linebacker make another touchdown!  With joy, they butted heads, and
slammed their furry chests together, shouting off the top of their lungs
in that "Primal Scream Therapy".
        "I tell ya, Kovu," Simba commented during halftime, "You're the best
son a guy could ever want!  I mean, you view the same political views as
me, same religion...  Heck!  We even like the same Football team!  Man,
here's the deal:  When I die, I want you to be the next King, okay?"
        "WOW?  Are you sure?"  Kovu was rather surprised and humbled by such an
honor.
        "Yeah," Simba belched, "You're a good kid!  Man, I don't think you
could kill a fly.  Heh... there was that accident with your brother...
but he was ugly.  It all worked out!  There can't be a bad bone in your
whole body!"
        "Uh oh," Kovu commented, "We're all out of pretzels for the game!"
        "No problem," Simba said as he got up from the couch, "I'll get some
more from the kitchen.  Hey Nala?  Where are the rest of the pretzels?"
        Kovu happily drank the rest of his brewski, as he watched those awesome
beer commercials that always play during such games.  He barely even
noticed the muffled noises in the kitchen, and before he realized it,
Simba was already back in his respective postion with some more snacks.
        "Sorry, buddy...  We're all out of pretzels...  Do you like Cheese
Poofs?"
        "I don't know..." Kovu stared at the orange delicatessen with
uncertainty, "My mom said that those are bad for you..."
        "Heh...  Yeah, you're mom was to be taken seriously...  Uh-huh..."
        Suddenly Kovu's eyes turned blood red, and he instantly went into a
rage of anger.  With foam pouring from his mouth, he pummeled Simba into
a pulp, as he mauled him from one side of the den to the other.  The
only thing that stopped Simba from being sent to the stars to be with
his father, was the whistle blowing-- Signifying the beginning of the
third quarter.  Kovu nonchalantly threw Simba's tattered pelt aside, and
began watching the football game again.
        "Don't you ever say anything bad about my momma!" He growled as he
grabbed the bowl of Cheese Poofs, and began to munch on them.  "Hey,
these things taste pretty good, Simba!"
        "Thanks." The king quietly whimpered...

                        The End.  =)

        So there you have it.  Kovu is basically good...  Just don't go around
pushing his buttons.  ;)  Heh...

                                -Rindimo Cheetah
                                (rindimo@bellsouth.net)

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