You should ph33l w3ll.

(Kouran accent and voice)

Sol: I help! I fix Arima-maru! Then he can do anything!

<SMASH! SMASH! SMASH! JUICY! TASTES LIKE CHICKEN!>

Sol: There! Is fix now! I test!

Sol: FORM FEET AND LEG!

.......

AHH NO ONLY ONE LEG!!!!

(puts other leg on)

Sol: AGGHHH NO IT'S BACKWARDS! ;_;

(twists it 180 degrees)

Sol: FORM ARM AND TORSO!

.......

NOT AGAIN!!

(looks for arm)

Sol: Dammit arm, where are you...oh, it's here.

(Picks up a large drill)

Sol: 0_0 This...is it????? This is the best we've got??

Flea Man: Yess master, yess master, rrrhhhh.

(drills flea man with the...um, drill)

Sol: Hey, I could use this.

(puts it on Arima)

Sol: AND NOW FORM...THE HEAD!!!!!

(Andy's head appears instead of Eric's)

Sol: Huh? Who iz you?

Chibi Hawk: I'm the local Site Advisor. Just peeking around. And oh, you've got the drill backwards. See ya later, make your time.

Sol: Oh, sorry. Thanks dude.

(turns drill backwards)

Sol: Well whatcha know? The arm was here all the time! Now, to continue...

AND NOW FORM...THE HEAD!!!!!

(Humphrey's head pops out)

Sol: Uh?

Humphrey: You seen Andy? He's got my tuna sandwich. I picked up his chicken burger by mistake.

Sol: Oh, yeah. He went thataway.

Humphrey: Thanks.

Sol: Where was I...? Oh yeah. AND NOW FORM...

(Eric's head finally pops out)

Sol: Well now, I didn't expect it to go THAT well...!

Eric: Dude, it's 3AM and I can't figure this Rocket Knight thingamajiggy out. Could'ja let me sleep?

Sol: Oh, um...yeah, sure thing. Sorry.

Eric: 'Night, don't let Nasty Grant bite.

(Eric goes off to sleep in his ornate four-poster bed with the Asuka wallscroll hanging placidly just above his door, making faces at him)

~The End?~

Mandi: Hey, what am I doing here...?

Ms. Cornell: I dunno. Ask him! (points at Sol)

Sol: Uh-oh, gotta Jeust...

Heinell no Miko: Sol, have you been drinking soymilk again?