Emily was very excited. Today, with her wish from the dragon, she was now twice as powerful as she had been. And now she was just around the power level in which most Bio Tuffles learn how to steal techniques whenever they take over the enemy’s body. After today, Emily was going to be a lethal fighting machine and nothing short of a wish from a dragon ball would stop her from becoming one. Emily was in a forest. She liked forests. They were green, just like her ki. Not really just like her ki, but it was the same general color so whatever you know? She wondered what she would do to train. How does one even learn how to steal techniques? Emily wondered if she could even learn something like that in a forest. Probably. I mean, she would try anyway. Just in case. She didn’t want to leave the forest and find out she could have learned to steal techniques in the green, so very green forest. Emily yawned. Being granted so much power had apparently mad her tired. She wasn’t exactly sure how that worked, but here she was. Being tired. After having been granted power. Emily wondered if she could find a bed here in this green, so very green forest. Emily thought that if she could find a bed in the green, so very green forest then she could learn how to steal techniques in this green, so very green forest. So Emily went off in search of a bed in this green, so very green forest. It didn’t have to be a nice bed with wood and stuff, but it needed to be a mattress at least. A whole one. Not one that was like torn in half or something, that wouldn’t fit Emily’s needs. She needed a whole mattress that she could lay on without curling up or something. Emily was pretty sure she could find one of those in the forest. Humanity was notoriously bad about littering, so why wouldn’t there be a mattress in the green, so very green forest? She could just imagine some asshole human dumping a perfectly fine mattress in the middle of the forest. Emily bet that human’s name was Dick, because he was such a dick for dumping a mattress in the forest. Stupid Dick, don’t you know how negatively dumping mattresses affects the green, so very green forest? A turtle could come along, Dick, a turtle might come along and try to eat that mattress and choke on it. You just killed a turtle, Dick. What a dick. Emily was getting kind of angry at the fictitious Dick and his fictional dumping of a mattress in this green, so very green forest. She imagined how she would punish that human. She imagined knocking him out with a mattress or a turtle and then taking over his body. Emily imagined lurking about in his cranium and fiddling with his neurons. It was then that Emily realized that she already knew how to take techniques, and that she had read it in a book somewhere.
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