"How can one describe the Mount GMO, Humpie's secret lair? Words from your average english dictionary couldn't suffice. You'd have to take a few lessons in his special dialect, and even then, only those who have mastered his tongue would know what the hell you were talking about."
Miroku's thoughts always trailed off the topic at hand. He had been having a hard time focusing and the only clue he had was something a wise man described as 'GMO.' It was becoming quite a problem, so Miroku had no other choice but to meet this wise man and see what was happening to him. The journey to the mountain wasn't hard at all, it was quite a breeze for the super-mod. It was getting to the top of Mount GMO itself that was the problem. No sane man would trudge up that place of wisdom, not when it's slopes were covered in... covered in... pewp.
"Miroku, you're leave wasn't authorized and you know that." Deverz came out from hiding behind the tree. "We know you've got problems, but we would never allow you to come to a place like this."
"Deverz, I need this, even if it means taking off for a while." Miroku's stress
"I think your problem is you've been lacking a good beating." And with those words spoken, Deverz instantly pounced on Miroku and began pummeling him. Each fist to his face brought new verbal reinforcement, "You've become lazy and you're blaming it on something stupid. This will get and keep your attention." Every strike stung his senses. "I don't see why they've given you all this power when you fail to even use it properly." Deverz stood up and took two steps back. "Now, are you ready to go back with me?"
Miroku stood up as well, eyeing Deverz. "Given me power? All the power I've used is all natural. I just let you guys control me." Miroku took a small step toward Deverz, bringing them face to face. "But I am ready to go ba... hold on I'm going to snee..." Miroku brought one hand up to his face to cover his mouth. "aaah... aahh... AHHHH!" Miroku reared his head back, then smashed it forward into Deverz mouth. "**** YOU!" The surprise blow wasn't enough to knock Deverz all the way down, though it did catch him off guard and sent him reeling a few steps.
The faint sound of "CHOOO CHOOO" could be heard in the distance; a collumn of smoke appeared on the horizon.
"This is a personal journey you *******. Just back off and let me take it." Miroku's impatience problem was clearly conveyed through the desperation in his voice, the longing in his eyes.
The sound of "CHOO CHOO" became louder and louder, the train had become clearly visible and it was heading their way very quickly. Miroku became distracted looking for it's tracks but could see no signs of them.
Deverz took the distraction to his advantage and took another swing at Miroku, but he had seen it coming from the corner of his eye. Miroku caught the fist in his right hand, sidestepped around and grasped Deverz' shoulder with his left. Deverz tried to take a swing with his other arm, but Miroku put his hip into Deverz and used the leverage to throw Deverz right into the oncoming train. Without waiting around to see the damage, Miroku deftly jumped into the caboose of the train which now had begun it's ascent up the mountain...