Talk:Youko/@comment-27303410-20160423032222/@comment-26492770-20160424175049

I start sweating bullets. As the crowd of lustful Youkos begin to stand from their seats and make their way towards me, I put the microphone back on its stand. I flash the peace sign and fade out, disappearing from the stage. Though I may have disappeared, the built up lust of the Youkos did not. They all turn to my friends, who are quickly surrounded. My friends try to disappear like I did, but it malfunctions for them since they failed to practice. I didn't see them again until the next day.