Ali Moonbeam was sleeping on her queen-sized bed, but she wasn't feeling well. In fact, there were mucus-stained wads of tissue paper scattered on her bed, she looked pale, she had dark bags under her tired eyes, her nose was running slightly, her long red hair was disheveled, she was sweating, her cheeks were green, her nose was red, her hazel eyes were bloodshot, and she was coughing on her comforter.
Just then, Steel Dragon lead guitarist Ghode stormed into the grand penthouse suite where Ali resided in.
“Young lady, I said get up. You have a meeting today.” Ghode said firmly, trying to wake his autistic friend and co-manager up.
But as Ghode tried to wake her up, Ali turns to face Ghode, who cooled down when he saw that she was sick.
“Morning, Ghode... (HARD cough)” Ali Moonbeam moaned sickly.
“Damn; boo, you don't look so good...” Ghode said worriedly.
“(cough) I'm sick, Ghode; my throat (sniff) is killing me...” Ali Moonbeam croaked sickly, before blowing her nose on her comforter.
“Let me check your temperature; if you are faking it, so help me God, Ali...” Ghode said suspiciously, as he grabbed a thermometer from a first aid kit and he placed the thermometer under her tongue. When the thermometer beeped, Ghode pulled the thermometer from Ali's mouth and he looked over it. His suspiciousness disappeared when he saw that Ali was running a high fever.
“Something wrong, Ghode?” Ali Moonbeam asked sickly.
“You're telling the truth; you are sick, boo!” Ghode gasped.
“(hard cough) I know...” Ali Moonbeam croaked.
“I'll go get you your brekkie. You can turn on your stereo and watch TV if you like. Oh, and do not sleep with your nasal tubes on, they'll get tangled, boo.” Ghode said to Ali in a surprisingly nice tone of voice, as he left the grand penthouse suite for the kitchen.
“(hacking cough) Sorry, Ghode.” Ali Moonbeam apologized, loosening the cannulas and removing them from her nose.
As Ali positioned herself on her queen-sized bed to sitting position (she's wearing her new sleepwear; midnight blue full-length short-sleeved pajamas), Ghode walked into the grand penthouse suite with a bed tray of light, buttered toast, light and fluffy pancakes topped with butter and a glass of orange juice.
“It's perfectly light buttered toast with light, and fluffy pancakes topped with butter and some orange juice.” Ghode stated, gently putting the bed tray on Ali's laps and patting her on the back.
“(sniff) Thanks, Ghode.” Ali Moonbeam said, before eating her food.
“You're welcome, little boo.” Ghode replied, as he left.
When she was finished eating, she gave herself a shot of primatene mist from her inhaler.
“(sniff) Oh, my God... (hacking cough) my throat...” Ali Moonbeam moaned, before she fell asleep to take a nap.
“Ghode told me to keep a close eye on you, little sis.” Emmeline Moonbeam said, walking into Ali's grand penthouse suite and carrying a medical bag. “I'll try not to wake you up. Okay, little sis?”
Ali responds by nodding as she's sleeping.
Meanwhile in the meditation room of Ali Manor, a British man was meditating in the room. His name was Kirk Cuddy, and he's the founder and rhythm guitarist of Steel Dragon. He had just gotten out of bed, given the fact that he's wearing mauve full-length short-sleeved pajamas and he was barefoot.
When he was finished meditating, Lily Henderson came into the room with a concerned look on her face. Kirk could tell that something wrong had happened.
“Kirk? Could I talk to you for a minute?” Lily Henderson asked.
“Yeah... it's about Ali, isn't it?” Kirk Cuddy replied worriedly.
“Yes... Ali is sick with a nasty stomach virus.” Lily Henderson explained. “She was bedridden last night after her adoptive older sister Emmeline found her throwing up in the bathroom.”
In Ali's grand penthouse suite, her adoptive older sister Emmeline Moonbeam was taking her younger sister's temperature and when the thermometer beeped, Ali's fever was rising.
“110.” Emmeline Moonbeam said, shaking her head.
“(hard cough) Damn it, (sneeze) my fever (sniff) is rising...” Ali Moonbeam croaked, before feeling her stomach rumbling. “(gag) Oh, my God, it's happening again...”
As Ali threw up in a trash bin Emmeline had placed near her queen-sized bed, Kirk and Lily ran into the grand penthouse suite, only to see their friend finish throwing up in the trash bin.
“Kirk, Lily; Ali's condition is getting worse. She has a fever of 110. I don't even know how she's alive at this point.” Emmeline Moonbeam explained worriedly.
“Looks like I should make my lamb-angel a get-well card...” Kirk Cuddy replied.
“Ali, my tiger lily. Has your fever risen?” Lily Henderson asked worriedly, running to her bisexual girlfriend with Kirk in tow.
“(sneeze) Hell, yeah...” Ali Moonbeam replied, blowing her nose on a paper towel. “Is 110 good (cough) or bad?”
“It's extremely bad, little sis. And it's amazing that you're still alive now.” Emmeline Moonbeam said worriedly.
“Little lamb, if that ass bastard formerly known as Rutsey hadn't shoved you in that coal mine and if he hadn't dumped an entire vat of poison juice all over you last week, you'd still be better.” Kirk Cuddy assured, putting on a pair of nitrile gloves, an earloop mask and a clear yellow gown before hugging his autistic friend, and co-manager.
Ali returns the hug, but she lays back down so tiredly.
“I know, uncle Kirky. (HARD cough) Was Rutsey smoking pot and (sniff) shooting heroin when he came up (cough) with that awful prank?” Ali Moonbeam pondered.
“That man is bad luck, little sis.” Emmeline Moonbeam nodded, opening a jar of VapoRub and taking a small amount.
“He might have. Nausea, coughing, sneezing, high fever, paleness, tiredness, sweating, sore throat, bloodshot eyes... you look more sicker than I was when I was your age. Luckily, mom made me some of her special herbal tea to make me feel better.” Lily Henderson said to her sister-like girlfriend, gently wiping the sweat off of Ali's forehead.
“You're damn right, Lily... (HARD cough)” Ali Moonbeam croaked.
“I would brew my herbal healing tea to help her feel better, but since it's tart, peppermint-flavored and Ali hates it, it's a no-go.” Emmeline Moonbeam replied, gently spreading VapoRub on Ali's chest.
“(sneeze) You got my vote, Emmeline...” Ali Moonbeam agreed.
“Emmeline's right, lamb-angel. Since you're not getting any better, I'm gonna call a doctor to examine you, okay?” Kirk Cuddy offered, removing the earloop mask, clear yellow gown, and gloves and dialing a number on Ali's phone.
“Do it, uncle Kirky... (hard cough)” Ali Moonbeam agreed, laying down on her queen-sized bed to take another nap.
“You'll be alright, tiger lily. I just know it.” Lily Henderson assured, gently tucking Ali in.
“Lily's right, little sis. Hopefully you'll get better eventually.” Emmeline Moonbeam agreed.
“Dr. Morales is on her way, sweetheart.” Kirk Cuddy smiled.
“That's nice, uncle Kirky... (cough)” Ali Moonbeam mumbled.
Ten minutes later, Kirk was waiting outside of Ali's grand penthouse suite to hear the results of his autistic friend and co-manager's prognosis. After what seemed to be hours, Dr. Amber Morales came out of the grand penthouse suite.
“Mr. Cuddy, I've examined your friend and she's suffering from a rare stomach bug which has destroyed her immune system.” Dr. Morales explained.
“Rutsey didn't know it when I told him not to do stupid things to my lamb-angel and now, his drunken ass is gonna be whipped!” Kirk Cuddy exclaimed.
“No need to fret, Kirk . These IV antibiotics should work like a charm. But until New Year's Eve, Ali's gonna be carefully monitored during her recovery.” Dr. Morales stated, bringing the pale and red-eyed Ali out, now covered in a red blanket and in a wheelchair.
“(sniff) Carefully monitored? Excellent... (sneeze) soon, I'll be away from that (hard cough) ass bastard formerly known as John Rutsey... (cough)” Ali Moonbeam smiled sickly, waving at Kirk as she is wheeled away.
“I'll make sure he doesn't go near you. Though, you might be enjoying a nice recovery in a more suitable, sterile environment.” Dr. Morales smirked, as she wheeled Ali to a rather large empty room.
“I didn't like it (sneeze) when you said 'suitable'... (hacking cough)” Ali Moonbeam gulped, as she and Dr. Morales entered the room where a sterile glass booth was shown.
“Don't worry. You'll be living inside this four-walled, four-sectioned glass booth. It's made of bulletproof fiberglass, so everyone can see how lucky you are.” Dr. Morales smiled, motioning a few female CDC doctors to gently carry the now-confused Ali from the wheelchair to a decontamination shower.
“Decontamination initiated. Cleaning subject for isolation.” A robotic voice droned.
At first, Ali was confused about it when she was being scrubbed down. She even exchanged her midnight blue pajamas for a white t-shirt, white pajama bottoms and white cotton socks during the decontamination process. But when Ali entered the glass booth, she knew that she was in protective isolation.
“Decontamination complete.” A robotic voice said.
“So; what do you think?” Dr. Morales asked.
“(hard cough) Holy Mary, Mother of God, when Rutsey sees me in this glass box, (sneeze) he's gonna put me in a circus... (hacking cough)” Ali Moonbeam gasped, realizing her quarantine.
“Don't worry. The CDC is talking to Mr. Rutsey that he will not go near your isolation chamber.” Dr. Morales assured.
“(cough) Well, that's good.” Ali Moonbeam nodded, but not before Rutsey's pissed-off voice was heard.
“What?! You're saying that I can't visit that slut?!” John Rutsey complained, rudely entering the room without knocking. “That's unfair! Last week, Adker and I shoved her in a coal mine, I dumped an entire vat of poison juice all over her, and this is the treatment she gets?!”
“Mr. Rutsey, shoving my quarantined patient into a coal mine, and dumping an entire vat of poison juice all over her is one thing, but trying to visit her has some strict consequences. One careless visit within fifteen feet of the glass booth, and your beaten ass will end up straight into federal jail with a grand total of the rest of this year behind bars.” Dr. Morales explained in a very strict tone of voice, motioning some CDC doctors to drag Rutsey out.
“Come on, Rutsey; you're coming with us!” A CDC doctor snapped.
“No! Go to Hell!” John Rutsey snarled, trying to fight back.
“Too bad, too sad.” Another CDC doctor sneered.
“NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! THIS ISN'T FAIR! I'M JOHN RUTSEY; I'M BETTER THAN ALL OF YOU! I'LL MAKE YOU SORRY, I'LL KILL YOUR FAMILIES! NOOOOOOOOOO!” John Rutsey screamed, as he was dragged out of the room by a couple of muscular male CDC doctors in business suits who are apparently on steroids.
“(sniff) These white clothes are very comfy, (hard cough) the glass walls aren't closing in on me (sneeze), and the oxygen circulating in this thing (cough) is really clean, and purified.” Ali Moonbeam blinked in astonishment.
“It keeps the microbes out of it. This section you are currently in is the living area. Like the rest of the sections, it circulates 100% germ-free oxygen, removes all traces of dust and in this room, with all the free-streaming HD channels you order, you get this free tote bag.” Dr. Morales explained nicely, putting a tote bag that said 'enjoy Charter TV' into an airlock, closing it and pressing a red button which sterilizes the tote bag with white mist.
“Whoa... (hacking cough) That thing can sterilize anything? (gag) Hot damn...” Ali Moonbeam gasped in astonishment.
When the sterilization process of the tote bag was complete, Ali opened the airlock, and she took the tote bag out. After Dr. Morales gave Ali a tour of her isolation chamber, she gave Ali a sterilized get-well present.
“Hope you enjoy your recovery. Anyway, I have a special surprise for you, as well as some sterilized food for the dining area.” Dr. Morales said, as she left.
Ali opened her package, and inside was indeed jarred and canned food of her favorite kinds of lovely delicacies, as well as plates, bowls, utensils, and napkins. But there was something else.
“(cough) Mr. Yum-Yum!” Ali Moonbeam cheered, holding her brown stuffed teddy bear with a red bowtie. “(hard cough) Dr. Morales sterilized it for me! (sniff) Thanks!”
As Ali adored her bear, some beeping was heard.
“Voice recognition granted; beginning to come towards the voice.” A robotic voice droned.
“What the-- What was that? (cough) Roboto!” Ali Moonbeam gasped in fear, as she laid into fetal position.
What came to Ali instead was a medium-sized robot that looked similar to the Robotic Operating Buddy, except with robotic human-like hands, and conveyor belt-like wheels.
“New owner has begun her sterilized confinement; does not compute.” The robot droned.
“(hard cough) Don't hurt me, Roboto! I'm a slave to pain!” Ali Moonbeam wailed.
“Greetings. I am ServantBot; version 2.0.” ServantBot 2.0 greeted.
“(sniff) ServantBot? You look a lot (hard cough) like an NES accessory.” Ali Moonbeam blinked.
“New owner seems shy yet friendly; analyzing American female carbon based life-form commonly referred to as Ali.” ServantBot 2.0 droned, scanning Ali's face with its sensor. “Analysis complete; new owner is 100% friendly and somewhat shy.”
“Uh... (cough) Thanks?” Ali Moonbeam blinked.
“Little lamb? How are you feeling?” Kirk Cuddy asked, entering the room to see his autistic friend, and co-manager inside the glass booth.
“(sniff) Uncle Kirky...” Ali Moonbeam said, placing her hands on the glass wall on the inside, and Kirk did the same on the outside of the glass booth.
“Well, who's that robotic fellow?” Kirk Cuddy asked.
“Greetings, British male carbon based life-form commonly referred to as Kirk Cuddy; ServantBot 2.0 at your service.” ServantBot 2.0 greeted.
“ServantBot is my robotic personal assistant (hard cough), it can respond to my requests (sneeze) and send messages.” Ali Moonbeam explained.
“Lamb-angel, Dr. Morales told me about your protective isolation. And I was proud of what the CDC did to Rutsey.” Kirk Cuddy smiled, removing his skull rings, bracelet, and his gold Rolex watch.
“Affirmative; Canadian male carbon based life-form commonly referred to as John Rutsey's actions towards mistress Ali, does not compute.” ServantBot 2.0 droned.
“I might (hard cough) need some cheering (cough) up after the coal mine and poison juice ordeals.” Ali Moonbeam mused, walking to her sleeping quarters, and laying down on her hypoallergenic bed.
“Oh, I bet I can cheer you up by doing something fun for you, little lamb. I bet I can tickle you, and make you laugh!” Kirk Cuddy grinned, as he fast-walked to the bed section, he reached his arms into the black neoprene gloves embedded to the bed section of the glass booth, and he started to tickle Ali's sides with his black-gloved hands.
“Hey! Hahahahahahaha! (hard cough) I'm ticklish! Hahahaha!” Ali Moonbeam laughed in amusement and joy.
A few seconds of this went by, and by the end of it, Ali was giggling despite getting short headaches.
“You're very cute when you laugh, am I quite right, little lamb?” Kirk Cuddy replied with a smile, softly stroking Ali's long red hair with his black-gloved hand.
“Hell, yeah. (hard cough) Remind me to wear comfy padding (sneeze) on my love handles next time. (sniff)” Ali Moonbeam suggested.
“Where's the fun in that?” Kirk Cuddy asked with a smirk, gently tickling Ali a little.
“(sneeze) Let's just hug, okay?” Ali Moonbeam smiled weakly.
“Okay...” Kirk Cuddy cooed, gently hugging Ali with his black-gloved arms.
Ali and Kirk were silent for a few seconds, and Kirk looked at Mr. Yum-Yum in Ali's arms as he's gently hugging her.
“How long have you had that toy, little lamb?” Kirk Cuddy asked.
“(sniff) You mean Mr. Yum-Yum?” Ali Moonbeam asked. “Since I was four years old... (hard cough) it's embarrassing that (cough) I still sleep with a cuddly toy… (sneeze) but it gives me such comfort. (gag) Please don't tell any of the others.”
“My lips are sealed.” Kirk Cuddy promised, gently rubbing Ali's back with his black-gloved hands. “I think it's really cute that you sleep with a teddy bear.”
Ali blushed very faintly, and she stretched out tiredly while yawning.
“(HARD cough) I think I'm gonna (sneeze) take a nap until dinner; I didn't sleep (cough) at all last night due to me (gag) throwing up in the bathroom. (sniff)” Ali Moonbeam mumbled.
“Good, let me help you get tucked in...” Kirk Cuddy assured gently, as he started to tuck his autistic friend and co-manager in.
Since he cared about his autistic friend and co-manager, Kirk proceeded to get Ali on her hypoallergenic bed in a comfortable position, gently placing Mr. Yum-Yum next to her, gently covering her in a mauve Egyptian cotton blanket and gently tucking her in.
“Thanks, uncle Kirky... (sneeze)” Ali Moonbeam replied.
“ServantBot can send me a message if something wrong happens.” Kirk Cuddy assured, taking his arms out of the black neoprene gloves and walking to to the door.
As he did that, Ali hugged Mr. Yum-Yum close to her as she attempted to get some sleep. Just a few moments later, she began to softly snore, and she let out cute little coughs and every now and then.
Kirk saw Ali from the door, and he smiled.
“She's really cute when she sleeps, innocent almost.” Kirk Cuddy noted.
But as Kirk was about to leave, Ali let out an almost frightened squeak; Kirk turned, and he saw that Ali looked scared, even though she was asleep.
“What's wrong, lamb?” Kirk Cuddy asked gently and worriedly.
“Adler? Rutsey? (cough) What am I doing (sneeze) in this tool shed... (soft sneeze) You're not gonna...” Ali Moonbeam whispered.
“She must be having a nightmare.” Kirk Cuddy whispered to himself.
As he got to the outside of Ali's bed section, Kirk felt conflicted as a choice presented itself to him; he could leave Ali to suffer, and rehearse… Or he could not take part in rehearsal and stay to make sure Ali was okay.
“Oh, my holy God... (soft sneeze) Please don't...” Ali Moonbeam muttered.
After a few moments of thought and consideration, Kirk made his choice.
“I wonder what she's dreaming of.” Kirk Cuddy pondered, as he pulled up a chair next to the glass booth, and he sat down.
With a heart of gold and a kind soul towards Ali, Kirk looked his autistic friend, and co-manager with look of worry and concern on his face; Ali was mumbling in her sleep.
“No… (soft cough) No… (soft sneeze) Please... (sniff) I'm sorry, please don't rape me, please.” Ali Moonbeam whispered in fear in her sleep.
“Heart rate's really high; pulse oxygen level's very low; blood pressure's rising and core body temperature's higher than normal; does not compute.” ServantBot 2.0 droned worriedly.
“Please... (sniff) No...” Ali Moonbeam whimpered in her unpleasant slumber.
Kirk was sitting by Ali's glass booth, and he was looking over his sleeping friend, and co-manager; on one hand, he really wanted to wake her up, and stop her suffering… But on the other hand, she might be freaked out if he did that. Concerned about Ali, he placed his hand on the outside of the glass booth.
For the past two hours, Ali had been mumbling a lot of things in her sleep… Highly unsettling, and sexual things. She kept mumbling things like 'don't rape me', 'I won't insult you again', and even 'no, not the double tag-team penis overture'.
“What could she be dreaming about?” Kirk Cuddy whispered to himself.
“Don't... (soft cough) Don't you dare...” Ali Moonbeam whimpered, shaking like a leaf.
But Kirk found out when he saw the screen on ServantBot.
Kirk was silent for a few seconds as he tried to comprehend what he was seeing. After that he looked disgusted. And then he looked utterly sickened.
“What... The... F***?” Kirk Cuddy said blankly.
What was the nightmare Kirk was seeing you ask?
The nightmare Ali was having was a recurring nightmare; it was the nightmare in which Steven Adler and John Rutsey were raping her in a tool shed.
“Analysis complete; mistress Ali is suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder; does not compute.” ServantBot 2.0 droned.
Ali screamed LOUDLY for ten minutes as she woke up from her nightmare. She looked violated and paranoid. But thankfully, the scream didn't shatter the glass.
“It was just a nightmare, just a nightmare... (HARD cough)” Ali Moonbeam whimpered, before Kirk looked at the bed section after hearing his autistic friend, and co-manager screaming.
“Are you okay, little lamb?” Kirk Cuddy asked worriedly.
Ali shrieked in fear, and she turned to face Kirk, to her relief.
“Uncle Kirky? (sniff) What are you doing here?” Ali Moonbeam asked.
“I was gonna leave, but I saw you were having a nightmare… I decided to stay here, and make sure you were okay.” Kirk Cuddy explained. “And it sounded like you were having a serious nightmare; you kept whimpering and saying things like 'don't rape me'. Anyway, what exactly were you dreaming about?”
“Uncle Kirky... (sniff) It was that nightmare again... (cough) But this time, Adler and Rutsey were tag-team raping me... (congested sob) In the same tool shed...” Ali Moonbeam whimpered. “Tell him, ServantBot.”
“Mistress Ali is suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder.” ServantBot 2.0 stated.
“He's r-r-r-right...” Ali Moonbeam said shakily.
“Post-traumatic stress disorder? Awww... My sweet baby lamb-angel's very traumatized from the rape nightmare.” Kirk Cuddy cooed worriedly, reaching his arms into the black neoprene gloves to hug his scared and autistic friend, and co-manager.
“I'm usually traumatized by child abuse; (hard cough) nasty ass criminals don't give (sniff) a flying damn about me... (congested sob)” Ali Moonbeam sniffled.
“Little lamb, everyone in Altoria gives a mighty big flying damn about you.” Kirk Cuddy said, as he gently placed a black-gloved hand on Ali's shoulder. “You're not hated.”
Despite the emotional trauma that she was feeling, Ali couldn't help but smile a little at the sincerity in Kirk's words.
“So, Ali... what's it like being away from Rutsey?” Kirk Cuddy asked.
“It's great; (sniff) the air is clean, (hard cough) I'm homeschooled, (sneeze) my food is specially-prepared, (gag) everything I eat, wear (cough) and/or touch is sterilized (cough), and the only contact with humans (HARD cough) come from these comfy black gloves.” Ali Moonbeam muttered.
“You okay after that nightmare?” Kirk Cuddy cooed.
“Yeah, I'm okay after that… (hard cough)” Ali Moonbeam said, as she started to shake, and close her eyes. “If you're gonna slap me (sneeze) and ground me for life (sniff), make it quick!”
However, Ali was brought into a black-gloved hug instead.
“Wha...” Ali Moonbeam blinked sadly.
“Slap you, and ground you for life? You only had a nightmare!” Kirk Cuddy replied. “These awful things happen from time to time…”
“But during my two-year enslavement (congested sob), McLean always saw happy dreams as disobedient, and (hard cough) punishable by whippings and spankings… (congested sniff)” Ali Moonbeam whimpered, tearing up a little.
“What does that sadistic ass bastard know? You're in your own city now, and everyone will treat you with love, understanding, care, guidance and respect.” Kirk Cuddy replied with a smile.
“Really?” Ali Moonbeam asked, as she was about to cry.
“And besides, you're a part-time co-manager of a metal band that cares about you now, boo!” Ghode smiled, entering the room with three gift-wrapped boxes, two large boxes, and one medium-sized box.
“See, little lamb? Even Ghode loves you! Everyone loves you, no matter what those sadistic bastards say about you!” Kirk Cuddy smiled as well.
All of a sudden, Ali started to cry as she sobbed onto the glass on the inside of the glass booth, her salty tears flowing down the glass wall.
“Aww... Don't cry, little lamb...” Kirk Cuddy said, hugging the crying Ali with his black-gloved hands.
“I'm not sure what to say… (congested sob) I used to do VERY hard labor (cough) during my two-year enslavement (sniff), but after six years of being cared about, I'm finally accepted... (HARD cough)” Ali Moonbeam sobbed.
“There, there, baby lamb…” Kirk Cuddy cooed, gently rubbing the crying Ali's back with his black-gloved hands, and gently rocking her back and forth. “Let it all out, honey kitten…”
As Ali was gently rocked back and forth by Kirk, she began to yawn, and she closed her bloodshot bluish-green eyes, softly snoring again.
Ghode was watching the scene, beside AC, who was also holding a gift-wrapped box.
“Wow… I guess Ali was forced to hold it in during her enslavement...” Ghode said.
“I don't blame you, Ghode.” AC replied, as they walked to the airlock, putting the gift-wrapped boxes in the airlock and closing it. Ghode presses the red button which sterilizes the boxes with white mist.
When the sterilization process of the boxes was complete, ServantBot 2.0 used its jacking mechanism, it opened the airlock, it took the boxes out, and it closed it.
After a few minutes, Ali calmed down as she woke up, she yawned, and she rubbed her bloodshot bluish-green eyes. She saw that ServantBot 2.0 was holding four boxes for its owner.
“Get-well presents for mistress Ali.” ServantBot 2.0 offered.
“Aw, ServantBot's got you gifts, little lamb.” Kirk Cuddy smiled.
“(sniff) Really?” Ali Moonbeam asked, as she accepted the gifts.
“Those big boxes are from Lily-senpai, the medium-sized box is from me and that semi-medium one is from AC-senpai.” Ghode explained.
Ali started opening the semi-medium box first, and inside it was a mauve Egyptian cotton blanket with Ali's name embroidered in gold stitching.
“(sniff) This blankie can be (sneeze) useful for my naptime... (cough)” Ali Moonbeam smiled, as she started to open the medium-sized box.
Inside that medium-sized box was an oxygen tank as well as a mask and nasal tubes. But there was something else inside it. It was a stuffed lamb with an angel's halo and wings.
“Awwww... (sniff) It's a stuffed lamb-angel (sneeze), like uncle Kirky-chan calls me as a sign of love... (hard cough)” Ali Moonbeam smiled, as she started to open the large box.
Inside that large box was a variety of American-dubbed manga and DVDs, as well as cute plushies for Ali to play with. But there was also something else inside it. It was a jumbo bean-bag Konata from Lucky Star, Lily's favorite anime.
“One more present to go... (hard cough)” Ali Moonbeam smiled, as she started to open the last large box.
Inside that large box was a collector's box of art supplies, two sketch pads, a box of sketching pens, and pencils. But there was something special wrapped up in a box. Curiously, she opened it… It was a painting of Lily and Ali holding hands.
“Awwwwwww... (sniff) Lily-senpai did a great job painting this for me... (sneeze)” Ali Moonbeam squeed, but not before Steven Adler rudely entered the room with a disgusted look on his face.
“What, has she taken a lethal swig of a paralysis cocktail? Major cripple alert!” Steven Adler laughed nastily.
“Something tells me that all hell's gonna break loose...” AC gasped.
“Definitely.” Ghode agreed in horror.
“I'm not a cripple... (cough) I just have a nasty (sneeze) stomach virus, that's all... (hard cough)” Ali Moonbeam mumbled.
“Adler better not...” AC gasped angrily.
“Hell yeah...” Ghode snarled.
“Please stop...” Ali Moonbeam whimpered.
“Face it, cripple; you're never gonna make it out in the real world in that glass box!” Steven Adler sneered.
“Stop it, Adler! She's in this bubble until New Year's Eve! And she's not a cripple; she's quarantined, you prick! If you know what's good for you, leave her alone!” Ghode snapped, cracking his knuckles in anger.
“Ghode's right, you Illuminati bastard!” AC snarled.
“Kirk, your conversation with the sick cripple is very touching... not.” Steven Adler smirked nastily.
“Get lost, Adler.” Kirk Cuddy frowned.
“No.” Steven Adler snapped.
“Yeah... l-l-l-l-leave me alone...” Ali Moonbeam said shakily.
“This doesn't involve you. Well, Ali... are you happy? Are you happy that you actually have friends? As if he, let alone anyone in the world, could possibly care about you. But I do have a good surprise for you…” Steven Adler said, as he taped a horrible drawing on the glass wall. It was a nasty stick figure drawing of Ali as a homeless person living out on the streets and Adler was also drawn on it, he was throwing beer cans at her and he was calling her a faggot hippie.
“Wha...” Ali Moonbeam gasped, tearing up again. Kirk, Ghode, and AC were offended, but Adler's torment didn't stop there.
“You see that? That is your future! Homeless, broken and on the streets? Hell yeah, you're going down the path that will end in your untimely death! You are the biggest mistake to ever happen in this world; to think it used to be such a beautiful place before you ruined it the day you were born. Personally, I would love to see you get torn to shreds by an angry mob wielding baseball bats, and razor blades… and judging by your reputation, that's what's probably gonna happen to you. Face it cripple, nobody will ever forgive you, the only career you could possible get now is being a hard-drinking stripper, not a bad thing. I doubt your family even loves you, and it's no wonder why you're are a failed abortion. And as for those scars on your body… where did they come from? I'd say from the main villains of the show beating you up for ruining their lives with your birth. Just do everyone a big-ass favor, and just… KILL YOURSELF!” Steven Adler cackled cruelly, flipping the bird at AC, Ali, Ghode and Kirk.
Adler looked quite satisfied with what he had said while everyone else looked horrified, but that was nothing to how Ali looked. Ali had salty tears forming in her bloodshot hazel eyes, and she was starting to shake a little.
“Y-y-y-you... r-rat... b-b-bastard...” Ali Moonbeam whimpered.
“You... son of a bitch, Adler...” AC gasped, angrily looking at Adler.
“What's the matter? Is the little baby gonna cry?” Steven Adler sneered.
That did it for Ali; she burst into tears and she ran to the living area. Once she got there, she curled into fetal position on her side, and she shivered.
“I hate you, Adler! I wish you were never born!” Ali Moonbeam sobbed, as a puddle of salty tears began to form.
Ghode's first instinct was to follow Ali and he was about to make sure she was alright, but after seeing the tearful expression on her face, and what Adler said and shown to her... something inside him snapped.
Ghode calmly walked over to Adler.
“What is it, Ghode?” Steven Adler asked.
Ghode punched Adler in the stomach with all his might.
“Oh, damn!” AC cringed.
“What the f--” Steven Adler was about to say, before getting punched by Ghode again.
“I'm gonna kill you!” Ghode roared, as he began to deliver fast and powerful punches into Adler's stomach, he then uppercut him and he sent the disobedient drummer stumbling backwards.
Adler quickly grabbed Ghode's hand and he tried to twist it, but Ghode simply used his other hand to yank Adler towards him and he smashed his skull into his own thick skull.
“That's it, Ghode! Keep it spicy! You know I love a good tussle!” Steven Adler cackled tauntingly, as he and Ghode continued their brawl.
“Burn in Hell, Adler!” Ghode snarled, as he dodged one of Adler's punches and he punched him harder in the jaw; he forced Adler to the ground and he began to attack him even harder than before while Kirk and AC looked on in horror and astonishment.
“No; you burn in Hell first, Ghode!” Steven Adler growled, as he coughed out some blood and he threw Ghode off him; he got up and he headbutted Ghode in the chest. After doing so, Adler ran out of the room.
“I'M GONNA KILL YOU, ADLER! YOU'RE GONNA REGRET SAYING THAT TO HER!” Ghode screamed in fury, as he ran out of the room after Adler.
“Ghode, no! Ali needs comforting now!” AC called.
“Oh, my bloody God; this is so not good...” Kirk Cuddy gulped, as he frantically took his arms out of the black neoprene gloves, and he ran to the outside of the living area.
“Guys, I just saw Ghode running towards Adler! This is much worse than that awful day at the veggie ceremony... And I am not telling you.” Lily Henderson exclaimed, as she ran into Ali's special room.
“I-I-I-I can hear (cough) your precious lullabies, grampy Cash...” Ali Moonbeam whimpered, thinking happy thoughts, and sucking her thumb.
“ADLER! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?! SHOW YOURSELF BEFORE I ROAST YOU ALIVE!” Ghode screamed, as he looked for Adler.
Had this been an actual episode, Krokus's Eat the Rich would start playing. Meanwhile, Adler was running down the stairs with a mix of fear and shock on his face.
“Ghode can't catch me now; I know an excellent hiding place where he--” Steven Adler was about to say before Ghode saw him on the stairs.
“OH, HELL NO! YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE UNTIL YOU TELL MY FRIEND YOU'RE SORRY!” Ghode roared, as he chased Adler down the stairs like a raging bull chasing a scared matador.
“As if! She's nothing but a major-ass cripple!” Steven Adler laughed tauntingly, flipping the bird at Ghode twice; but that made Ghode even more angrier.
“THAT DOES IT! YOU HAD THIS COMING SINCE MY INTRODUCTION!” Ghode barked, before he tackled Adler down the stairs and into the elevator.
When they got to the last floor of the mansion, Ghode was on the floor, smacking Adler in the face repeatedly, but Adler punched him in the nose, he got up and he ran to the lounge with Ghode chasing him.
“My God...” Tommy Bolin gasped.
“My money's on Ghode.” Bono said to Paul Weller.
“Agreed.” Paul Weller agreed.
“I'm with both of you on Ghode.” Bob Geldof agreed as well.
“Count me in on Ghode.” Rudolf Schenker agreed.
“All bets on Ghode!” Marc Bolan shouted in agreement.
“NO ONE... NO ONE ASSAULTS THE LEAD GUITARIST OF STEEL DRAGON! ADLER'S SO GOING DOWN!” Ghode roared, before he was met with a vase in his face, thrown by Adler.
“Ooh, that's gonna hurt in the morning...” Izzy Stradlin cringed.
“I'm with you, Izzy...” Susanna Hoffs cringed as well.
“You'll never get me, Jersey loser! Your mother was a broken-down motherf***ing piece of s*** who's had more drunken callers than the operator!” Steven Adler taunted, but that insult about Ghode's mother made him extremely angrier than before.
“He didn't...” Matthias Jabs gasped.
“He did...” Klaus Meine gasped as well.
“Kick his ass, Ghode! Charbroil those balls of his!” Pat Benatar demanded.
“WHY YOU LITTLE... YOU TAKE BACK WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT MY MOTHER, ADLER! YOU SHOULD SAVE YOURSELF A TRIP TO THE HOSPITAL WITH MANY BROKEN BONES ALL OVER THAT STUPID BODY OF YOURS, YOU MOTHERF***ING PRICK!” Ghode screamed, before he lifted a chaise longue, and he threw it at Adler, who dodged it in time.
“Did he just lift a chaise longue?! Such remarkable strength!” Brian Connolly gasped.
“Oh no, two men are fighting to the death; heavy!” Neil Pye gasped.
“Ghode seems pissed... How is he able to lift a chair?!” Steven Adler gasped, finally realizing Ghode's superhuman strength.
“Years of lifting weights and boxing... you bastard!” Ghode glowered, before Adler threw a tall lamp at him, but Ghode caught the tall lamp and he chased Adler with the tall lamp.
“I've been waiting all year for this! Yahahaha!” Steven Adler laughed maniacally, as he tried to lunge his fist at Ghode.
“F*** that, Adler! You'll never live to see daylight!” Ghode retorted, as he dodged to the side and he smacked Adler with the tall lamp; Adler quickly recovered and he uppercut Ghode backwards and to the floor. He stood over him.
“You're a maniac, Ghode!” Steven Adler growled, as he grabbed a metal pole and he tried to hit Ghode with it, but Ghode didn't flinch.
“Get him, get him! Burn his ass, Ghode!” Don Dokken cheered.
“Yeah! Kick his ass to China!” Sebastian Bach cheered as well.
“Wanna bet?” Ghode sneered at Adler, as he thrusted the tall lamp at Adler's stomach which knocked the wind out of him; this allowed him to get up and run to the roof while Adler chased him with the metal pole.
“Here I go!” Steven Adler laughed, as he leapt at Ghode and he brought the metal pole down; Ghode blocked it with the tall lamp, he managed to gain the upper hand in the blade lock and he sent Adler backwards.
Adler growled, as he grabbed Ghode over his shoulder and in the style of a wrestler, he smashed him to the ground.
“OW!” Ghode screamed in pain.
“Ooh... Right in the buckwheat farm...” Tony Hadley cringed.
“In pain are you? Don't forget, this is a fight to the death.” Steven Adler reminded, as he kicked Ghode two times.
“Like hell it is, Adler!” Ghode snarled, as he got up.
Ghode ran at Adler, and he uppercut him under the chin; this made Adler stagger backwards which allowed Ghode to start striking him repeatedly while he howled in pain. Adler quickly struck Ghode with a roundhouse kick and he then punched him in the stomach.
Ghode got up and he stomped on Adler's foot. Adler let out a scream of pain and he stumbled briefly; this brief moment was all that Ghode needed to strike him with a lot of force and then he punched him in the stomach.
“Ooh; damn!” Bruce Kulick cringed.
Adler let out a tribal scream as he grabbed Ghode by the neck. Ghode started to choke; Adler smirked slightly, and he slammed Ghode into the ground where he laid groaning in pain.
Ghode staggered to his feet with fiery hatred burning in his eyes and he swung the tall lamp at Adler's head; he staggered for a moment or two; Ghode then grabbed him by his legs and he began to spin around while Adler screamed. He let go, Adler was flung a few meters away, and he landed painfully on his back.
“You nasty rat Jersey bastard!” Steven Adler growled, as he got back up to his feet and he lunged at Ghode with the metal pole.
“A painful double whammy!” Lily Tomlin gasped in astonishment.
“I know, right?” Tommy Bolin asked.
Ghode barely managed to dodge and he saw that Adler was standing on the very edge of the roof; however, it was at the side of the roof, the hard concrete was very far below.
“THIS IS FOR MY FRIEND!” Ghode roared, as he lunged at Adler which sent both of them falling off the roof down towards the ground below.
“Get his ass, man! Do it!” Joey Tempest cheered.
“Hell, yeah! Kill him, Ghode!” Nancy Wilson cheered.
“Do it, Ghode! I believe in you!” Ann Wilson cheered.
“WAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Steven Adler screamed, as he fell; Ghode was holding him in a way which would give him 100% of the impact.
Down and down they fell…
Adler landed on his side into the ground and he wailed in pain, he tried to move... But Ghode was pinning him down to the ground. Adler couldn't believe it; Ghode was ten times stronger than him.
“No! Oh, please God, no! I'll do anything! I'll pay your band's taxes, I'll brush your wife's hair, I'll whore myself for money, just please don't kill me!” Steven Adler begged.
"Begging for mercy? Ironic request coming from a complete piece of s***! Did you honestly think you could cause so much semi-practical jokes and never suffer any form of retribution? You've had many chances to change your ways… yet you ignored them all! The time has come for you to pay for your heinous actions, Adler!” Ghode snarled, as he got up, and he raised both the tall lamp, and the metal pole.
“Oh, my God...” Steven Adler gulped.
“Holy s***...” Steve Priest gasped.
“Holy s*** indeed...” Andy Scott agreed.
“This one's from my mother!” Ghode snapped.
“OW!” Steven Adler wailed.
“This one's from Mats!” Ghode snapped.
“OW!” Steven Adler wailed.
“This one's from Kirk!” Ghode snapped.
“OW!” Steven Adler wailed.
“This one's from Lily!” Ghode snapped.
“OW!” Steven Adler wailed.
“This one's from Ali!” Ghode snapped.
“OW!” Steven Adler wailed.
“Oh dear; two of the same from Bobby... but don't worry, I kept the damn receipt!” Ghode snapped.
Adler was sobbing, and screaming in pure AGONY as Ghode raised both the tall lamp, and the metal pole one last time, and everyone gasped in horror.
“No one's gonna help you out of this!” Ghode snarled.
“Rutsey! Help me!” Steven Adler sobbed.
“You two just HAD to tell Ghode to kill Adler, didn't you?!” Don Dokken snapped at Ann and Nancy.
“Holy mother of God, I can't watch...” David Bowie gasped, as he turned away from the fight. Bobby Beers hugged his gay partner, looking shocked as well.
“Oh, my God; the FCC's gonna be on our ass when they see this. We can't risk having an assload of lawsuits...” Michael Schenker gasped.
“Indeed...” Klaus Meine agreed.
“Please don't do this, Ghode! You'll get arrested!” Matthias Jabs warned.
“Don't do it, Ghode! Don't kill him!” Paul Shortino warned as well, but Ghode ignored him.
“Goodbye, you nasty son of a bitch...” Ghode glowered.
But before Ghode could deliver the final blow, he felt something hit his shoulder blade... It was a tranquilizer dart and the owner of that dart came from Mats and he was holding a tranquilizer gun.
“Don't do it, Ghode.” Mats warned. Ghode was silent as he dropped the two objects.
“Why shouldn't I?” Ghode asked, as the tranquilizer started to take effect.
“You're better than Adler; don't be like him. Letting him die would be an illegal punishment for him.” Jorgen reasoned.
“I'm not letting him get away with it; he's evil, he's nasty, he's a psycho… He… He…” Ghode said, as the sedative started to make him feel drowsy.
“Ghode, he shouldn't have shown Ali that awful drawing. The feds will take care of it.” Lily Henderson assured.
“If you kill him, you'll hate yourself forever, Ghode.” Mick Tucker said.
“Lily and Mick's right; and Kirk's comforting Ali now. Adler shouldn't have traumatized her like that.” Jorgen explained.
Ghode was silent as the tranquilizer started to take its course and then he looked at the bloodied and beaten Adler, who is being cuffed by the Altorian Police Department.
“Oh, my God; what have I done...” Ghode whispered, before he fell facedown to the ground, knocked out due to the tranquilizer's effect.
“Looks like he's gonna be asleep for a while.” Mats said.
“Is he gonna be okay?” Lily Henderson asked.
“He'll be fine; it's just a mild sedative, a very mild one at that. Give him two hours, and he should be fine.” Mats assured, as AC and Mick Tucker picked up Ghode and they carried him back to the mansion.
“Oh, my God; Ghode has enough tranquilizers in his body to take down an angry rhino.” Mick Tucker remarked with a smirk.
“I'll say.” AC laughed at Mick's remark.
A few minutes later, Adler was handcuffed and he was restrained by government officials; he would soon get five days of community service.
“I hope you begin your community service tomorrow morning, Adler. Let's just say that there's gonna be lots of angry fans wielding cattle prods and whips while you're picking up trash.” The lead cop said.
“You can't do this to me!” Steven Adler wailed, as he was hauled into a SWAT van and he was restrained to a seat.
“You can tell it to a judge, but we have so much evidence and proof that I'd advice you plead guilty... realistically, a trial won't be needed.” The cop continued.
“What about my co-horts? Rutsey? Pete? Ace? Bon?! What about them?! They're on my side!” Steven Adler asked, looking like he was going to cry.
“Relax; you're not the only one getting community service; your so-called 'co-horts' will be serving the same sentence as you.” The cop said, as the SWAT team hauled Adler's co-horts into the SWAT van and they restrained them to seats.
“NO! MY PRANKING BUSINESS! NO! UNHAND US!” Steven Adler screamed, before being silenced with a smack from the barrel of the cop's gun.
“Ah, shut up, you skin puppet.” Paul Shortino smirked.
Meanwhile back in Ali's special room, Ali was catatonic, she was shivering, and she was laying on her hypoallergenic bed in the glass booth. ServantBot 2.0 was analyzing her to see if she had lasting side effects from the emotional blow from Adler.
“Analysis complete; mistress Ali has no effects from American male carbon based life-form commonly referred to as Steven Adler's insulting drawing.” ServantBot 2.0 droned, removing the electrodes from Ali's forehead and arms.
“Looks like baby lamb's gonna need some mental therapists, and behavioral therapists to help her out with her nightmares and troubled past. She's a nervous wreck when it comes to harsh times like this.” Kirk Cuddy said.
Ali's bloodshot bluish-green eyes opened, and she saw that Kirk was rubbing her forehead with his black-gloved hand.
“H-h-hey, uncle Kirky... (sniff)” Ali Moonbeam said shakily.
“Little lamb-angel, how are you feeling? You look very fatigued.” Kirk Cuddy cooed, taking his arms out of the black neoprene gloves.
“I do... (sniff) is Adler gone? (hard cough) Please tell me (sneeze) that he's been arrested...” Ali Moonbeam pleaded.
“He is. Adler and his punk-ass friends were charged with discrimination, and they were given five days of community service.” Kirk Cuddy assured, gently rubbing the glass wall on the outside of Ali's glass booth.
“And besides, you're safe in the comfort of a sterilized plastic bubble, little boo.” Jorgen smiled, walking into the room.
“You're absolutely right; (HARD cough) I am. It's getting (sneeze) close to dinner; during that time, (sniff) I should have my antibiotic treatment. (cough)” Ali Moonbeam stated, as she grabbed an IV pole and a butterfly syringe.
“Antibiotics? Dr. Morales prescribed them for you?” Jorgen asked.
“Yes; (hard cough) I have a rare stomach virus (cough) attacking my immunites; hence my (sneeze) flu-like symptoms along (sniff) with a low immune system. (hacking cough) These IV bags will help.” Ali Moonbeam explained as she inserted the IV needle into her left hand, taping the needle, putting a tube in the needle and hanging an IV bag to the pole.
As Ali dragged the IV pole to the dining area, she picked her sterilized food; she picked jarred shrimp and she began to open the jar with ease.
“Little lamb, looks like you're the best bubble girl of this bunch... should we propose a toast and say grace?” Kirk Cuddy replied.
“Hell, yeah... (gag)” Ali Moonbeam nodded as ServantBot 2.0 inserted the tube into the IV bag.
Soon enough, Ali, Kirk and Jorgen closed their eyes and bowed their heads down.
“In the beginning, back in 1955, man didn't know about a rock and roll show and all that jive. White men had the schmaltz and black men had the blues. No one knew what they were gonna do, but Tschaikovsky had the news. He said let there be light, sound, drums, guitar, let there be rock.” Jorgen prayed.
“And a toast to Adler being arrested.” Kirk Cuddy added.
“Amen, motherf***er.” Ali Moonbeam finished, as they raised their heads and opened their eyes.
“Salud.” Jorgen said as they began to eat.
As they began to eat dinner, Ali felt happiness in her heart and soul, but her nightmares weren't over for another week... let's just say that it involves a sadistic television host... but we'll save that for another story.