Note: I do not own Trigun, “Vash ‘the Stampede’,” Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Milly Thompson nor Meryl Stryfe. They all belong to the incomparable Mr. Yasuhiro Nightow.
Not long ago, Sempai and I
Were called in by the Chief
The new tasks he then gave to us
Could make our lives quite brief
"The Humanoid Typhoon," he said,
"You must now go and find."
Such words he chose, as you might guess
Did fail to calm my mind
I asked Meryl what she did think
"Should we job-hunting go?"
From chest to shoes my heart did sink
At her emphatic "no"
For months we searched, and nothing found
But rumors wild and grim
We then met that odd gentle man
Who had a goofy grin
I wondered if he might be Vash
But Meryl, she did not
"A man like him," she assured me,
"Is not the one we've sought!"
'Twas disappointment I felt then
So silly yet so kind
"A good companion he could be"
Thus thought my untried mind
A huge surprise awaited us
Mistaken was Sempai