Angel lay in her cell in Gantu's ship. Her eyes were red from crying. Her antennas were scarred from trying to escape so many times. She hadn't smiled since she was captured. She felt as if her heart had been torn out. Her fur no longer had its shine from lack of grooming. She felt no point in living without her buchi bu, without her Stitch.
"Hey hotcakes," said 625 as he walked in carrying a sandwich, "ya hungry?" She shook her head. "Still not talking eh?" He plopped down next to the cell. "Why don't ya like me?" She looked at him as if it was obvious. "What does he have that I don't huh? If it's his strength I have that." Angel rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me he's better look'n!" He cried. She giggled. "Well that's a start."
"625," bellowed Gantu, "leave the trog alone she'll be cloned soon and I don't want any funny business."
Angel cocked her head. "What do you mean cloned?" yelled 625.
"It means to make duplicates of yourself and-" Gantu started.
"No, I know what it means blubberhead! But why does she have to be cloned, I mean, you're not using the cloning machine that cuts you in half are you?"
"Do you know any other cloning machine?" snorted Gantu.
"As a matter of fact yes, Dupe." Replied 625.
"We can't use him because, 625, when Dupe makes clones, the clones won't be as strong as her, besides, she's already weak enough as it is." Angel looked down. 'Am I weak? Am I just a bother? Am I Just a pretty face?' Angel pummeled these thoughts in her mind.
The machine buzzed. On the screen appeared a male experiment that looked almost identical to Stitch except he's black, had grey stripes where Stitch's lighter blue stripes are, and has a black beret on. "Experiment 620 activated, primary function, making female experiments fall in love with him."
"This'll be perfect!" exclaimed Gantu, "I can capture him, and make him capture the female experiments."
"Or, you'll get your keezer kicked buy Stitch and the girl." Stated 625.
"That won't happen." Gantu growled. He stormed toward the exit grabbing a capture capsule on the way out. Angel and 625 watched him leave the room.
Once he was out of view 625 said "Considering that you're about to be. . . um. . . how do I put this. . .er. . . cut in half would you like a sandwich?" Angel burst into tears. "Oh shoot I made you cry, I'm sorry, I promise, I'll try to change Hamsterwheel's mind about the whole thing, okay?" Angel glared at him. 'Great now he's trying to impress me, because I have a pretty face.' Angel kept her glare, but it started to cease as she thought of the idea of being with her buchi bu. She slowly nodded her head. "Sooo, you still want a sandwich Angelcakes?"
She took a deep breath, "Ih, fi mega naga Angelcakes!"
"Ok, ok, I won't call you angelcakes . . . . How about Hotcakes?"
She glared at him again,
"Will you be my buchi bu?" he asked.
"Naga! Meega Angel! Meega Stitchy's buchi bu!"
625 shrugged "Can't blame a guy for trying."
