yuffie is a crack addict

Much to the dismay of everyone else onboard the airship, Yuffie had recovered enough from her sickness to start yelling again.

And yell she did, cuz hey, sometimes words need to have a little volume with them. And the last time she saw Denzel she learned about the joys of the zors. Zors were sentence enhancers, he explained, and like all the cool kids said zors like all the time and she was cool, wasn't she? Hell yeah, she was! And besides, being cool wasn't too hard of a thing to accomplish, if the only requirement was attaching zors to the end of words. Or sounds. Or just saying zors by itself.

She had thrown up a whole lot and thus her coolness factor had been severely depleted. After yakking up some pocky that she had the misfortune of consuming before flight, Yuffie came to the conclusion that it would be a grand time to yell some shit.

And to direct it at Vincent.

"Vinnie," she said in a perfectly reasonable tone. "Vinnie-zors," she said a bit louder. "Yuffie-zors!" She declared, flapping her arms around.

Cloud shook his head furiously, a vain attempt to dislodge her voice from his ears. "Yuffie," he said, his voice pleading and emo, "Please."

"Please-zors!" Yuffie yelled back at him before collapsing into a fit of giggles that made her innards slop around like stale jello. "Man, Denzel was right. Zors improve everything. Everything-zors. Vinnie," she said, completely ignoring Cloud and his whine of doom, "Say a zors for me. Just once. Just once and I swear I'll be happy foever. And I'll even give back the fire materia I stole from you yesterday. Yesterday-zors."

Vincent's silent, as per usual, and the gape in the conversation spanned a lifetime. "Gawd," Yuffie said at last, filling her mouth with words lest her stomach get other ideas, "Fine-zors. See if you ever get Fire back. Back-zors. Vinnie-zors. Whee-zors!"

"Weezers?" Cloud apparently had recovered from his meloncholy enough to be mildly interested in the ninja. "Are you talking about Cid?"

"That old windbag? Man, he wishes. He wishes that he were cool enough for a zors. Anyway, I'm busy now trying to get Vinnie-zors to stop being such a boring corpse with a stick up his ass-zors and interact with us like a normal human-zors. Zors, Vinnie. Gimme a zors."

"I hardly think that constitutes normalcy," he spoke at last. His tone was mild enough, but Yuffie could hear his unspoken judgement on zors and its users. Damn, he fit a lot into those silences.

"Gawd, would it kill you to humor me for once? For once-zors? It totally wouldn't, since you're a zombie. So there. There-zors. Gimme one. Just one and I swear I'll stop-zors. If you don't, I'm gonna have to start screaming zors over and over again and maybe even make up a song about them and that'll make Cloud pretty damn sad and he might cry. And you don't want to make Cloud cry-zors, do ya? Unless you secretly hate him and have been planning this all along in which case you're even more evil that I previously thought-zors."