She gets hung up on cook, endlessly repeating it like a broken record.
During all this Krillin comes home to find his wife standing mostly naked in their kitchen, and stuck in a loop.
No.18 stopped as soon as she heard his voice, slowly turning around to face him and tilting her head to the left, giving him a great view of her new smile.
No.18 blankly stared at him for a few seconds before there was a louder-than-average beep, her face immediately blushed red and she started giving him bedroom eyes, even though her eyes were still as empty as ever.
She suddenly pinned him as he tried to reach for his phone, not showing any signs of wanting to stop.
She then suddenly tilted her head to the left as she repeated the line, stuck in yet another loop.
She repeated that pattern of line and head tilt for almost a full minute before another beep sounded out from inside her.
There was a bang from inside her head that seemed to seal 18’s fate, smoke drifting out of her ears as she stared at Krillin, head lolling to the side as she repeated one last line.
There wasn’t a way to stop her, No. 18 had just been bricked right in front of her husband. He managed to wriggle out of her pin, and longingly looked back at her mindlessly babbling body as he dialed Bulma’s number.
