Heero: * is bent over his laptop muttering*
Duo: * is leaning over his shoulder, much to the annoyance of Heero*
Whatcha doin, Heero?
Heero: Piss off, Duo.
Duo: The famous ' piss off, Duo' works it's magic again. Why don't you ever
piss off, Heero?
Heero: Coz I'm not the annoying one!
Duo: Oh, I don't know. Let's ask everyone out there what they think. *
looks at the audience* Okay people, who's more annoying, Heero or me?
Audience: HEERO!!!
Relena: Heeeeeeeee-eeeeeeerrrrrrrooooooo!!! *runs down onto the stage and
plants a kiss on Heero's cheek* Hi Heero!
Duo:* whimpers* It's the stalker. * gets a suggestive glint in his eye* I
know, I'll leave them alone. Maybe they'll find that double bed over there
useful. * sniggers, then leaves*
Relena: Oh, good. We're finally alone.
Heero: Piss off Relena.
Relena: * pouts* That wasn't very nice, Heero!
Heero: Fine then. Relena, I hate you. I do not love you. I hate it when you
kiss me. I hate it when you touch me. I hate it how you always interfere
with my battles. I hate what you wear. I hate your limousine. I. Hate.
you!!! Soo.. Piss OFF!!!
Relena: * tear rolls down cheek*
Heero: Didn't you hear me?
Relena: * another tear rolls down cheek*
Heero: * sigh* Grr.. * goes back to whatever he's doing on the computer*
Quatre: * walks in holding a cup of tea* Hello Heero, Miss Relena. Would
you like to come have tea with me?
Relena: * another tear rolls down her cheek as she nods* * allows herself
to be led out of the room*
Heero: Finally, some piece and quiet.
Duo: * walks in, pulls Heero's hair, then walks out*
Heero: That's it. * starts thinking of some form of revenge* Hmmm. *
lightbulb!* * picks up a pair of scissors* Bye bye, Braidy! * tiptoes out*
Meanwhile. Relena: * has stopped crying and is sipping tea* So Quatre, how are your sisters?
Quatre: Don't. Ask. Relena; Why not? Quatre: I do not want to talk about them. So Relena, I've always wanted to find a bit about you. Would you care to tell me something? Relena: Well, I absolutely adore Heero and pink- Wufei: * walks by* well THAT'S a surprise! I think I'll just faint from shock! * goes off to make a few adjustments to Nataku* Trowa: *walks in, pours himself a cup of tea, and sits down* Hi Quatre, Relena. Relena: Hello Trowa, how are you?
Trowa: Fine thanks. *takes a sip of his tea* Quatre: * is sipping his tea* Relena: * sips her tea* Trowa: * sips again* Quatre: * sips* Relena: * sipping* Duo: * walks in* I wanna get a dog!
Quatre: No, Duo. Duo: * whining* Why not? Quatre: Because dogs are noisy. Duo: Let's see if they reckon a dog would be cool to have * to the audience* Reckon we should get a dog? Audience: Yeah!!!!! Duo: * smugly* Heh. Well, sorry Quatre- boy, but we're gettin' a dog. Trowa: * gets up* I'll go with him to make sure he doesn't bring home a wolf instead. Who knows, maybe having a cute little puppy 'round might be cool. Duo * grabs Trowa's wrist and drags him out* See you guys later!!! Trowa: Whoa, not so fast Duo! The pet store won't run away before you get there. On second thought, maybe it will. Duo: * glares at Trowa* Trowa: Sorry, sorry. Duo: * stops glaring, and keeps pulling Trowa along*
At The Pet Store The Manager: * spots Duo heading towards the shop* quick! Close up before that retard gets here! Sales clerk: * hurries over to lock the door but isn't fast enough* Sorry, boss. The Manager: * sighs* It's okay. We tried. Duo: Hello. We'd like a dog. Trowa: A puppy. Duo: Yeah. A puppy. One with big brown ears and brown eyes that just melt your heart and- Sales clerk: I think we have just the one. * picks up a puppy that fits Duo's description perfectly* Here we go!
Duo: Oh! He's cute! We'll take him * pays them, then leaves, dragging Trowa behind him with one hand, and holding the puppy with the other* The Manager: How long do you reckon it'll take him to realise that it's mechanic? Sales clerk: With his IQ, it'll take him years to figure it out. Shop: * suddenly blows up* Sales clerk: * flying through the air* Apparently he's smarter than we thought. The Manager: * looks at the Sales clerk and grins* Nah. * lands, and dies* Sales clerk: * follows his boss' example*
Meanwhile. Relena: * has stopped crying and is sipping tea* So Quatre, how are your sisters?
Quatre: Don't. Ask. Relena; Why not? Quatre: I do not want to talk about them. So Relena, I've always wanted to find a bit about you. Would you care to tell me something? Relena: Well, I absolutely adore Heero and pink- Wufei: * walks by* well THAT'S a surprise! I think I'll just faint from shock! * goes off to make a few adjustments to Nataku* Trowa: *walks in, pours himself a cup of tea, and sits down* Hi Quatre, Relena. Relena: Hello Trowa, how are you?
Trowa: Fine thanks. *takes a sip of his tea* Quatre: * is sipping his tea* Relena: * sips her tea* Trowa: * sips again* Quatre: * sips* Relena: * sipping* Duo: * walks in* I wanna get a dog!
Quatre: No, Duo. Duo: * whining* Why not? Quatre: Because dogs are noisy. Duo: Let's see if they reckon a dog would be cool to have * to the audience* Reckon we should get a dog? Audience: Yeah!!!!! Duo: * smugly* Heh. Well, sorry Quatre- boy, but we're gettin' a dog. Trowa: * gets up* I'll go with him to make sure he doesn't bring home a wolf instead. Who knows, maybe having a cute little puppy 'round might be cool. Duo * grabs Trowa's wrist and drags him out* See you guys later!!! Trowa: Whoa, not so fast Duo! The pet store won't run away before you get there. On second thought, maybe it will. Duo: * glares at Trowa* Trowa: Sorry, sorry. Duo: * stops glaring, and keeps pulling Trowa along*
At The Pet Store The Manager: * spots Duo heading towards the shop* quick! Close up before that retard gets here! Sales clerk: * hurries over to lock the door but isn't fast enough* Sorry, boss. The Manager: * sighs* It's okay. We tried. Duo: Hello. We'd like a dog. Trowa: A puppy. Duo: Yeah. A puppy. One with big brown ears and brown eyes that just melt your heart and- Sales clerk: I think we have just the one. * picks up a puppy that fits Duo's description perfectly* Here we go!
Duo: Oh! He's cute! We'll take him * pays them, then leaves, dragging Trowa behind him with one hand, and holding the puppy with the other* The Manager: How long do you reckon it'll take him to realise that it's mechanic? Sales clerk: With his IQ, it'll take him years to figure it out. Shop: * suddenly blows up* Sales clerk: * flying through the air* Apparently he's smarter than we thought. The Manager: * looks at the Sales clerk and grins* Nah. * lands, and dies* Sales clerk: * follows his boss' example*