Disclaimers: *sarcasm* Yeah, I own Gundam Wing *has random blunt objects thrown at her* okay, okay...please don't sue, you'd only get some change and a lot of manga. I'm not really sure who Gundam Wing belongs to, and the movie Monty Python and the Holy Grail belongs Python (Monty) Pictures. I belong to myself, thank you very much. Now on with the show!
[Author steps on the stage wearing a blue fishtail gown, and sweatdrops when she realizes everyone else is only wearing jeans and t-shirts. She flicks it away, and steps up to the microphone at the middle of the stage]
Mitsukai-hime: Welcome minna, to the opening of my first fic! Please review it! Anyhoo, I'd like to thank you all for coming and with out further ado...
[nothing happens]
Mitsukai-hime: *whispers* that's you cue!
[a rope falls out of the sky. Mitsukai mutters something about having to do everything yourself and pulls it. The background on the stage falls away, revealing a huge TV screen, which starts playing...]
And now...
A chibi-angel inc. production of
THE QUEST FOR THE HOLY GUNDAM
Starring:
Heero Yuy
Duo Maxwell
Trowa Barton
Quatre Rabarba Winner
Wufei Chang
Zechs Marquise
Treize Khushrenada
Lucretia Noin
Relena Darlian
Dorothy Catalonia
Catherine Bloom
Sally Po
Hilde Schbeiker
Lady Une
A famous historian
Rebel troops
Pro-Treize people
Extras
Oz troops with a silly French accent
[We're sorry for the silliness of this introduction. Those who were responsible have been sacked]
Scene 1
[The scene opens with the wind blowing around the hilly ground. Out of the mist comes none other than- Heero, pretending to ride a horse, and his servant, who is banging to coconuts together. They stop at a castle]
Soldier in Castle1: Who goes there?
King Heero: It is I, Heero, adopted son of Dr. J, from the colony of L-1. King of the bishonen, defeater of OZ, sovereign of all the colonies!
SiC1: Pull the other one!
King Heero: I am, and this is my faithful servant Patsy. We have ridden across the land in search of knights who will join me in my court at Camelot. I must speak with your lord and master.
SiC1: What, rode on a horse?
King Heero: Yes.
SiC1: But you're using coconuts!
King Heero: Nani?
SiC1: You've got two empty coconut halves and you're banging 'em together!
King Heero: So? We have ridden far and wide, {'longe lateque' in Latin. And I thought taking Latin was a bad idea! See how much I've learned!} through winter, the Sank Kingdom, and-
SiC1: Where'd you get the coconuts?
King Heero: We found them.
SiC1: In the Sank kingdom? The coconut's tropical!
King Heero: So?
SiC1: This is a temperate zone.
King Heero: The swallow may fly south with the sun or the house martin or the robin may seek warmer climes in winter, but these are not strangers to our land.
SiC1: Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate?
King Heero: They could be carried.
SiC1: What, a swallow carrying a coconut?
King Heero: He could grip it by the husk.
SiC1: It doesn't matter where he grips it, it's a matter of weight ratios! A five-ounce bird could not carry a one pound coconut.
King Heero: Hn. Well, go tell your master that Heero from the court of Camelot is here.
SiC1: Well, in order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow must beat its wings 43 times a second, right?
King Heero: Omae o korosu.
SiC1: Am I right?
King Heero: I don't care!
SiC2: It could be carried by an African swallow.
SiC1: But not an European swallow, that's what I'm trying to say.
SiC2: But then of course...no, African swallows are non-migratory.
[Heero 'rides' away with a disgusted look on his face. Patsy follows.]
SiC1: Yeah, they couldn't bring the coconut back anyway...
SiC2: But what if two swallows carried it on a line?
SiC1: You mean, held under the dorsal guiding feathers?
SiC2: Well, why not?
[Puts the TV on pause] That's it for now, folks. If you like it, I'll write more. But please review anyway. Constructive criticism, baby!
[Author steps on the stage wearing a blue fishtail gown, and sweatdrops when she realizes everyone else is only wearing jeans and t-shirts. She flicks it away, and steps up to the microphone at the middle of the stage]
Mitsukai-hime: Welcome minna, to the opening of my first fic! Please review it! Anyhoo, I'd like to thank you all for coming and with out further ado...
[nothing happens]
Mitsukai-hime: *whispers* that's you cue!
[a rope falls out of the sky. Mitsukai mutters something about having to do everything yourself and pulls it. The background on the stage falls away, revealing a huge TV screen, which starts playing...]
And now...
A chibi-angel inc. production of
THE QUEST FOR THE HOLY GUNDAM
Starring:
Heero Yuy
Duo Maxwell
Trowa Barton
Quatre Rabarba Winner
Wufei Chang
Zechs Marquise
Treize Khushrenada
Lucretia Noin
Relena Darlian
Dorothy Catalonia
Catherine Bloom
Sally Po
Hilde Schbeiker
Lady Une
A famous historian
Rebel troops
Pro-Treize people
Extras
Oz troops with a silly French accent
[We're sorry for the silliness of this introduction. Those who were responsible have been sacked]
Scene 1
[The scene opens with the wind blowing around the hilly ground. Out of the mist comes none other than- Heero, pretending to ride a horse, and his servant, who is banging to coconuts together. They stop at a castle]
Soldier in Castle1: Who goes there?
King Heero: It is I, Heero, adopted son of Dr. J, from the colony of L-1. King of the bishonen, defeater of OZ, sovereign of all the colonies!
SiC1: Pull the other one!
King Heero: I am, and this is my faithful servant Patsy. We have ridden across the land in search of knights who will join me in my court at Camelot. I must speak with your lord and master.
SiC1: What, rode on a horse?
King Heero: Yes.
SiC1: But you're using coconuts!
King Heero: Nani?
SiC1: You've got two empty coconut halves and you're banging 'em together!
King Heero: So? We have ridden far and wide, {'longe lateque' in Latin. And I thought taking Latin was a bad idea! See how much I've learned!} through winter, the Sank Kingdom, and-
SiC1: Where'd you get the coconuts?
King Heero: We found them.
SiC1: In the Sank kingdom? The coconut's tropical!
King Heero: So?
SiC1: This is a temperate zone.
King Heero: The swallow may fly south with the sun or the house martin or the robin may seek warmer climes in winter, but these are not strangers to our land.
SiC1: Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate?
King Heero: They could be carried.
SiC1: What, a swallow carrying a coconut?
King Heero: He could grip it by the husk.
SiC1: It doesn't matter where he grips it, it's a matter of weight ratios! A five-ounce bird could not carry a one pound coconut.
King Heero: Hn. Well, go tell your master that Heero from the court of Camelot is here.
SiC1: Well, in order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow must beat its wings 43 times a second, right?
King Heero: Omae o korosu.
SiC1: Am I right?
King Heero: I don't care!
SiC2: It could be carried by an African swallow.
SiC1: But not an European swallow, that's what I'm trying to say.
SiC2: But then of course...no, African swallows are non-migratory.
[Heero 'rides' away with a disgusted look on his face. Patsy follows.]
SiC1: Yeah, they couldn't bring the coconut back anyway...
SiC2: But what if two swallows carried it on a line?
SiC1: You mean, held under the dorsal guiding feathers?
SiC2: Well, why not?
[Puts the TV on pause] That's it for now, folks. If you like it, I'll write more. But please review anyway. Constructive criticism, baby!