When Zell ran outta yel... I mean Gel!
by: zhakeena
Notes, disclaimers and such: This fic wasn't meant to insult some countries, and by the way, I DON'T OWN FF8, DAMMIT ALL!!!!!!!!!!!! ehem. And all the typos in the dialogues are purposedly made, alright? And if you don't understand a thing, well, boo-hoo. You can always ask................................................. Here we go!
(okay. The narrator's lines are supposedly in bold, but for some reason, when I upload the document, the font, size and italizations are changed, dammit all! here's hoping that at least one of my documents get uploaded the way it was.....)
In the peaceful place called Balamb Garden (right. peaceful.) dwelled our friend, Zell Dincht. One day, he awoke with a rancid smell of mustard and rootbeer. Who knows why? All Zell knows is that he needs a bath.
Zell: Is this the part when I should talk?
Yes.... so start talkin'!!!!
Zell: But... do I really have to talk like this? (points to script)
Yes, you do, Mr. Dincht... So do it!!! The people are waiting!!!
Zell: Ugghhhrrrrr!!! (ahem.) Oi! Aye bane theenking aye need a bath!(in manner like a Svenson... or something.)
So Zell, in all his..... um, er, foreigness, (i guess...) waltzed into his bathroom with all the grace of a ...person who needs a bath.
Zell: (stumbles in bathroom) Vere be de tovels? (Where are the towels?)
So he took his bath. But afterwards, his hair wasn't at all like its usual spikyself. In fact, it drooped somewhat... like it was dowsed in hot oil.
Zell: Oi! Vat happened tew my hair??!! Oh, vell... Aye yoost get my tub o yel!!! (tub of gel!!!)
Zell grabbed his trusty tub of yel... I mean gel! gel... But much to his dismay, gel there was no more...
Zel: Oh me pink undervears! Aye bane run out of yel!
He frantically ran to every corner, every um... searchable area of his dorm in search of his beloved hair gel. But in vain.
Zell: Yaaaaaaggghhhh!!!! How could aye haff run out of hair yel?
Gee, I don't know, Mr. Dincht... Maybe because you empty 2 jars a day?!
Zell: Oh, yeah....
............. (hey! this is the part where you should be freakin' out and such!!!)
Zell: (snap!) OI! DER DOIKE EES LEEKING!!! DER DOIKE EES LEEKING!!!
Zell ran around in circles, screaming weird... stuff while pulling his hot- oiled-looking hair in ways even he doesn't understand. He was making such a noise that it woke all of his neighbors. One of them yoost... er I mean... just happened to be their commander, Squall Leonhart.
Squall: (barging in while Zell was getting all hysterical and such) Ahem...
Zell: DER DOIKE EES--- Oi! Squall! Vat up?
Squall: Zell... whotevah it is you'he screamin' 'bout... Shut the bloody hell up. (in British accent )
(slams door)
Zell: Oi... he bane pissed aboot sumfin'... (glances at clock) Aik! It bane 8:00 for 2 minutes now!!! I haff tew get tew the cafeteria!!!
So Zell ran through the hallways, faster than bullets!!! Along the way, he bumped into what seems like a chocobo with a brown wig when you're going at a fast pace.
Selphie(who was the wig-wearing chocobo): Blimey! Watch where yer going, mate! ...Oh, id's yew, Zell! G'day t'day, ain't it, mate? (in Aussie-like manner)
Zell: OihiSelphiehafftogettocafeteriagottagonowbuhbye!!!! (while running faster than faster-than-bullets!!!)
Selphie: (talking teh nobody in partic'lar) Blimey! What'd he saiy jes' now, mate? Oh, well! Lalalalalala... (continues to hop off merrily and Selphie-like and such...) "ey, wait a minii'! His hair looks grate t'day! Lalalalalalalala...
Finally, Zell got out of the dorm-areas. But he was abruptly stopped by good ol Instructor Trepe...
Quistis: 'Alt, Dincht! (in French tongue!)
Zell: (screeech!) Oi! Vat bane beeg idea, Quistis?
Quistis: You 'ave been running in the 'olwayz, monsieur. Eez against ze rulez.
Zell: Awww... crap!
Quistis: Az punishment, you 'ave to go to Detention.
Zell: Detention?! Vat for?
Quistis: Running in ze 'olz, making unnezessary noise, and dizrespecteeng your instructeurs!
Zell: DAMN!
Quistis: Well, nuzzing you can do about eet... Oh! By ze way! Your hair, eez magnifique! You are sure to spread 'apiniz all over ze werld! (say this last sentence out loud! i dare you...)
Zell: (running again) Vat did she mean by that?...
After running all ze way, he finally reached the cafeteria. As he was walking to the line, he noticed the girls looking at him, giggling, then whispering to their friends about something.
Zell: Yiminy! They see my new shirt! Score, Dincht!
Cafeteria Lady: G'mornin', Zell! Yer hair looks great t'day!
Zell: Yiminy! Ees it that obvious?!
Cafeteria Lady: Ye! See thewze gerls over yonder? They've been talkin' bout it ever since ye came here!
Zell: (freaking out again) OI! DER DOIKE EES LEEKING!!! DER DOIKE EES LEEKING!!! (runs out of cafeteria)
Cafeteria Lady: Ar!!! Ye fergot yer hotdog! Ah, fishsticks....
Poor little traumatized Zell ran out of the cafeteria, forgetting his hotdog and convinced that without his spiky hair, he looks like a vuss... I mean a wuss!!! While he was running like heck, he tripped over Angelo.
Zell: AAAIIIKKKKKK!!!!!
Angelo: Wurf!
Zell: Schtoopid dog!!! Aye bane strangle yew!!!
Rinoa: (popping out of nowhere)DON'T lay one bloody fingah on my Angelo yew freak a nachah!(British also!)
Zell: RINOA!!! Aye yoost... um... making shoore Angelo ees alive! Heeheehee... (pets Angelo)
Rinoa: (seemingly convinced) Oh! Okay! C'mon, Angelo! Time we wotched the telly!
Zell: sveesh!
Rinoa: Oh, by the way, old chap! Your hair looks neat on yew! Toodles!
Zell: (snap!) OI! DER DOIKE EES LEEKING!!!! (runs off somewhere...)
Zell didn't know where to hide his "hideous" hair. He finally decided to run to Irvine's room... he sure knows how to keep it cool... at least, Zell thinks so...
Zell: (knocking frantically on Irvine's door) Irffin! Irffin! Open up, dammit!
Irvine: Hey, Zell! What'dya'll do tuh yow hair? (in cowboy-like drawl)
Zell: C'mon! (pushes Irffin... I mean Irvine to the room)
Irvine: Wo-wo-woah! Hold yer horses, pardnah...
Zell: Aye ran out of yel!
Irvine: Ran out of ale? Ah got plenty o' that... hyeh hyeh! (pats fridge)
Zell: NO! YEL! HAIR YEL!
Irvine: Oh! Haiyre Gyel, huh? Hah! No need for that, puhdnuh! I gots me own home remuhdeh! Hehehe...
Just then, somebody knocked on the door.
Squall: Irvine? What the bloomin' blue blazes is goin' on in theah?!
Irvine: (opens door) Hey, Squall! Y'see, it's Zell heeyah. Thanks he cain't survahve a day without them blasted haiyre gels......
Zell: (freaking out again) DER DOIKE EES LEEKING!!!! DER DOIKE EES LEEKING!!!!
Squall: Aw, foh Christ's sake....
Irvine: C'mon, mah friends, into the bathroom we march!
So the trio went into the bathroom... which wasn't too appealing to look at.
Squall: (wide-eyed with terror) WHAT THE BLOODY HELL HAPPENED HEEYAH?!
Zell: Yiminy! This bane verse than der time Squall's undervear fell down der toilet bowl!
Irvine: Hey-hey-hey! Now don't y'all go critizahsin' mah baeathrewm, now, y'hear?
Yowza! That partic'lar bathroom had all sortsa mold and mildew between the tiles, and soggy and somewhat muddy towels and laundry are all over the place. And, occasionally, one could see a cockroach peeking out the corners... eugh!
Irvine: Ah'm not much on heaouse-cleanin' alrigh'?
Fine! Fine! Just, make your remedy and get out of that hellish hellhole of a bathroom!
Zell: Hellish ees right!
Irvine: Okay, here be mah grapaw's remedeh for all sortsa haiyre problems! (grabs all sortsa bottles from the medicine cabinet)
Squall: Uh... uh-vine?
Irvine: Yeah?
Squall: Are mouthwash, glue, and toilet detuhgents rally ingredients?.......
Irvine: Shore is! Hehehe...
Zell: OH ME POOR HAIR!!!!!!
Irvine: (mixing ingredients) Here ya go, pudnuh! Grampaw Kuhnneas's shore- fire haiyre remuhdeh!
Zell: (while Irvine's putting on the miracle mousse) You shoore it vorks?
Irvine: Shore it'll werk! (molding the slop on Zell's hair)
Zell: It'd bettur!
Squall: .....whotevah.
Irvine: There! Neow we jes' wait an hour! Lez go watch t.v........
Zell: T.V.! Aye vanna vatch Sesame Street!
Squall: .......whotevah......
After an hour of watching t.v......
Zell: Aye can't believe they cancelled Sesame street........... (while eating fish & chips)
Irvine: But Blue's Clues ain't half bad! (while eating fish & chips, too!)
Zell: Yew said it!
Squall: ohfohchrist'ssake....... (annoyed as hell)
Irvine: Whuzzat Squall?
Squall: ..... It's been an hour......
Irvine: Oh, yeah.... Heow'z yaw haiyre, pudnuh?
Zell: It bane feel weird....(touches hair) Aiya! It bane stuck stiff!
Irvine: Nat'rally! Yuh wun-ned tuh have it spiky, righ'?
Zell: Not loike some Sooper-saiyan veirdo!!! OI! DER DOIKE EES LEEKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (runs out the door)
Irvine: ....................... well, slap mah back and call me luhggage!
Squall: ..........whotevah.........
Poor little Zell with his glued hair ran all over the place!
Zell: Yiminy! I bane go to training center; nobody vill go der!
So to the training center he went.
Zell: Ahhhhh... sanktewarie! (he said sanctuary, dammit all!)
He tried to forget about his anime-like hair as he beat some grats and, occasionally, run from a t-rexaur. But then...
Seifer: Fuujin! Raijin! Get zat chickin-vas to ze detention room!
Fuujin: AFFIRMATIVE!
Raijin: What she said, ya know?
Zell: (behind the bushes) Yiminy! disciplinary committee after my blood! Vat do I do?
And so little Zell ran away from the Posse and deeper into the Training Center. There, he bumped into Selphie.
Selphie: (in a loud, bloomin' noise) Blimey! Watch where yer goin', mate! Oh, id's yew, Zell! I-Bonzah! Wha' happened tew yer haiyah?!
Zell: Nononononono! Keep yer voice down, lass! Dey're after me!
Selphie: (shouting) WHA'S THUH METTAH, ZELL? WHY DEW YEW WANT ME TUH KEEP ME VOICE DOWN?
Zell: (frantically) NONONONONONONO!
Raijin: There he is, ya know!
Fuujin: LET'S GO!
Zell: (running again) OI! DER DOIKE EES LEEKING! DER DOIKE EES LEEKING!!!!!!!!
Fuujin and Raijin chased after Zell, but Zell knew the Training Center well so in a matter of seconds, he was at the entrance/exit.
Zell: Ah! Der be der Exit! I'm safffe!
But, unfortunately, Seifer was waiting outside the Training Center. So.........
Zell: AIK!!!!
Seifer: HAH! GOTCHA NOW, YU CHICKIN-VAS! HAHAHAHAHAH!
Zell: (barely running from Seifer) SVEESH!
Seifer: FUSHTA! RAIJIN! FUUJIN! GET DAT DEENCHT!
Fuujin: AFFIRMATIVE!
Raijin: What she said, ya know!
Seifer: Vat-effah! Ay'll be vaiting at ze detention room!
Meanwhile, Zell was still running. But all that running made him pooped, so he fell asleep at the benches in front of the library.
Zell: Moost.... not.... stop..... Haff... tew get.... yel................ (blag!) zzzzsngowaaarrrrrggghhhh!!!!!!
Finally, Raijin and Fuujin caught up to Zell and found him asleep at the benches. (duh.)
Raijin: Awwww..... he's tired, ya know.....
Fuujin: DETENTION ROOM. DRAG ZELL.
Raijin: Okay, ya know....
So they dragged Zell by the arms to the detention room. Seifer was pushing Irvine inside.
Seifer: In yu go, calf-boy!
Irvine: Hey-hey-hey! Watch it! This here's mah newest coate.......
Fuujin: SNOOZING UGLY.
Raijin: Here's Sleeping Zell, ya know! We accidentally dropped him 3 times at the stairs, ya know! And he's still asleep, ya know!
Irvine: Accidientally, mah foot! Why dint ya'll jes used duh elevater?
Fuujin: IN REPAIRS, MORON.
Seifer: I'll be vatching deez clods..... yu 2 take a break!
Fuujin: AFFIRMATIVE!
Raijin: What she said, ya know?
Zell was finally dragged into the detention room. Irvine was winking at some girl, while Seifer was mumbling to himself.
Seifer: Just great... I haff to vatch a chickin-vas und a calf-boy ol afternoooon...... (wow.... it was already the afternoon?)
Zell: zzzssshhngowaaarrrrkkkk.... snort! Hmmmph? Vhere am I?
Seifer: NO TALKING IN ZA DETENTION ROOOM!
Irvine: (whispering) yow in detentien, pudnuh....
Zell: (whispering, too) aikh! they haff caught me! vat are yew dewin' heere?
Irvine: I wuz in thuh labrareh checkin' out thuh books... but them dang library committeh... caught me readin' peornoe....
Zell: you red porno at der library?
Irvine: Yep....
Seifer: I SAID NO TALKING!
Zell: Hrmph. I vould like tew giff Hitler a punch in der nose.....
tew be conteenyood! (to be continued, dammit all!)
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Okay... did you like it? or was it all too confusing?
Zell: It was confusing, dammit! My tongue's never gonna be the same!
Irvine: Good thing I'm already a cowboy...
Rinoa: Why am I a Brit?
Squall: .......whatever. (finally! I get to say that right!)
Quistis: Why do I have to be the French one here?
Selphie: I like watching Rocko's Modern Life...... *_*
Seifer: There's gonna be a next chapter.... fushta! was it even spelled right?
Raijin: At least we get to talk normally, ya know.....
Fuujin: AFFIRMATIVE!
....right. so tell me what you think of this one! (was it lame or good?) Expect more appearances by Rinoa, Quistis and Seifer! and if i get the accents wrong, tell me! muchly appreciated! Also, no offense to the Brits, the French, the Germans, the Aussies, the Cowboys and... wherever Zell's supposed to come from... I don't know, either... miff. This is all for the sake of writing, no discriminations meant! hope i'm safe! tata for now!!!!!! dammit all!
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by: zhakeena
Notes, disclaimers and such: This fic wasn't meant to insult some countries, and by the way, I DON'T OWN FF8, DAMMIT ALL!!!!!!!!!!!! ehem. And all the typos in the dialogues are purposedly made, alright? And if you don't understand a thing, well, boo-hoo. You can always ask................................................. Here we go!
(okay. The narrator's lines are supposedly in bold, but for some reason, when I upload the document, the font, size and italizations are changed, dammit all! here's hoping that at least one of my documents get uploaded the way it was.....)
In the peaceful place called Balamb Garden (right. peaceful.) dwelled our friend, Zell Dincht. One day, he awoke with a rancid smell of mustard and rootbeer. Who knows why? All Zell knows is that he needs a bath.
Zell: Is this the part when I should talk?
Yes.... so start talkin'!!!!
Zell: But... do I really have to talk like this? (points to script)
Yes, you do, Mr. Dincht... So do it!!! The people are waiting!!!
Zell: Ugghhhrrrrr!!! (ahem.) Oi! Aye bane theenking aye need a bath!(in manner like a Svenson... or something.)
So Zell, in all his..... um, er, foreigness, (i guess...) waltzed into his bathroom with all the grace of a ...person who needs a bath.
Zell: (stumbles in bathroom) Vere be de tovels? (Where are the towels?)
So he took his bath. But afterwards, his hair wasn't at all like its usual spikyself. In fact, it drooped somewhat... like it was dowsed in hot oil.
Zell: Oi! Vat happened tew my hair??!! Oh, vell... Aye yoost get my tub o yel!!! (tub of gel!!!)
Zell grabbed his trusty tub of yel... I mean gel! gel... But much to his dismay, gel there was no more...
Zel: Oh me pink undervears! Aye bane run out of yel!
He frantically ran to every corner, every um... searchable area of his dorm in search of his beloved hair gel. But in vain.
Zell: Yaaaaaaggghhhh!!!! How could aye haff run out of hair yel?
Gee, I don't know, Mr. Dincht... Maybe because you empty 2 jars a day?!
Zell: Oh, yeah....
............. (hey! this is the part where you should be freakin' out and such!!!)
Zell: (snap!) OI! DER DOIKE EES LEEKING!!! DER DOIKE EES LEEKING!!!
Zell ran around in circles, screaming weird... stuff while pulling his hot- oiled-looking hair in ways even he doesn't understand. He was making such a noise that it woke all of his neighbors. One of them yoost... er I mean... just happened to be their commander, Squall Leonhart.
Squall: (barging in while Zell was getting all hysterical and such) Ahem...
Zell: DER DOIKE EES--- Oi! Squall! Vat up?
Squall: Zell... whotevah it is you'he screamin' 'bout... Shut the bloody hell up. (in British accent )
(slams door)
Zell: Oi... he bane pissed aboot sumfin'... (glances at clock) Aik! It bane 8:00 for 2 minutes now!!! I haff tew get tew the cafeteria!!!
So Zell ran through the hallways, faster than bullets!!! Along the way, he bumped into what seems like a chocobo with a brown wig when you're going at a fast pace.
Selphie(who was the wig-wearing chocobo): Blimey! Watch where yer going, mate! ...Oh, id's yew, Zell! G'day t'day, ain't it, mate? (in Aussie-like manner)
Zell: OihiSelphiehafftogettocafeteriagottagonowbuhbye!!!! (while running faster than faster-than-bullets!!!)
Selphie: (talking teh nobody in partic'lar) Blimey! What'd he saiy jes' now, mate? Oh, well! Lalalalalala... (continues to hop off merrily and Selphie-like and such...) "ey, wait a minii'! His hair looks grate t'day! Lalalalalalalala...
Finally, Zell got out of the dorm-areas. But he was abruptly stopped by good ol Instructor Trepe...
Quistis: 'Alt, Dincht! (in French tongue!)
Zell: (screeech!) Oi! Vat bane beeg idea, Quistis?
Quistis: You 'ave been running in the 'olwayz, monsieur. Eez against ze rulez.
Zell: Awww... crap!
Quistis: Az punishment, you 'ave to go to Detention.
Zell: Detention?! Vat for?
Quistis: Running in ze 'olz, making unnezessary noise, and dizrespecteeng your instructeurs!
Zell: DAMN!
Quistis: Well, nuzzing you can do about eet... Oh! By ze way! Your hair, eez magnifique! You are sure to spread 'apiniz all over ze werld! (say this last sentence out loud! i dare you...)
Zell: (running again) Vat did she mean by that?...
After running all ze way, he finally reached the cafeteria. As he was walking to the line, he noticed the girls looking at him, giggling, then whispering to their friends about something.
Zell: Yiminy! They see my new shirt! Score, Dincht!
Cafeteria Lady: G'mornin', Zell! Yer hair looks great t'day!
Zell: Yiminy! Ees it that obvious?!
Cafeteria Lady: Ye! See thewze gerls over yonder? They've been talkin' bout it ever since ye came here!
Zell: (freaking out again) OI! DER DOIKE EES LEEKING!!! DER DOIKE EES LEEKING!!! (runs out of cafeteria)
Cafeteria Lady: Ar!!! Ye fergot yer hotdog! Ah, fishsticks....
Poor little traumatized Zell ran out of the cafeteria, forgetting his hotdog and convinced that without his spiky hair, he looks like a vuss... I mean a wuss!!! While he was running like heck, he tripped over Angelo.
Zell: AAAIIIKKKKKK!!!!!
Angelo: Wurf!
Zell: Schtoopid dog!!! Aye bane strangle yew!!!
Rinoa: (popping out of nowhere)DON'T lay one bloody fingah on my Angelo yew freak a nachah!(British also!)
Zell: RINOA!!! Aye yoost... um... making shoore Angelo ees alive! Heeheehee... (pets Angelo)
Rinoa: (seemingly convinced) Oh! Okay! C'mon, Angelo! Time we wotched the telly!
Zell: sveesh!
Rinoa: Oh, by the way, old chap! Your hair looks neat on yew! Toodles!
Zell: (snap!) OI! DER DOIKE EES LEEKING!!!! (runs off somewhere...)
Zell didn't know where to hide his "hideous" hair. He finally decided to run to Irvine's room... he sure knows how to keep it cool... at least, Zell thinks so...
Zell: (knocking frantically on Irvine's door) Irffin! Irffin! Open up, dammit!
Irvine: Hey, Zell! What'dya'll do tuh yow hair? (in cowboy-like drawl)
Zell: C'mon! (pushes Irffin... I mean Irvine to the room)
Irvine: Wo-wo-woah! Hold yer horses, pardnah...
Zell: Aye ran out of yel!
Irvine: Ran out of ale? Ah got plenty o' that... hyeh hyeh! (pats fridge)
Zell: NO! YEL! HAIR YEL!
Irvine: Oh! Haiyre Gyel, huh? Hah! No need for that, puhdnuh! I gots me own home remuhdeh! Hehehe...
Just then, somebody knocked on the door.
Squall: Irvine? What the bloomin' blue blazes is goin' on in theah?!
Irvine: (opens door) Hey, Squall! Y'see, it's Zell heeyah. Thanks he cain't survahve a day without them blasted haiyre gels......
Zell: (freaking out again) DER DOIKE EES LEEKING!!!! DER DOIKE EES LEEKING!!!!
Squall: Aw, foh Christ's sake....
Irvine: C'mon, mah friends, into the bathroom we march!
So the trio went into the bathroom... which wasn't too appealing to look at.
Squall: (wide-eyed with terror) WHAT THE BLOODY HELL HAPPENED HEEYAH?!
Zell: Yiminy! This bane verse than der time Squall's undervear fell down der toilet bowl!
Irvine: Hey-hey-hey! Now don't y'all go critizahsin' mah baeathrewm, now, y'hear?
Yowza! That partic'lar bathroom had all sortsa mold and mildew between the tiles, and soggy and somewhat muddy towels and laundry are all over the place. And, occasionally, one could see a cockroach peeking out the corners... eugh!
Irvine: Ah'm not much on heaouse-cleanin' alrigh'?
Fine! Fine! Just, make your remedy and get out of that hellish hellhole of a bathroom!
Zell: Hellish ees right!
Irvine: Okay, here be mah grapaw's remedeh for all sortsa haiyre problems! (grabs all sortsa bottles from the medicine cabinet)
Squall: Uh... uh-vine?
Irvine: Yeah?
Squall: Are mouthwash, glue, and toilet detuhgents rally ingredients?.......
Irvine: Shore is! Hehehe...
Zell: OH ME POOR HAIR!!!!!!
Irvine: (mixing ingredients) Here ya go, pudnuh! Grampaw Kuhnneas's shore- fire haiyre remuhdeh!
Zell: (while Irvine's putting on the miracle mousse) You shoore it vorks?
Irvine: Shore it'll werk! (molding the slop on Zell's hair)
Zell: It'd bettur!
Squall: .....whotevah.
Irvine: There! Neow we jes' wait an hour! Lez go watch t.v........
Zell: T.V.! Aye vanna vatch Sesame Street!
Squall: .......whotevah......
After an hour of watching t.v......
Zell: Aye can't believe they cancelled Sesame street........... (while eating fish & chips)
Irvine: But Blue's Clues ain't half bad! (while eating fish & chips, too!)
Zell: Yew said it!
Squall: ohfohchrist'ssake....... (annoyed as hell)
Irvine: Whuzzat Squall?
Squall: ..... It's been an hour......
Irvine: Oh, yeah.... Heow'z yaw haiyre, pudnuh?
Zell: It bane feel weird....(touches hair) Aiya! It bane stuck stiff!
Irvine: Nat'rally! Yuh wun-ned tuh have it spiky, righ'?
Zell: Not loike some Sooper-saiyan veirdo!!! OI! DER DOIKE EES LEEKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (runs out the door)
Irvine: ....................... well, slap mah back and call me luhggage!
Squall: ..........whotevah.........
Poor little Zell with his glued hair ran all over the place!
Zell: Yiminy! I bane go to training center; nobody vill go der!
So to the training center he went.
Zell: Ahhhhh... sanktewarie! (he said sanctuary, dammit all!)
He tried to forget about his anime-like hair as he beat some grats and, occasionally, run from a t-rexaur. But then...
Seifer: Fuujin! Raijin! Get zat chickin-vas to ze detention room!
Fuujin: AFFIRMATIVE!
Raijin: What she said, ya know?
Zell: (behind the bushes) Yiminy! disciplinary committee after my blood! Vat do I do?
And so little Zell ran away from the Posse and deeper into the Training Center. There, he bumped into Selphie.
Selphie: (in a loud, bloomin' noise) Blimey! Watch where yer goin', mate! Oh, id's yew, Zell! I-Bonzah! Wha' happened tew yer haiyah?!
Zell: Nononononono! Keep yer voice down, lass! Dey're after me!
Selphie: (shouting) WHA'S THUH METTAH, ZELL? WHY DEW YEW WANT ME TUH KEEP ME VOICE DOWN?
Zell: (frantically) NONONONONONONO!
Raijin: There he is, ya know!
Fuujin: LET'S GO!
Zell: (running again) OI! DER DOIKE EES LEEKING! DER DOIKE EES LEEKING!!!!!!!!
Fuujin and Raijin chased after Zell, but Zell knew the Training Center well so in a matter of seconds, he was at the entrance/exit.
Zell: Ah! Der be der Exit! I'm safffe!
But, unfortunately, Seifer was waiting outside the Training Center. So.........
Zell: AIK!!!!
Seifer: HAH! GOTCHA NOW, YU CHICKIN-VAS! HAHAHAHAHAH!
Zell: (barely running from Seifer) SVEESH!
Seifer: FUSHTA! RAIJIN! FUUJIN! GET DAT DEENCHT!
Fuujin: AFFIRMATIVE!
Raijin: What she said, ya know!
Seifer: Vat-effah! Ay'll be vaiting at ze detention room!
Meanwhile, Zell was still running. But all that running made him pooped, so he fell asleep at the benches in front of the library.
Zell: Moost.... not.... stop..... Haff... tew get.... yel................ (blag!) zzzzsngowaaarrrrrggghhhh!!!!!!
Finally, Raijin and Fuujin caught up to Zell and found him asleep at the benches. (duh.)
Raijin: Awwww..... he's tired, ya know.....
Fuujin: DETENTION ROOM. DRAG ZELL.
Raijin: Okay, ya know....
So they dragged Zell by the arms to the detention room. Seifer was pushing Irvine inside.
Seifer: In yu go, calf-boy!
Irvine: Hey-hey-hey! Watch it! This here's mah newest coate.......
Fuujin: SNOOZING UGLY.
Raijin: Here's Sleeping Zell, ya know! We accidentally dropped him 3 times at the stairs, ya know! And he's still asleep, ya know!
Irvine: Accidientally, mah foot! Why dint ya'll jes used duh elevater?
Fuujin: IN REPAIRS, MORON.
Seifer: I'll be vatching deez clods..... yu 2 take a break!
Fuujin: AFFIRMATIVE!
Raijin: What she said, ya know?
Zell was finally dragged into the detention room. Irvine was winking at some girl, while Seifer was mumbling to himself.
Seifer: Just great... I haff to vatch a chickin-vas und a calf-boy ol afternoooon...... (wow.... it was already the afternoon?)
Zell: zzzssshhngowaaarrrrkkkk.... snort! Hmmmph? Vhere am I?
Seifer: NO TALKING IN ZA DETENTION ROOOM!
Irvine: (whispering) yow in detentien, pudnuh....
Zell: (whispering, too) aikh! they haff caught me! vat are yew dewin' heere?
Irvine: I wuz in thuh labrareh checkin' out thuh books... but them dang library committeh... caught me readin' peornoe....
Zell: you red porno at der library?
Irvine: Yep....
Seifer: I SAID NO TALKING!
Zell: Hrmph. I vould like tew giff Hitler a punch in der nose.....
tew be conteenyood! (to be continued, dammit all!)
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Okay... did you like it? or was it all too confusing?
Zell: It was confusing, dammit! My tongue's never gonna be the same!
Irvine: Good thing I'm already a cowboy...
Rinoa: Why am I a Brit?
Squall: .......whatever. (finally! I get to say that right!)
Quistis: Why do I have to be the French one here?
Selphie: I like watching Rocko's Modern Life...... *_*
Seifer: There's gonna be a next chapter.... fushta! was it even spelled right?
Raijin: At least we get to talk normally, ya know.....
Fuujin: AFFIRMATIVE!
....right. so tell me what you think of this one! (was it lame or good?) Expect more appearances by Rinoa, Quistis and Seifer! and if i get the accents wrong, tell me! muchly appreciated! Also, no offense to the Brits, the French, the Germans, the Aussies, the Cowboys and... wherever Zell's supposed to come from... I don't know, either... miff. This is all for the sake of writing, no discriminations meant! hope i'm safe! tata for now!!!!!! dammit all!
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