"The Ego has landed."
"Really, Giroro, I thought I told you to stop calling him that! In any case, it's the EAGLE has landed, dimwit."
"Mmph...not like I can help it if he's the biggest jerk to ever cross the freaking planet. Besides, he's too self-obsessed to care what I call him."
"Come on, you stubborn child! I rely on you for emotional help with him, not for bashing matches. After all, I...l-l-li..."
"I KNOW."
"...sorry, Giro-chan. I talk about him too much, even though we're merely his secret service agents. But still, isn't it so cool that we're serving a celeb-"
"That's enough, Natsumi. Just because I listen to you doesn't mean I want to be a fan(girl?)boy, and I still think his ego is insanely huge. I bet it goes past the universe. It simply can't be contatined by a room after all, no matter how big it is."
"But Saburo-san is a famous person, Giro-chan! You can't talk about him like that!"
"...whatever."
As Natsumi opened her mouth to form an angry retort at the red-headed boy she was standing face to face with, the door opened behind them. Natsumi's very AURA seemed to shift as she turned, quickly assuming her place by the (irritating) celebrity's right side. She slipped on her sunglasses, adjusted her suit, and messed with her hair, quickly pulling it into two pigtails. Giroro noted all this, took it in with unintentionally wide and transfixed eyes, until his friend (another agent, though he didn't seem to be there often, oddly enough) gently laughed and patted him on the shoulder. "It's okay...though of course you aren't listening to me..no one does..."
Giroro turned to him, confused. "Huh? You say something?" "N-nothing..."
"Hmmph."
And so, the lonely redhead watched in forlorn-ness as his crush and the celebrity (imagine Justin Bieber but worse...) that they guarded walk off into the sunset (it was the direction that the limo was in) and vomited as the ever-beyond-annoying one smiled at her. Then she drop-kicked a cactus and it crashed into Keroro.
"Really, Giroro, I thought I told you to stop calling him that! In any case, it's the EAGLE has landed, dimwit."
"Mmph...not like I can help it if he's the biggest jerk to ever cross the freaking planet. Besides, he's too self-obsessed to care what I call him."
"Come on, you stubborn child! I rely on you for emotional help with him, not for bashing matches. After all, I...l-l-li..."
"I KNOW."
"...sorry, Giro-chan. I talk about him too much, even though we're merely his secret service agents. But still, isn't it so cool that we're serving a celeb-"
"That's enough, Natsumi. Just because I listen to you doesn't mean I want to be a fan(girl?)boy, and I still think his ego is insanely huge. I bet it goes past the universe. It simply can't be contatined by a room after all, no matter how big it is."
"But Saburo-san is a famous person, Giro-chan! You can't talk about him like that!"
"...whatever."
As Natsumi opened her mouth to form an angry retort at the red-headed boy she was standing face to face with, the door opened behind them. Natsumi's very AURA seemed to shift as she turned, quickly assuming her place by the (irritating) celebrity's right side. She slipped on her sunglasses, adjusted her suit, and messed with her hair, quickly pulling it into two pigtails. Giroro noted all this, took it in with unintentionally wide and transfixed eyes, until his friend (another agent, though he didn't seem to be there often, oddly enough) gently laughed and patted him on the shoulder. "It's okay...though of course you aren't listening to me..no one does..."
Giroro turned to him, confused. "Huh? You say something?" "N-nothing..."
"Hmmph."
And so, the lonely redhead watched in forlorn-ness as his crush and the celebrity (imagine Justin Bieber but worse...) that they guarded walk off into the sunset (it was the direction that the limo was in) and vomited as the ever-beyond-annoying one smiled at her. Then she drop-kicked a cactus and it crashed into Keroro.
THE END (?)