"Oh man." Said Quatre, "Where did you get this shit Duo? I gotta have some." He fell
out of his chair and started laughing at the rug burn on his elbow.
"I got it from some dude… with some hair." Duo tried to tell the others.
"Oh, that dude with the … the…" Heero tried to snap his fingers, but missed. "Trowa,
what is those… umm… these called?" he pointed at his shirt.
"I don't know man, WuFei, do you know?"
"What man?" WuFei looked up over his bong and empty bottles of sake at Trowa, who
had his own half-empty bottle of Goldschlager in hand. "I heard my name. I think. did I
hear my name? I don't know" he drank off the rest of his sake and bent back over his
custom made black and silver dragon bong.
"Hey guys." Quatre said in between giggles. "if I do this…" he pointed his index fingers
at each other and moved them closer in front of his eyes. "they get locked together." He
began to laugh.
"I wanna try man." Said Heero. "man! That's some fucked up shit man! Now how do I
get them apart?"
"Huh? Is it time to get my uh… sword thing that's… sharp… uh…my katana… I
think…."
"No sharp things," Duo said, "Heero might have to hurt you."
"Wait, just pull them apart." Quatre told them.
"But wont that hurt dude?"
"Huh?" Quatre asked. "Probably, but I can't feel pain." He started to laugh wildly again,
just then, for some unknown reason the table fell on top of him. "Look… there's stuff on
me…"
"Hey! Is that blood four, I mean Quatre?" duo laughed.
"No man, that… DUDE!!!!!!!!!!" WuFei screamed.
"What blood?" Trowa asked in between bursts of laughter.
"My shit's all over the floor!!!!!!" he went down on his hands and knees, trying to pick
everything up so it could be used again. "man!"
"Hey man, I'll go get some more from that dude. You know, he's got hair and stuff."
"MAXWELL!!!! NOW!" WuFei shouted at him, searching for anything that could be
saved.
"Hey guys, there's blood coming from my leg."
"Which one?" Heero asked.
"I don't know, the red one."
"Get a towel man! Don't let it stain the floor!" Trowa said frantically.
"Just wait, I'll get something." Heero tried to get up and go to the kitchen, but fell out of
his chair. "Ow man, that hurt I think I hit my head on something." He held his head, even
though there was nothing in that area to hit his head on.
"Fine weaklings, I'll do it." WuFei said as he tried to get up, but fell out of his chair too.
"Look at yall." Duo managed to say before he passed out, falling onto the floor also.
"Ahh, floor. Can't get up." He fell on the floor where the group was. Suddenly,
everybody still conscience started to inhale the think smoke in the air and laughed until
they passed out too.
out of his chair and started laughing at the rug burn on his elbow.
"I got it from some dude… with some hair." Duo tried to tell the others.
"Oh, that dude with the … the…" Heero tried to snap his fingers, but missed. "Trowa,
what is those… umm… these called?" he pointed at his shirt.
"I don't know man, WuFei, do you know?"
"What man?" WuFei looked up over his bong and empty bottles of sake at Trowa, who
had his own half-empty bottle of Goldschlager in hand. "I heard my name. I think. did I
hear my name? I don't know" he drank off the rest of his sake and bent back over his
custom made black and silver dragon bong.
"Hey guys." Quatre said in between giggles. "if I do this…" he pointed his index fingers
at each other and moved them closer in front of his eyes. "they get locked together." He
began to laugh.
"I wanna try man." Said Heero. "man! That's some fucked up shit man! Now how do I
get them apart?"
"Huh? Is it time to get my uh… sword thing that's… sharp… uh…my katana… I
think…."
"No sharp things," Duo said, "Heero might have to hurt you."
"Wait, just pull them apart." Quatre told them.
"But wont that hurt dude?"
"Huh?" Quatre asked. "Probably, but I can't feel pain." He started to laugh wildly again,
just then, for some unknown reason the table fell on top of him. "Look… there's stuff on
me…"
"Hey! Is that blood four, I mean Quatre?" duo laughed.
"No man, that… DUDE!!!!!!!!!!" WuFei screamed.
"What blood?" Trowa asked in between bursts of laughter.
"My shit's all over the floor!!!!!!" he went down on his hands and knees, trying to pick
everything up so it could be used again. "man!"
"Hey man, I'll go get some more from that dude. You know, he's got hair and stuff."
"MAXWELL!!!! NOW!" WuFei shouted at him, searching for anything that could be
saved.
"Hey guys, there's blood coming from my leg."
"Which one?" Heero asked.
"I don't know, the red one."
"Get a towel man! Don't let it stain the floor!" Trowa said frantically.
"Just wait, I'll get something." Heero tried to get up and go to the kitchen, but fell out of
his chair. "Ow man, that hurt I think I hit my head on something." He held his head, even
though there was nothing in that area to hit his head on.
"Fine weaklings, I'll do it." WuFei said as he tried to get up, but fell out of his chair too.
"Look at yall." Duo managed to say before he passed out, falling onto the floor also.
"Ahh, floor. Can't get up." He fell on the floor where the group was. Suddenly,
everybody still conscience started to inhale the think smoke in the air and laughed until
they passed out too.