(Author's note: I noticed that I have gotten a few reviews that are questioning my so-called,
"Relena bashing". I would just like to state in my defense that I have also written about 3 or 4
"Quatre bashing" fics, and this imparticular one can be added to my list of charicters that I have
made incredible prejudices against. Thank you.)
ATTENTION: Trowa lovers, Trowa supporters, and anyone who even likes Trowa, I would recommend
that you do NOT read this fic. You have been warned.
A stage about 50 feet in diameter stands in front of a crowd of about 400. Gundam pilot Trowa
Barton walks onstage and piano music begins playing
Trowa: .....Bombs are flying. People are dying. Kids are crying, politicians are lying, too.
Cancer is killing. Texaco's spilling. The whole world's gone to hell, but how are you?
The entire stage lights up revealing twenty or so dancers wearing his little clown get-up, and
the beat picks up considerably
Trowa: I'm Super! Thanks for asking! All things considered I couldn't be better I must say! I'm
feeling super, no nothin' bugs me! Everything's super when your, don't you think I look
cute in this hat?
Heero wheels onto the stage
Trowa: I'm sorry, Mr. Cripple, but I just can't feel to bad for you right now. Because I'm
feeling, so insanely super, that even the thought that you can't walk can't bring me down!
Dancers: He's super, thanks for asking! All things considered he couldn't be better, he must say!
Trowa: I'm super! No nothin' bugs me! Everything is super when you're... don't you think I look
cute in this hat, these little pants, this matching tie I got at Val's! I'm super!
Dancers: In the barracks and the trenches as well!
Trowa: Stick 'em up!
Dancers: Big, gay Trowa says, "Do as do tell!"
Trowa: Skittles!
Dancers: Yes, he's super and he's thought to be a fag!
Trowa: Okay!
Dancers: Everything is super when you're gay!
All: When you're gay!
I freaking warned you.
"Relena bashing". I would just like to state in my defense that I have also written about 3 or 4
"Quatre bashing" fics, and this imparticular one can be added to my list of charicters that I have
made incredible prejudices against. Thank you.)
ATTENTION: Trowa lovers, Trowa supporters, and anyone who even likes Trowa, I would recommend
that you do NOT read this fic. You have been warned.
A stage about 50 feet in diameter stands in front of a crowd of about 400. Gundam pilot Trowa
Barton walks onstage and piano music begins playing
Trowa: .....Bombs are flying. People are dying. Kids are crying, politicians are lying, too.
Cancer is killing. Texaco's spilling. The whole world's gone to hell, but how are you?
The entire stage lights up revealing twenty or so dancers wearing his little clown get-up, and
the beat picks up considerably
Trowa: I'm Super! Thanks for asking! All things considered I couldn't be better I must say! I'm
feeling super, no nothin' bugs me! Everything's super when your, don't you think I look
cute in this hat?
Heero wheels onto the stage
Trowa: I'm sorry, Mr. Cripple, but I just can't feel to bad for you right now. Because I'm
feeling, so insanely super, that even the thought that you can't walk can't bring me down!
Dancers: He's super, thanks for asking! All things considered he couldn't be better, he must say!
Trowa: I'm super! No nothin' bugs me! Everything is super when you're... don't you think I look
cute in this hat, these little pants, this matching tie I got at Val's! I'm super!
Dancers: In the barracks and the trenches as well!
Trowa: Stick 'em up!
Dancers: Big, gay Trowa says, "Do as do tell!"
Trowa: Skittles!
Dancers: Yes, he's super and he's thought to be a fag!
Trowa: Okay!
Dancers: Everything is super when you're gay!
All: When you're gay!
I freaking warned you.