Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this chapter.
Author's note: Don't ask where I came up with this chapter. Just don't.
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A very angry Wufei Chang came down the steps of the current safehouse he and his friends were staying in. His hair was tied back as it usually was, and he was wearing his regular blue tank top and white pants. However, the dark blue belt that always came with that outfit was gone. Wufei was now using one hand to hold up his pants which came up to his chest, while the other hand tightly clutched a gun. He reached the bottom to see his fellow gundam pilots sitting in the living room, watching him come down.
"Who stole my belt?? Was it you, Maxwell??" He pointed the gun at the braided American.
Duo shook his head furiously. "It wasn't me this time! Honest! Besides, I'm missing some stuff too!"
"We all are, actually," said Trowa. "Some of my shirts are missing."
"See?" said Duo. "And my hat's gone!"
"Some of my shirts are gone too," said Quatre.
"My black shorts are missing," said Heero.
"Who's taking our clothes?" asked Wufei. "It would be pointless to OZ. It would be just a waste of time for them. So who would be stealing them?"
Duo looked around at the rest of the guys. "I say we should worry about it later. Right now we have to finish off that OZ mobile suit production line. Wufei, why don't you get some different pants and we'll move out."
Wufei glared daggers at Duo, but started his way up the stairs.
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Author's note: Short, pointless, and rather stupid, but it had to be worth at least a few laughs.
Author's note: Don't ask where I came up with this chapter. Just don't.
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A very angry Wufei Chang came down the steps of the current safehouse he and his friends were staying in. His hair was tied back as it usually was, and he was wearing his regular blue tank top and white pants. However, the dark blue belt that always came with that outfit was gone. Wufei was now using one hand to hold up his pants which came up to his chest, while the other hand tightly clutched a gun. He reached the bottom to see his fellow gundam pilots sitting in the living room, watching him come down.
"Who stole my belt?? Was it you, Maxwell??" He pointed the gun at the braided American.
Duo shook his head furiously. "It wasn't me this time! Honest! Besides, I'm missing some stuff too!"
"We all are, actually," said Trowa. "Some of my shirts are missing."
"See?" said Duo. "And my hat's gone!"
"Some of my shirts are gone too," said Quatre.
"My black shorts are missing," said Heero.
"Who's taking our clothes?" asked Wufei. "It would be pointless to OZ. It would be just a waste of time for them. So who would be stealing them?"
Duo looked around at the rest of the guys. "I say we should worry about it later. Right now we have to finish off that OZ mobile suit production line. Wufei, why don't you get some different pants and we'll move out."
Wufei glared daggers at Duo, but started his way up the stairs.
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Author's note: Short, pointless, and rather stupid, but it had to be worth at least a few laughs.