Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing or Snickers. This is/was a note I left on my cousins computer one day before I left for work. Just a little bit of humour to brighten a day. You will also see this under AutoTheFrogster, but everyone that reviewed it thought that she had written it. *Clings to it* I did write it, I assure you! *Just wants a wee bit of credit for birthing it from her brain* Thank you, come again.
*Crappy bad commercial music plays in the background*
*In the foregroud, you see a beautiful forest, birds chirping, a brook is gurgling somewhere to the left and the sun is shining*
Quatre: *Is shoved rather roughly into the camera view, he stumbles and glares at someone just out of range* Are you sure about this?
Someone in the background: Yeah, Yeah! Just say the lines!
Quatre: *Looks uncertain* I don't know...
Someone in the background: Just say the lines so you can get out of here! C'mon, ya want us to use Dorothy in this?
Quatre: No!! She hurt me the last time! But still.... *Brows furrow*
29 sisters: *Step into the camera's view, all smiling and all holding small candy bars*
Quatre: *Shudders violently and looks rather uncomfortable*
29 sisters: *Together* Gonna be awhile? Hungry? Why wait!??!?!? *All point at their innocent little brother* HAVE A QUATRE! *Begin to descend apon Quatre; Fangs, ball bats, guns, make up kits, ribbons, hairbows, cute frilly outfits, chainsaws, superglue and the like now in their hands*
Quatre: Oh..... shit. *Gets out of Dodge*
29 sisters: *Give chase* HEY! Come here you little rat! You broke my dolls! You pilfered through my room! You tattled on me! You blamed me for setting the kitchen on fire! You stole my diary! Let's do a make-over! I always WANTED another sister! You're too pretty to be a boy!
Quatre: *Goes ZERO, turns around and pulls a box out of the spandex space that he borrowed from Heero. (The spandex space he borrowed, but not the box, oh no. He made that himself one night after his sisters had a slumber party and he had locked himself in his room, then gotten a gleam of inspiration after the giggling and laughter from upstairs slowly drove his little mind insane)* *Pushes a button on the box and the girls explode* *Sighs and slumps against a tree*
Someone in the background: THAT WASN'T IN THE SCRIPT!!!
Quatre: *Pushes another button*
Someone in the background: *Explodes*
Quatre: I hate snicker commercials. *Walks off to do whatever it is he does at 3:00 in the afternoon* *Calmly places the small black box into his pocket and lightly pats it, smiling serenly, sunshine seeming to radiate from his face*
*Crappy bad commercial music plays in the background*
*In the foregroud, you see a beautiful forest, birds chirping, a brook is gurgling somewhere to the left and the sun is shining*
Quatre: *Is shoved rather roughly into the camera view, he stumbles and glares at someone just out of range* Are you sure about this?
Someone in the background: Yeah, Yeah! Just say the lines!
Quatre: *Looks uncertain* I don't know...
Someone in the background: Just say the lines so you can get out of here! C'mon, ya want us to use Dorothy in this?
Quatre: No!! She hurt me the last time! But still.... *Brows furrow*
29 sisters: *Step into the camera's view, all smiling and all holding small candy bars*
Quatre: *Shudders violently and looks rather uncomfortable*
29 sisters: *Together* Gonna be awhile? Hungry? Why wait!??!?!? *All point at their innocent little brother* HAVE A QUATRE! *Begin to descend apon Quatre; Fangs, ball bats, guns, make up kits, ribbons, hairbows, cute frilly outfits, chainsaws, superglue and the like now in their hands*
Quatre: Oh..... shit. *Gets out of Dodge*
29 sisters: *Give chase* HEY! Come here you little rat! You broke my dolls! You pilfered through my room! You tattled on me! You blamed me for setting the kitchen on fire! You stole my diary! Let's do a make-over! I always WANTED another sister! You're too pretty to be a boy!
Quatre: *Goes ZERO, turns around and pulls a box out of the spandex space that he borrowed from Heero. (The spandex space he borrowed, but not the box, oh no. He made that himself one night after his sisters had a slumber party and he had locked himself in his room, then gotten a gleam of inspiration after the giggling and laughter from upstairs slowly drove his little mind insane)* *Pushes a button on the box and the girls explode* *Sighs and slumps against a tree*
Someone in the background: THAT WASN'T IN THE SCRIPT!!!
Quatre: *Pushes another button*
Someone in the background: *Explodes*
Quatre: I hate snicker commercials. *Walks off to do whatever it is he does at 3:00 in the afternoon* *Calmly places the small black box into his pocket and lightly pats it, smiling serenly, sunshine seeming to radiate from his face*