FINAL FANTASY VII
'A Countdown To Frustration'
"Mmmm, this tomato soup is delicious! More tomato soup over here!", screamed Elena, the female member of the Turks.
The Turks had stopped in at the local resturant in Wall Market for a quick lunch before their important meeting with President Rufus.
"Elena... don't you think you should cut down on the amount of tomato soup you eat?", asked a concerned Reno, who was sitting next to her, along with his comrade, Rude.
"Yeah, that's the third bowl today.", added Rude, who was munching on a piece of dried pasta. "You've had quite enough of the stuff."
"Do I look like I've had enough?!", she growled. "I'll tell you when I've had enough!"
"Okay! Okay! Point taken!", Reno shivered.
The waiter brought Elena another bowl of soup. She frantically guzzled it down, but unfortunately for her, she forgot to wear a napkin. As she scooped up the final drop from her bowl onto her spoon, disaster struck...
"Aaahh!", she exclaimed.
"Oh, God no! Elena! What have you done?!", shrieked Rude.
They both stared open jawed at Elena. The Turk had managed to get a rather large drop of tomato soup on her white shirt. And the stain was bad...
"Great! This is all we need!", shouted an angry Reno. "The most important meeting of our entire career, and what have we got?! A messed up Turk who looks like something from a vegtable garden!"
"Well don't just sit there! Get me a damn cloth or something!", Elena growled, jumping up and down like a maniac.
Reno opened his jacket and took out a hankerchief. Elena immediately swiped it from his hand. She wiped the stain from her shirt, but it just seemed to make it spread out even more.
"Grrr...!", she groaned in frustration.
"No! That'll just make it worse!", Rude paniced. "I had the same problem before. What you have to do is soak the item of clothing in warm water."
"Waiter!", Elena screamed, as the waiter walked by. "Have you got a ladies bathroom in here or what?!"
"Um, no ma'am, but feel free to use the men's room considering the circumstances.", he said helpfully, noticing the soup stain.
"Reno! Rude! I'm going to the bathroom! No peeking! I know what you perverts are like!"
Elena stormed off into the men's bathroom. Upon entering, she removed her jacket and shirt, exposing her sports bra underneath. She placed the dirty shirt into the sink, and turned on the hot water. She began soaking the shirt, desperately trying to remove the soup, which had now started to soak in. Suddenly, the door opened...
"Eek!", she shrieked, covering her chest.
"Elena, it is just me.", said Reno revealing himself. "Have you finished?"
"No, it won't come off."
"Let me try.", Reno smiled.
"Hey hey hey! Get back! I know you're just in here to try to get some action, but this isn't a lemon, alright!"
"Huh?", said a bewildered Reno. "Look, if you don't hurry up and get that stain out, we can wave goodbye to our promotion!"
"Urgh! Well you can try then! Just stop staring at my breasts!"
Rude sat outside in the resturant. He continued to chew on his dried pasta, and checked his watch.
"They've been in there for ten minutes now!", he grumbled to himself.
Just then, the bathroom door swung open. Reno and Elena walked out, minus the soup stain on Elena's shirt. Amazingly, it was perfect white again.
"Wow! How did you get the shirt looking so white?!", Rude gasped.
"Oh, let's just say 'nature' lent a hand.", smirked Reno.
"Yeah, I couldn't have gotten rid of the stain without the help of Reno's... um... spunky go-get-em attitude!", Elena sniffed.
"O-o-o-kay.", choked Rude, as the three Turks made their way out of the resturant.
"Hey!", yelled the waiter. "Who's been doing you-know-what in the bathroom?!"
THE END__________
'A Countdown To Frustration'
"Mmmm, this tomato soup is delicious! More tomato soup over here!", screamed Elena, the female member of the Turks.
The Turks had stopped in at the local resturant in Wall Market for a quick lunch before their important meeting with President Rufus.
"Elena... don't you think you should cut down on the amount of tomato soup you eat?", asked a concerned Reno, who was sitting next to her, along with his comrade, Rude.
"Yeah, that's the third bowl today.", added Rude, who was munching on a piece of dried pasta. "You've had quite enough of the stuff."
"Do I look like I've had enough?!", she growled. "I'll tell you when I've had enough!"
"Okay! Okay! Point taken!", Reno shivered.
The waiter brought Elena another bowl of soup. She frantically guzzled it down, but unfortunately for her, she forgot to wear a napkin. As she scooped up the final drop from her bowl onto her spoon, disaster struck...
"Aaahh!", she exclaimed.
"Oh, God no! Elena! What have you done?!", shrieked Rude.
They both stared open jawed at Elena. The Turk had managed to get a rather large drop of tomato soup on her white shirt. And the stain was bad...
"Great! This is all we need!", shouted an angry Reno. "The most important meeting of our entire career, and what have we got?! A messed up Turk who looks like something from a vegtable garden!"
"Well don't just sit there! Get me a damn cloth or something!", Elena growled, jumping up and down like a maniac.
Reno opened his jacket and took out a hankerchief. Elena immediately swiped it from his hand. She wiped the stain from her shirt, but it just seemed to make it spread out even more.
"Grrr...!", she groaned in frustration.
"No! That'll just make it worse!", Rude paniced. "I had the same problem before. What you have to do is soak the item of clothing in warm water."
"Waiter!", Elena screamed, as the waiter walked by. "Have you got a ladies bathroom in here or what?!"
"Um, no ma'am, but feel free to use the men's room considering the circumstances.", he said helpfully, noticing the soup stain.
"Reno! Rude! I'm going to the bathroom! No peeking! I know what you perverts are like!"
Elena stormed off into the men's bathroom. Upon entering, she removed her jacket and shirt, exposing her sports bra underneath. She placed the dirty shirt into the sink, and turned on the hot water. She began soaking the shirt, desperately trying to remove the soup, which had now started to soak in. Suddenly, the door opened...
"Eek!", she shrieked, covering her chest.
"Elena, it is just me.", said Reno revealing himself. "Have you finished?"
"No, it won't come off."
"Let me try.", Reno smiled.
"Hey hey hey! Get back! I know you're just in here to try to get some action, but this isn't a lemon, alright!"
"Huh?", said a bewildered Reno. "Look, if you don't hurry up and get that stain out, we can wave goodbye to our promotion!"
"Urgh! Well you can try then! Just stop staring at my breasts!"
Rude sat outside in the resturant. He continued to chew on his dried pasta, and checked his watch.
"They've been in there for ten minutes now!", he grumbled to himself.
Just then, the bathroom door swung open. Reno and Elena walked out, minus the soup stain on Elena's shirt. Amazingly, it was perfect white again.
"Wow! How did you get the shirt looking so white?!", Rude gasped.
"Oh, let's just say 'nature' lent a hand.", smirked Reno.
"Yeah, I couldn't have gotten rid of the stain without the help of Reno's... um... spunky go-get-em attitude!", Elena sniffed.
"O-o-o-kay.", choked Rude, as the three Turks made their way out of the resturant.
"Hey!", yelled the waiter. "Who's been doing you-know-what in the bathroom?!"
THE END__________