"Deidara-sempai?" Tobi asked, watching Deidara mold clay. "You make your bombs with your hand-mouths, right?"

Deidara nodded. "I do, un. Now go away."

"Then..." Tobi sounded confused. "Doesn't the clay taste bad?"

The blonde bombshell shook his head. "Tobi, un..." he whispered. "I need to tell you a secret."

Deidara abruptly stood up. "It's not clay, un, it's..." he clapped his hands together, high above his head.

"BUBBLEGUM! BAZOOKA, ZOOKA, BUBBLEGUM! BAZOOKA, ZOOKA, BUBBLEGUM!" he cried, doing the dance from the TV commercials.

Tobi gasped. "Really, sempai?"

Deidara glared at the orange-masked boy-man. "Tell anyone and my reputation is ruined. So don't tell anyone, or you'll DIE."

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Sorrym had to get that outta my system. This is what happens when I get bored :D