This time, Heero was almost certain that the world was ending, and it was all Duo's fault.
No, Duo wasn't blowing up the colonies, he wasn't destroying the Earth; his fellow pilot didn't even have dynamite strapped to his back.
No, Duo was, in fact, sitting quietly while he watched a soap opera.
This greatly worried Heero.
There he was, calmly sitting there as the world tumbled down around the blue-eyed Asian's ears. The soap wasn't even that interesting, and it was all in Spanish. This, too, greatly worried Heero. He was sure that Duo didn't know a lick of Spanish.
01 glanced quickly at the other pilots, trying to convey the need for a meeting without actually voicing his concerns. The other's responded in the following manners, frustrating Heero to no end.
WuFei, though highly skilled in lip reading and other forms of code, seemed sadly lacking in telepathy; therefore he continued to own his own ass at chess.
Quatre was attempting to figure out what the people on the television were saying by watching their lips and moving his in the same manner, therefore missing Heero's pleading – and slightly perplexed - looks. He looked like a gaping fish until Trowa kindly informed him that the actors were speaking Spanish, not simply talking over another vocal set.
Trowa, being his "able-to-do-anything" self, spoke Spanish and was showing his amusment in the only way Trowa knew how: which involved sitting still, being silent, and lifting one corner of his mouth. StrongArm's pilot, however, caught Heero's look and raised a visible eyebrow before he stood and made his way in Heero's direction.
Later:
Heero, having made his list of things to look out for to confirm is suspicion that, yes, the end of the world – or, at least, the Gundam pilots' house – was imminent, went to the kitchen to see why exactly there was a large volume of smoke billowing out of said room.
Upon reaching the doorway, Heero carefully made his way into the pitch black smoke, wondering what the world had come to, "an end" was specifically planted in his mind.
Stepping over the linoleum tiles, the pilot clutched to his list, pondering if one of the four could be the cause. However, his thoughts of Death, Famine, War, and Pestilence were interrupted by a strange – and possibly worse – occurrence.
Flaming pancakes were falling from the sky.