Once upon a time, there was a Guile.
Guile didn't really know what to do with himself. He had this horrible feeling he was in some badly written fanfiction, but he wasn't sure. Sighing to himself, the long-haired man prayed quickly that it was not the case. Being in a plotless fanfiction was not his thing.
He sighed again and looked at the wand in his hand. Suddenly, inspiration struck either him or the bad writer. It was not a wand he held in his hands. It was.....a pimp cane.
Everyone turned as Guile jumped to his feet, obviously very excited. Kid raised an eyebrow.
"...what is he doin'?"
Serge blinked a few times, watching as Guile started to strut around the ground, wand held high in the air.
"I have no earthly clue."
They both watched, somewhat confused. Guile was always a bit weird, but this situation definitely took the cake. Now the man was whirling his wand around. Kid's jaw dropped as he made a certain attire appear.
Guile was now dressed like a pimp.
"....what kinda outfit is that, Kid?" Serge questioned. Kid stared at the boy with wide eyes.
"Ya don' know?!"
"......is that bad?"
Kid slapped her forehead. Boys from small villages didn't know anything. It was a miracle he even knew what a bathroom was.
Guile stood proud, wearing the clothes that spoke loudly of his personal opinion of himself. He thought he was a pimp. A random person turned to Guile as he walked by, nodding at Kid. "How much is she?"
The longhaired man didn't answer the question. He merely waved his wand. "I have a pimpcane!! WOO!"
Meanwhile, Kid glared at the random man.
"Do I look like a HOOKA' to you?!?!?!" she screeched.
The man started to say something, but stopped as he saw the blonde raise a dagger.
"...hooker?"
"...nevermind, Serge..."
Guile continued to wave his wand around. "Pimpcane! Pimpcane!"
Kid turned to Guile. "Tha' is NOT a PIMPCANE. It's a wand!"
He adjusted his mask, deep in thought. He pondered the comment deeply. What meaning did that sentence have? Then the answer came to him like lightning.
He gave Kid and Serge a wide grin. "YES! It is my....WONDERWAND! Girls cream at the mere SIGHT of it! Look, Kid! Look at my WONDERWAND!! Wooo! You can touch it if you want!"
Kid took the "wonderwand" from the overly happy Guile.
And bashed him upside the head with it repeatedly, until he passed out.
That, my friends, is the story of Guile and his Wonderwand.
Author's Note: Don't ask. I don't know. I really don't. I just saw the wand and it doth said unto me....pimpcane. Please email me at SailaPyro@aol.com with any comments, or give me a review! Thank you kindly!