"Alright, people! Lets go! We have a lot of work to do here! Where are the rebellious town's people! I demand the rebellious town's people on stage now!" Duo stamped his foot angrily, "People! You're killing me! There's work to be done!"

            A small crowd of people grouped on the stage, all dressed in Shakespearian-style clothing. Duo slapped the script against his knee. "Run it again!"

            As the rebellious town's people started to re-rehearse the scene, Duo sat back in his director's chair with a sigh.

            "Duo…" a small growling voice said behind him. "This is injustice…"

            He turned around to face Wufei, and broke into a wide grin. Wufei stood there in knee length puffy pants glittering with brown sequence, and green tights. His shoes were shiny black with a nice golden buckle, and his hair had been slicked back, a small brown cap stuck with a tall, plummeting purple feather to match his white cotton shirt, tied and flared at the wrists and open cut down his chest. He had pasted to his chin a short black goatee. He scowled at Duo, but only received a mischievous grin in return.

            "Wufei, my friend, be proud! This is no injustice! You are playing the ever-honorable roll of Tim! Jasmine's undying cousin, but Richard's ever-loving friend!" Wufei glared at him before turning away, his puffy pants swinging from side to side as he walked.

            The day went on, and when the sunset, Hilde walked in, a paper bag in her arms piled high with Chinese food containers and chopsticks. She stopped dead in her tracks when she was Duo.

            "Jesus Christ, Duo!"

            Duo wore pants much like Wufei's, but more elaborate, decorated with little ribbons and differently colored sequence, bits of lace and feathers of all colors. His shirt was a disgusting green, which flared at the wrists with leather ties, and had a triple pointed collar to match the tights. His feet were locked in knee-high leather boots with black buckles. He had on a brown vest, much to small for him, over the shirt, tied in front with broken bits of ribbon and lace. His hair had been pulled up two bulging buns at the back of his head, stuck with two long peacock feathers, and a small pointed black hat balanced on his head. He smiled, making the small mustache fall from above his lip. He pulled it off with a wince as the glue pulled off skin.

            "Christ, Duo! Look at you!" She set the bag of Chinese food onto a table and started to unload it. "You look like hell!" Looking up, she finally noticed everyone else was dressed in equally bad costumes, "what's going on here?"

            "Ah, my dear Hilde!" He strode over and put an arm around her shoulder. "I have written a master piece! It's called Richard and Jasmine, a tragic tale of rejected love! I am playing the part of Edward! The prince of Virgin…" he paused, "…-ia…."

            Hilde stared at him with a look of disbelieve, and shook her head.

            "Duo."

            The writer turned around to face Quatre, holding up a long, heavy dress and walking down the stage steps carefully, so as not to trip in his high heels. He had on a long blonde wing, the fake hair braided down his back, and bunched up in a huge hair net. His face had been make-upped heavily with blush, lipstick, and eyeliner, and he looked like something out of a really bad horror movie. He stopped in front of Duo and stared blankly at him.

            "What's wrong, dear chum? You look absolutely marvelous! Just like the Jasmine I pictured in my wonderful play. But where is your maid?"

            Quatre rolled her eyes and looked behind him. Relena was waddling around on stage in a fat suit, wearing a fat mask, and trying not to fall down in her new balloon body. She grabbed on to a piece of the castle set and rolled over, breaking the Styrofoam and falling over the railing with a thud.

            "AHHHHH!!!"

            Duo screamed and rushed back to check on his precious set.

            Hilde looked at Quatre, "Wha…?"

            Quatre shook his head and sighed, "I always get stuck with the girl part…" Hoisting up his dress, he walked off, stopping once to fix socks stuffed down his front.

            Hilde pulled out a box of sesame chicken, popped it open, ripped open a pair of chopsticks, and sat down to watch the horror.