Oh-So American
Drabble Series
Summary: Hey, you. Yeah, you. The one that can apparently understand me. Can you help me here? ....Isn't this supposed to be an Elite School? Yeah? Then why can't you people understand ENGLISH?! Aren't supposed to know it for business and whatnot? ...WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!
English
"Ne, I know that this is really, really, really forward, but you have any chocolate chip cookies?" I asked Fuyumi.
She tilted her head and with a confused look on her face said the things that I thought was world-known. "What are chocolate chip cookies?"
I gasped, and took her by the shoulders, telling her the wonders of the chocolate chip cookies, and how she was a deprived child.
Completely forgetting that the rest of the club was there. I got so passionate about it, that I slammed my foot on the table, spilled hot tea on the wet noodle. "WE MUST MAKE THEM! TO ZE KITCHEN!!!!!" I shouted, and she and I sprouted wings and flew towards the kitchen.
"YOU!" I shouted at the staff. They all froze with fear in their eyes.
Wonder why... must not ponder! Chocolate chip cookies are on the line! CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES MAN!!!!!!