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
"Ah." Said Mori, and then went to go talk to the crazy-ass-teddy-bear-lover-wanna-be-Jamacian.
"Are you alright?" asked Kyoya, popping out of nowhere.
"Indeed. So about this Annual Mask Festival, what are you guys going to be doing for it?" I asked my oh-so cool teacher of the Japanese language.
"Tamaki has yet decided on it." He replied, pushing up his glasses.
"Sou ka…. " I started getting an idea.
"No."
"Heh?"
"No."
"No."
"No."
"But the melons!"
"Melons?"
"You fail."
"I am an Ootori. Ootori's do not fail."
"You just did, you just failed epically on the grand scale of the Random Clown scale, which mind you isn't as epic at the Purple Knitted Octopus Wearing a Shiny Top Hat scale, but is more epic that a Straw Horseshoe Scale of epicness. Plus your fail just wasn't even registered on the Epic Fail menu that according to the law of Seashelled Owl, revised by the Mario Brothers, version 64.86 pi times the square root of 6 is just a normal fail.
"It just wasn't epic enough." I replied. Even supplying charts to show him, of how he failed.
Kyoya just grunted and looked away.
"I win." I stated, holding out the peace sign, right before my Twinkies kidnapped me.