(On one of the Winner Resource Satellites)
Considering the
ferocity of the other Chibi attacks, the scene that greeted the reader was
somewhat different. Quatre and Chibi-Quatre were having tea and chatting.
"So you say that
Chibis all over the world are retaliating against their big selves?" Quatre
inquired politely.
"Oh, yeth."
Chibi-Quatre replied, "But I don't think they'ww win. We're too smaww to do any
damage. That'th why I'm thitting hewe having tea with you."
"That's a good plan.
Peace is always the wisest course of action."
"I don't reawwy want
to huwt anywon," Even as he said it, Chibi-Q was patting the tiny (very tiny)
bottle of poison in his pocket.
"Good. I don't want to
hurt you, either." The two continued to sip their tea for a while in silence.
Finally Chibi-Q broke the silence.
"Mowe tea, Quatwe?"
"Yes, please."
Chibi-Quatre stood on
the table as his picked up the huge (to him) kettle. While pouring the tea, he
managed to dump the contents of the small bottle into the boiling tea. He sat
back with his cup, but didn't take a drink.
Quatre took a sip of
tea. "Hmm, this has a different taste to it. What flavour is it?" He smiled at
the little Chibi. Still smiling, Quatre keeled over face first onto the table.
Chibi-Q jumped up and ran across the table. He pulled Quatre's head up by the
blond bangs and looked into the vacant staring eyes. "Excewwent."