Post-It Notes
I have a kitten named Spawn of satan. That is all. Oh yeah- I have my bunny,
Mr. Bunny, and my birds expired. My pets promted me to write this, so excuse
the overall insanity that is usually ensued right around here. (Keep in mind
that this was written on Thanksgiving and I was locked away in my room.
Characters tend to be OOC when under my control, staring the hours away...)
Oh, yes, sure, I own G-Wing! Yeah! Sue my ass! Yeah, and I'm not sure who
owns Post-It notes, but it ain't me! Or maybe it is...
* * * * * * * * * *
On this fateful day, the one and only Shinigami felt it necessary to leave
his room unlocked...the fool. He left to "talk" to Hilde and, while he was
gone, Heero and Co. took the opportunity to activate Operation R:
Revenge-from-the-All-Powerful-Pilots-excluding-Maxwell-who-will-recieve-cruel-
and-unusual-punishment.
Heero: first things first. What is the one thing Duo hates?
Trowa: I believe it's Post-It notes
Quatre: really? I thought I was the only one...*shudders*
*everyone gives their usual 'are-you-on-crack-cause-I'm-not' look*
Quatre: uh, I mean...heh, uh...oh, look! Duo's coming!
*everyone, including Quatre for some reason, looks out the window*
Quatre: *trying to sneak away* phew....see ya! *dashes towards door*
Wufei: Not so fast, pink-boy
Heero: you know, Quatre *loads gun* you're becoming a problem.
Quatre: oh, look! Relena's coming!
Heero: I don't think so. Prepare to die, Qua-
Relena: HEEEEERRROOOO!!!!
Heero: *winces* eeeeeek!! *tries to run, but falls when Trowa trips him*
Trowa: oh, I am so SORRY, Heero! *smirks*
*Heero is glomped by Relena*
Quatre: wow! You're a real friend, Trowa!! *hearts in eyes*
Wufei: o.o *blink, blink*
Heero: *muffled screams*
Relena: I'm SO glad to SEE you, Heero!
Wufei: Alright- I take pity. BAKA ONNA!!! HOW DARE YOU INSULT SUCH
NOT-WEAK PILOTS SUCH AS OURSELVES? AND ANOTHER THING, MISS ack! *cough, cough*
Duo: whoa. I was wondering when he's lose his voice...cough drop, Wu-man?
Wufei: *faintly* kisama! how dare you insult me in such a way?!
Duo: I'll take that as a yes...By the way- what are you all doing here?
Quatre: *takes a step back from Trowa* oh, er...Trowa?
Trowa: *blushes, steps away from Quatre* eh...Heero?
Heero: Dammit, Relena!! *takes pre-loaded gun and blows her head off* what?
oh..revenge, yes! Duo- you're goin' down in flames! *click....silence,
crickets, ...click.....* damn! that was my last bullet! Dammit, Relena!
*kicks her headless corpse*
Wufei: what about the post-its?
Heero: ah, yes; the-- *glances to the left* TROWA, WHAT THE HELL?! QUATRE!
OH, MY EYES!! *smacks into wall*
Quatre: Oh my goodness! Heero!!
Trowa: I think he's dead...
Wufei: *shakes head in disapproval, silently, of course*
Duo: *blink, ........blink, blink* am I missing something?
Yes, now you see what happens when you leave a person alone in a room for 8
hours with a 12-pack of PepsiĀ®!!! Come, Spawn of satan, we must regroup at
dawn. (Sos: MEOW!)
Because I said so!! (Sos: MEOW!) Fine, bring your little stuffed Angelo doll.
Just don't blame me when catches fire. (Sos: MEOW!) Such defiance! You will
pay...Spawn of satan, tell the people to review! (Sos: *to readers* MEOW!)
You heard the cat. Review! Review, dammit!
I have a kitten named Spawn of satan. That is all. Oh yeah- I have my bunny,
Mr. Bunny, and my birds expired. My pets promted me to write this, so excuse
the overall insanity that is usually ensued right around here. (Keep in mind
that this was written on Thanksgiving and I was locked away in my room.
Characters tend to be OOC when under my control, staring the hours away...)
Oh, yes, sure, I own G-Wing! Yeah! Sue my ass! Yeah, and I'm not sure who
owns Post-It notes, but it ain't me! Or maybe it is...
* * * * * * * * * *
On this fateful day, the one and only Shinigami felt it necessary to leave
his room unlocked...the fool. He left to "talk" to Hilde and, while he was
gone, Heero and Co. took the opportunity to activate Operation R:
Revenge-from-the-All-Powerful-Pilots-excluding-Maxwell-who-will-recieve-cruel-
and-unusual-punishment.
Heero: first things first. What is the one thing Duo hates?
Trowa: I believe it's Post-It notes
Quatre: really? I thought I was the only one...*shudders*
*everyone gives their usual 'are-you-on-crack-cause-I'm-not' look*
Quatre: uh, I mean...heh, uh...oh, look! Duo's coming!
*everyone, including Quatre for some reason, looks out the window*
Quatre: *trying to sneak away* phew....see ya! *dashes towards door*
Wufei: Not so fast, pink-boy
Heero: you know, Quatre *loads gun* you're becoming a problem.
Quatre: oh, look! Relena's coming!
Heero: I don't think so. Prepare to die, Qua-
Relena: HEEEEERRROOOO!!!!
Heero: *winces* eeeeeek!! *tries to run, but falls when Trowa trips him*
Trowa: oh, I am so SORRY, Heero! *smirks*
*Heero is glomped by Relena*
Quatre: wow! You're a real friend, Trowa!! *hearts in eyes*
Wufei: o.o *blink, blink*
Heero: *muffled screams*
Relena: I'm SO glad to SEE you, Heero!
Wufei: Alright- I take pity. BAKA ONNA!!! HOW DARE YOU INSULT SUCH
NOT-WEAK PILOTS SUCH AS OURSELVES? AND ANOTHER THING, MISS ack! *cough, cough*
Duo: whoa. I was wondering when he's lose his voice...cough drop, Wu-man?
Wufei: *faintly* kisama! how dare you insult me in such a way?!
Duo: I'll take that as a yes...By the way- what are you all doing here?
Quatre: *takes a step back from Trowa* oh, er...Trowa?
Trowa: *blushes, steps away from Quatre* eh...Heero?
Heero: Dammit, Relena!! *takes pre-loaded gun and blows her head off* what?
oh..revenge, yes! Duo- you're goin' down in flames! *click....silence,
crickets, ...click.....* damn! that was my last bullet! Dammit, Relena!
*kicks her headless corpse*
Wufei: what about the post-its?
Heero: ah, yes; the-- *glances to the left* TROWA, WHAT THE HELL?! QUATRE!
OH, MY EYES!! *smacks into wall*
Quatre: Oh my goodness! Heero!!
Trowa: I think he's dead...
Wufei: *shakes head in disapproval, silently, of course*
Duo: *blink, ........blink, blink* am I missing something?
Yes, now you see what happens when you leave a person alone in a room for 8
hours with a 12-pack of PepsiĀ®!!! Come, Spawn of satan, we must regroup at
dawn. (Sos: MEOW!)
Because I said so!! (Sos: MEOW!) Fine, bring your little stuffed Angelo doll.
Just don't blame me when catches fire. (Sos: MEOW!) Such defiance! You will
pay...Spawn of satan, tell the people to review! (Sos: *to readers* MEOW!)
You heard the cat. Review! Review, dammit!
