Ok, so I lied. I didn't put up Italian Lesson... but I really like this one (as well as the rest) better. So kill me... not literally. Anyway, um... yeah, this is probably one of the most messed up sketches yet. Poor, poor crab... Ok, better not give it away.
I don't own Gundam Wing, the Monty Python sketches, or Wizzo Butter *pouts* but I wish I did, not the butter, but you get the idea. And as for this part... my only warning is a slightly violent crab and cross-dressing. Enjoy!
Nerurisa was still working on fixing the chair when they finished reading over the 2nd script. She didn't bother to assign parts... unfortunately. The group basically assigned each other by the time they walked over to the girl who was supposed to be in charge.
"Heero... what the hell did you do to this chair?"
The assassin dumps a bunch of screws, nuts, and bolts from his pocket and then walks onto the stage. Everyone else follows him, snickering at the puzzled looking director
Wizzo Butter
During a short animation Trowa was forced to read a small voice over. It took Nerurisa a long enough time to get him to read as is.
"Yes, mothers... new improved Wizzo Butter containing 10% more or less... More or less what?"
"Shh! Just read!"
"... is absolutely indistinguishable from a dead crab. Remember buy Wizzo Butter and go to heaven..."
"You were supposed to emphasize the last word."
"Supposed to what?"
"He did..." Quatre interrupts.
"Never mind... just go."
The animation ended and the scene opened with the four other Gundam boys on stage, three dressed as middle age and middle to low class British women *scary thought.* The fourth, who had ended up being Quatre, sat with a mic, supposedly interviewing them. Wufei picks up his props carefully, eyeing the offending objects as if they could explode at any second.
"Onna! What the hell are these?"
"Cut!" Nerurisa yells, "Chang, that is not the line."
His face flushed dark crimson, "How are you use my first name woman! Injustice! Have you no honor!"
She gulps and glances quickly over at the camera to find it still rolling. Zechs had apparently misplaced the cameraman.
"Zechs, what do you think you're doing?"
"Look at me when I talk to you woman!"
"Collecting material for blackmail..."
"So me justice!"
"It would be just for you to shut up, Wu-man."
He turns to glare at Duo, "Maxwell! Who gave you permission to speak!"
"Chill out, Wu..."
"How dare you!"
"Well," Quatre speaks up, "He's kinda right. After all, you are cross dressing and..."
Suddenly Wufei seemed to notice the fact he'd been forced into a floral pattern dress and goes pale before starting to rant again. Heero throws the crab prop at him, which turned out not to be as dead as originally thought and attaches itself to his ear. He ran around screaming until someone pinned him down to remove it.
"No justice... dishonor to all of you. Only I can..."
"Wufei! Sit down!"
He took his place on stage, still grumbling.
"Action..."
Wufei picks up the container of butter and stares at it blankly. Taking a quick sniff his face immediately went green. He then turned and grabbed the crab by a leg.
"I can't tell the difference between Wizzo Butter and this... dishonorable dead crab."
The poor thing was squirming as he held it up, and before he could fix it so that his last statement was true, Relena jumped up and grabbed the crab.
"Woman! What are you doing!"
"Don't kill it!"
"That filthy, wretched, lame excuse of a creature..."
"I think I'll keep it as a pet."
"WHAT!"
"It's cute..."
"Onna! You're weakness is your demise!"
He drew his katana and made chase after the now loose crab until it scurried out of sight and he was forced back to his seat.
"Um..." Quatre looks desperately off set to see if he should continue, "Yeah... We find that 9 out of 10 British housewives can't tell the difference between Wizzo Butter and a dead crab."
"And Wu-men can't tell the difference between a dead crab and a live one," Duo adds.
"Onna! How dare you!"
"Wu, I'm not a woman!"
"You sure as hell look like one..." Hilde snickers.
Heero pulls both boys back into their seats. Wufei jumps up from his screaming a crab attached to his butt.
"DIE CRAB!!!"
He ran off after it again, and ended up in circles.
"It's true! She can't!" The rest of the group choruses along with Duo, "Here, here! You're on television aren't you?"
"Um, yeah... sure..."
"You do that thing with those silly women who can't tell Wizzo Butter from a dead crab... like Wu-man."
"Omea o kurosu."
"Last I checked there wasn't any Japanese in this sketch."
"Hn."
"Would anyone like to translate?"
"No!" the chorus.
"Fine... someone, now!" Nerurisa yells.
"He said... 'You try that around here you blond idiotic... oh, um..."
"Skip that part."
"Ok...and we'll slit you face, hang you upside-down from a flagpole, hold target practice on your pathetic ass, and then... What! Heero, you perv!"
"Never mind... I don't wanna know."
"He said all that?"
"Yeah, and then some..."
Wufei looked over at Duo, who was shoving his face with the fuzzy green mass that was supposedly Wizzo Butter and turned a stranger shade of green than before. He ran out with one hand over his mouth. Noin turned around to get the next scrip and her hand hit something. The small crab flew across the room and slammed into the camera. It lay on the floor, one leg twitching.
"Now what do you have to say for yourself?"
"HAHAHA! I DEMAND WAR!" Dorothy howls.
"Oops?"
I don't own Gundam Wing, the Monty Python sketches, or Wizzo Butter *pouts* but I wish I did, not the butter, but you get the idea. And as for this part... my only warning is a slightly violent crab and cross-dressing. Enjoy!
Nerurisa was still working on fixing the chair when they finished reading over the 2nd script. She didn't bother to assign parts... unfortunately. The group basically assigned each other by the time they walked over to the girl who was supposed to be in charge.
"Heero... what the hell did you do to this chair?"
The assassin dumps a bunch of screws, nuts, and bolts from his pocket and then walks onto the stage. Everyone else follows him, snickering at the puzzled looking director
Wizzo Butter
During a short animation Trowa was forced to read a small voice over. It took Nerurisa a long enough time to get him to read as is.
"Yes, mothers... new improved Wizzo Butter containing 10% more or less... More or less what?"
"Shh! Just read!"
"... is absolutely indistinguishable from a dead crab. Remember buy Wizzo Butter and go to heaven..."
"You were supposed to emphasize the last word."
"Supposed to what?"
"He did..." Quatre interrupts.
"Never mind... just go."
The animation ended and the scene opened with the four other Gundam boys on stage, three dressed as middle age and middle to low class British women *scary thought.* The fourth, who had ended up being Quatre, sat with a mic, supposedly interviewing them. Wufei picks up his props carefully, eyeing the offending objects as if they could explode at any second.
"Onna! What the hell are these?"
"Cut!" Nerurisa yells, "Chang, that is not the line."
His face flushed dark crimson, "How are you use my first name woman! Injustice! Have you no honor!"
She gulps and glances quickly over at the camera to find it still rolling. Zechs had apparently misplaced the cameraman.
"Zechs, what do you think you're doing?"
"Look at me when I talk to you woman!"
"Collecting material for blackmail..."
"So me justice!"
"It would be just for you to shut up, Wu-man."
He turns to glare at Duo, "Maxwell! Who gave you permission to speak!"
"Chill out, Wu..."
"How dare you!"
"Well," Quatre speaks up, "He's kinda right. After all, you are cross dressing and..."
Suddenly Wufei seemed to notice the fact he'd been forced into a floral pattern dress and goes pale before starting to rant again. Heero throws the crab prop at him, which turned out not to be as dead as originally thought and attaches itself to his ear. He ran around screaming until someone pinned him down to remove it.
"No justice... dishonor to all of you. Only I can..."
"Wufei! Sit down!"
He took his place on stage, still grumbling.
"Action..."
Wufei picks up the container of butter and stares at it blankly. Taking a quick sniff his face immediately went green. He then turned and grabbed the crab by a leg.
"I can't tell the difference between Wizzo Butter and this... dishonorable dead crab."
The poor thing was squirming as he held it up, and before he could fix it so that his last statement was true, Relena jumped up and grabbed the crab.
"Woman! What are you doing!"
"Don't kill it!"
"That filthy, wretched, lame excuse of a creature..."
"I think I'll keep it as a pet."
"WHAT!"
"It's cute..."
"Onna! You're weakness is your demise!"
He drew his katana and made chase after the now loose crab until it scurried out of sight and he was forced back to his seat.
"Um..." Quatre looks desperately off set to see if he should continue, "Yeah... We find that 9 out of 10 British housewives can't tell the difference between Wizzo Butter and a dead crab."
"And Wu-men can't tell the difference between a dead crab and a live one," Duo adds.
"Onna! How dare you!"
"Wu, I'm not a woman!"
"You sure as hell look like one..." Hilde snickers.
Heero pulls both boys back into their seats. Wufei jumps up from his screaming a crab attached to his butt.
"DIE CRAB!!!"
He ran off after it again, and ended up in circles.
"It's true! She can't!" The rest of the group choruses along with Duo, "Here, here! You're on television aren't you?"
"Um, yeah... sure..."
"You do that thing with those silly women who can't tell Wizzo Butter from a dead crab... like Wu-man."
"Omea o kurosu."
"Last I checked there wasn't any Japanese in this sketch."
"Hn."
"Would anyone like to translate?"
"No!" the chorus.
"Fine... someone, now!" Nerurisa yells.
"He said... 'You try that around here you blond idiotic... oh, um..."
"Skip that part."
"Ok...and we'll slit you face, hang you upside-down from a flagpole, hold target practice on your pathetic ass, and then... What! Heero, you perv!"
"Never mind... I don't wanna know."
"He said all that?"
"Yeah, and then some..."
Wufei looked over at Duo, who was shoving his face with the fuzzy green mass that was supposedly Wizzo Butter and turned a stranger shade of green than before. He ran out with one hand over his mouth. Noin turned around to get the next scrip and her hand hit something. The small crab flew across the room and slammed into the camera. It lay on the floor, one leg twitching.
"Now what do you have to say for yourself?"
"HAHAHA! I DEMAND WAR!" Dorothy howls.
"Oops?"
