"I said," she repeated, "WHAT WOULD YOU DO FOR A KLONDIKE BAR?" She yelled in the kind of way that Diablos would when he was in a good mood. Abruptly, everyone in the room stopped talking and stared at her, blinking. Irvine rubbed his ears in pain since he had been sitting next to Selphie.
Squall cleared his throat, as if the thing he was about to say was the most important thing in the world. "Well… I'd give up all my hoes!" He said proudly, and beamed as bright as a white shirt on a sunny day.
Rinoa gave Squall an incredulous look and sat, speechless. Then, as if on cue, she began to sing. "When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie that's amoré!" Then she went over to the window, opened it, and sat and stared at the sun.
Everyone just stared for a few moments as Rinoa continued singing softly under her breath. Then Zell spoke up. "I'd eat a thousand rabid monkeys!"
"That's great, Zell." Quistis said. "But I'd probably just go out and buy one. It's much easier." Everyone nodded in agreement. "Why didn't I think of that?!" Squall says quietly to himself, and hit his forehead with the palm of his hand. "Stupid, stupid, stupid." Rinoa suddenly said, "Look at all the beautiful stars. I never knew how bright they were. And the moon has definitely changed." She closed her eyes and began a new chorus of the amoré song.
"Well, when I eat a York Peppermint Patty, I get the sensation that I'm being thrown into an icy sea full of icebergs and polar bears and crazy Eskimos, and I'm trying to swim up for air but the ice has frozen over my head, and now I'm running out of air!" Irvine grabs his throat and starts gagging. "The ice is everywhere, and I can't get to the surface! Oh, the precious oxygen is just beyond my reach! And I'm screaming, 'Help! Help! Help me for Pete's sake!' and then I'm viciously ripped apart by a huge man-eating fish!" Irvine does a long, drawn-out exaggerated death scene, before sprawling on the floor with his tongue lolling and his eyes closed.
"Yeah, whatever." Selphie rolls her eyes. "I'd boogie in my underwear for two hours and then race on a 300 mph motorcycle across the Grand Canyon. I might die, but hey, those Klondike bars are worth it." Everyone agrees with murmured "Yeah's" and "Sure's" and "You betcha, by golly, gee whiz's".
And thus ends another day of friendly get-together's and pleasant conversation for the students at Balamb Garden. Yes, Rinoa is still singing the amoré song and refuses to talk to Squall. Irvine is still trying to convince people that he was attacked, mulled, and beaten by a pack of angry Eskimos, and Quistis, everyday, goes to the cafeteria to buy herself a Klondike bar. So now we're asking the most important question you will be asked in your lifetime, "What would you do for a Klondike bar?"
