Ah, such lovely weather...see the elderly people playing bocci ball and cleansing their dentures with creek water...oops. Let's get on topic.
Here's Installment DREI. Yes, drei means three. Sorry this installment is short. Yes, I am quite deranged. And to think that I incorporate real life experiences in my fics...O_O
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, etc...
Warnings: Language, my own sad pseudo-humor.
Enjoy!
SCREWING. MY Gnomes. Screwing. Holy Mother...
Is it possible?, you ask. Well, from the looks of it, it sure as hell is possible. O_O What's someone to do but stare...
NO! That's wrong! Voyeurism!...*O_O* I break out my binoculars.
OH, this is so.........wrong...
*^-^*
It sure is interesting... Now, what am I going to do? Obviously it was a mistake to burn that female Gnome...**O_O** *I gaze, entranced by this exibitionism* Uh. Maybe it wasn't...
Well. At least I know that my Gnomes are truly men *cough*. I wouldn't want that Treize dork gypping my beloveds of...*blush*. Say...is that a TEDDY that one Gnome is wearing?! ***O_O***
I give a low whistle. Damn, look at those Dobermans at the factory next door. They're drooling...must be that time of year. How annoying!
What should I, Master Maxwell, do about this incredibly...er...*lemony* scene before me? I gaze out my window still yet. Damn. That's one massive orgy. ****O_O****
Right. Should I break this *lovely* event up? Should I severely reprimand my gorgeous Gnomes and give them *gasp* a *punishment*?
Or should I...join in? *HUGE SMILE*
Decisions, decisions...
I know *just* what I'm gonna do.
I'm going to simply make some *modifications* to my minion's Gnome construction process.
Yes, a simple change in anatomy will do juuuuuuuuuuuuuust fine...**^_^**
---/One hour later/---
I sauntered into my head minion's, Howard's, chamber. Head minion really isn't a big deal. Howard just gets a bit less sleep than everyone else and a few more pieces of gruel and Spam.
"Yo, Howard." I addressed him. Howard's a pretty cool minion. Probably because he's old, so he doesn't talk as much. Well, actually, he *does* talk that much. Once he rambled for three full hours about how much he enjoys pretending he's Aunt Jemima. Don't ask.
"Yes, Master Maxwell?" At least Howard shows some respect!
"I need an adjustment in the configuration of my Gnomes. I want you to eliminate the production of a certain nether region…" I hinted. Okay, okay, so that show outside made me squeamish. Shut up.
"What nether regions?" Howard asked, confused. Maybe I didn't hint clearly enough...
"THE PENIS, YOU IDIOT!" I yelled. Whoops...
"What's a penis?"
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
I WON'T even go there.
What am I going to do now, you ask? I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.
Right after I explain to Howard...hey, the man deserves to know!
Mwahahahahaa...
More to come!
wareme
© 2001
Here's Installment DREI. Yes, drei means three. Sorry this installment is short. Yes, I am quite deranged. And to think that I incorporate real life experiences in my fics...O_O
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, etc...
Warnings: Language, my own sad pseudo-humor.
Enjoy!
SCREWING. MY Gnomes. Screwing. Holy Mother...
Is it possible?, you ask. Well, from the looks of it, it sure as hell is possible. O_O What's someone to do but stare...
NO! That's wrong! Voyeurism!...*O_O* I break out my binoculars.
OH, this is so.........wrong...
*^-^*
It sure is interesting... Now, what am I going to do? Obviously it was a mistake to burn that female Gnome...**O_O** *I gaze, entranced by this exibitionism* Uh. Maybe it wasn't...
Well. At least I know that my Gnomes are truly men *cough*. I wouldn't want that Treize dork gypping my beloveds of...*blush*. Say...is that a TEDDY that one Gnome is wearing?! ***O_O***
I give a low whistle. Damn, look at those Dobermans at the factory next door. They're drooling...must be that time of year. How annoying!
What should I, Master Maxwell, do about this incredibly...er...*lemony* scene before me? I gaze out my window still yet. Damn. That's one massive orgy. ****O_O****
Right. Should I break this *lovely* event up? Should I severely reprimand my gorgeous Gnomes and give them *gasp* a *punishment*?
Or should I...join in? *HUGE SMILE*
Decisions, decisions...
I know *just* what I'm gonna do.
I'm going to simply make some *modifications* to my minion's Gnome construction process.
Yes, a simple change in anatomy will do juuuuuuuuuuuuuust fine...**^_^**
---/One hour later/---
I sauntered into my head minion's, Howard's, chamber. Head minion really isn't a big deal. Howard just gets a bit less sleep than everyone else and a few more pieces of gruel and Spam.
"Yo, Howard." I addressed him. Howard's a pretty cool minion. Probably because he's old, so he doesn't talk as much. Well, actually, he *does* talk that much. Once he rambled for three full hours about how much he enjoys pretending he's Aunt Jemima. Don't ask.
"Yes, Master Maxwell?" At least Howard shows some respect!
"I need an adjustment in the configuration of my Gnomes. I want you to eliminate the production of a certain nether region…" I hinted. Okay, okay, so that show outside made me squeamish. Shut up.
"What nether regions?" Howard asked, confused. Maybe I didn't hint clearly enough...
"THE PENIS, YOU IDIOT!" I yelled. Whoops...
"What's a penis?"
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
I WON'T even go there.
What am I going to do now, you ask? I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.
Right after I explain to Howard...hey, the man deserves to know!
Mwahahahahaa...
More to come!
wareme
© 2001
