Quatre Goes Bad, and the G-Boys Have Nowhere to Go
The year is A.C. 197. The G-Boys are at a bus terminal, after coming back from visiting Releena's grave (Heero finally got his way).
Trowah: Where are we heading next Heero?
Heero: I don't know, ask Wufei.
Wufei: Don't ask me, ask someone weak, like Quatre.
Duo: Yeah, where to next weaky?
Quatre: I'm not weak. ::wipes away tear::
Heero: Ha Ha! Weak boy is crying!
Quatre: Shut up! All of you! Except Trowah who never talks!
Trowah: I talk enough............ weak boy.
Wufei: Stop stealing my word! You are all too weak to say weak!
Heero: OOOH! Next week is a show at Pottery Barn!
Wufei: That's it! ::pulls out saber::
Quatre: Kill him! Kill HIM! Then kill all of yourselves! DIE!
Trowah: Someone's a little cranky and needs a nappy-nap.
Quatre: SCREW YOU!!!
Heero: ::laugh maniacally::
Quatre: Cram it bastard! ::pulls out 9mm gun::
Duo: Hey! I'm the only bad boy around here! And I'm special! ::points to himself::
Quatre: ::shoots Duo in the leg:: Next time I shoot, you will be a eunuch!!!
Just then, a gospel singer strolls in!
Random Gospel Singer: You tell him booooy! Power to the weakies!
G-Boys: ::stare at gospel singer::
Random Gospel Singer: Woooo! I am leeeeeeaving! Woo, I am leeeeeaving! ::walks out clapping annoying tune::
Then Dorothy walks in!
Dorothy: Thank you for killing my favorite person Miss Releena!
Heero: If she was your favorite person, why are you happy!?
Trowah: She's craaaaaaaaaazy!
Quatre: ::shoots Dorothy in the neck:: That'll teach you to not to stab me again on Libra!
Wufei: You got stabbed! HA! You are so weak!
Quatre: You want some of this! ::holds up gun::
Wufei: Meep! No sir!
Duo: I know! Let's go to Lenscrafters!
Heero: But none of us need glasses.
Duo: So. We could wear them to look soppistificated. (excuse Duo's bad pronunciation). Then we could pick up smart chicks like Noin!
Wufei: Noin thinks your a weak punk!
Duo: I'm not a punk, I'm a lovable young teen, who generates happiness and charisma to all around me!
Quatre: Your a gay jackass!
Duo: You should talk! I saw you and Rashid in the janitor's closet! And if you hadn't shot my leg, I would so kick your ass!
Heero: Quatre, you need to cool off, so let's go to Chuckie Cheeses. And you need to go to the hospital, Duo!
Duo: NOOO!!! I want to play in the ball room!
Wufei: Just let the baby have his way!
Trowah: Anything else you want shnuck'ums!?
Duo: Yeah! I want a wawwy pop, and a teddy bear!
So they went to Chuckie Cheeses. Duo passed out in the ball room, and Quatre went on a killing spree. It was a good day indeed!
THE END!