Disclaimer: it ain't ours...
Berle-The Sixth Gundam Pilot
Scene 3
REVENGE (imagine the title dripping with blood)
*Wait!! Cookie dough break.
*Five minutes later... We're back..
As the lovely maiden who looks supiciously like Tygerlillee (Just Kidding, I have lovely honey blond tresses, much like another GW Heroine [not the drug] we all know and love so very much, which come a foot off of the floor and eyebrows that for some reason are not at all the same color as my hair and resemble the shape of the tool I use to pluck them with.) begins to wake, AGAIN, the five unatotomically possible old men take ten bunny hops backwards because they asked "Mother, may I?" and watch. However, it must be noted that these conciderate, kind, loveing, old men did not back away from her for her own saftey, but to protect their aging ears.
Her eyes fluttered open and she sat streight, upright on the cot. "Who are you, and where am I?" she asked in her musical, harmonious voice (yet very suductive and husky at the same time somehow...).
"You are with us!! And you are safe and you want to kill all the bad guys in the world for revenge of your murdered family that we never meet or really care about and we will train you to be better than the perfect soldier, which shouldn't really be possible since he is perfect!!" Doctor J says in one breath and them pants for and hour.
"Wow!! Really!! That's cool!! Neat-o!! Sykadelic!! Ostentatious!! Acapella!! Groovey!! Tubeular!!" she excidedly exclaimed!! !! !! "Yah, train me! Even though I don't know any of you're names and you're all really freaky looking old men who've taken a pretty young girl to an isolated place!! Oh, yah, I already trust you completely too!"
"Great, let's get started." A voice said. "Oh, yah, what's your name?"
"Amberle, but you may call me Berle," said Berle.