Disclaimer: I don't own any characters, blah, blah, blah.... =P

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Diandau was walking around Zaibach one day when he decided he wanted a cup of coffee.

Mmm. Coffee.

He walked to the nearest cafeteria and ordered some. It took sooooo long for him to get his coffe, he started getting impatient. After about ten minutes he began yelling that he wanted his coffee...

Poor Dilly.

Finally, it came. Dilandau took the coffee. "Wait," said the man behind the counter. "It's probably really hot....." But it was too late. Dilandau gabbed the coffee, and, with a glare at the shopkeeper, took a large gulp of it.

Ow.

The searing, hot pain filled Dilandau's throat and he choked, crying out, and spilled more coffee on his shirt, which made him cry out even more. Then, he stormed out the cafeteria, forgetting that there was a door, and.... Well, you can guess what happened next.

SLAM!

By teh time Dilandau got home, his throat hurt, he had a lump on his head, and he had been crapped on by several birds.

The day was obviously not going well for him.

He was hungry now. He decided to make some toast. Dilandau put the bread in the toaster, turned it on, and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

"DAMN YOU, TOASTER!" he screamed. "MY FLAMETHROWER WOULD DO A BETTER JOB THAN YOU!!!"

Forgetting to turn the toaster off, he reached his hand in to retreive the toast. He screamed, the heat tearing at his hand, with the added fun- ness of not being able to get his hand out.

He ran around Zaibach screaming like a stark raving mad teen, the toaster flying this way and that, still hot, and still stuck to his hand.

You're so odd, Dilly.

Dilandau took his flamethrower, trying once and for all to get the toaster off. FOOSH. His hand went up in flame, and he began rolling around on the ground. A man in the Zaibach army saw Dilandau, and laughed. Then, he turned, and walked away, leaving Dilandau to his fate of the flaming- hand- and- toaster.

FINALLY, Dilandau had the toaster off, and nursed his sore hand. He decided to go out for a walk.

DON'T DO IT, DILLY!

A half hour later, he was on a nice trail, and he felt pretty good. Maybe the day wasn't so bad after all.... Suddenly, a large bird flew by, and just happened to be carrying a bucket of pink paint on its wings. The paint then fell.... Right on top of Dilandau.

Dilandau screamed, and jumped into a nearby lake, to wash the paint off. Unfortunately, there happened to be felsh- eating pirhanas in that lake.

Before we knew it, Dilly was dead.

Poor Dilly.

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Now Review and tell me how stoopid that was ^_^;;