Tori: *sweatdropping profusely* Okay, I KNOW Finders Inc. is taking a long time, but I have to do RESEARCH!!! For instance…

Ke: Achem! *picks up clipboard* Wu Fei happens to HATE Joey Chandler Bing, Rona, and Shiro Kitsune might have used up all her sadistic pleasure on Kuro Kitsune when writing MST of Endless Waltz!

Tori: But I also need the basics like, well, what you look like! If you post it in your profiles or have a description in one of your stories, tell me, and I'll probably catch it on my way around when I check your new fics!

Ke: Yes, ladies and gentlemen, she actually goes around and reads your stories! Yet another incentive to review and keep me employed!

Tori: *scratches back of neck* Actually, It's because I'm too lazy to click the "browse" "anime" "GWing" buttons after I log in…

Readers: *megasuperhugesweatdrop*

Tori: Also, please excuse me blatantly quoting the book. It's part of the joke…

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            "Heero, why is there a spaceship parked through Quatre's wall…" Duet asked, holding a hand to her forehead.

            "Yuy, you dog… You stumble across a planet where women parade around in the nude and don't even bother to tell me?" Ford murmured in awe.

            "For the love of God, Duet. Have some decency," Heero growled and pulled his trusty towel from his Spandex Space pocket (which was actually just a compressed eddy in the space-time continuum). He threw it at her and she wrapped it around herself.

            "I wasn't exactly expecting anyone to be-" Her sentence was cut short as Ford sidled up to her and draped an arm over her shoulders.

            "So how about we blow this Popsicle stand and find a place with some good Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters and a nice beach. If you're good, I'll even let you steer my ship," he smirked suavely and arched his eyebrows. Duet contemplated this for a moment, then fixed him with a look of confusion.

            "TROWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

            Ford was against the wall and gasping for air before he could even hope to drop into his defensive crouch. A green-eyed boy kept him pinned there with a handy little fist wrapped rather tightly about the Betelgeuseian man's throat.

            Duo and a Wu Fei-escorted Quatre were unfortunate enough to walk in on this rather amusing scene.

            "What happened to him?" Duet frowned, watching as the Chinese pilot rocked Quatre until he stopped wringing the hell out of a small stuffed camel that had been unfortunate enough to be caught up by the boy in his raging madness. She reached to take one of his quivering hands, but Wu Fei wouldn't allow it.

            "Be careful, onna. He can be dangerous when he's confronted by an extreme situation," he explained, running hand through the blonde hair.

            "Yeah. He goes to pieces so fast people get hit by the shrapnel…" Duo scoffed and walked over to Heero to question him on the rather large and conspicuous white spaceship taking up most of the space in the room. He did this very causally, though, as if such things happened on a daily basis and needed no more attention than a car that had backed into a telephone pole.

            Trowa, on the other hand, was focusing his attention strictly on the man he had against the wall. He was waiting for something to happen. An instruction, a bit of helpful advice… I mean, he had accomplished what he had set out to do, right? He had rescued his naked girlfriend from some creepy dirt bag who has hitting on her and scared the man into a state of mind that would probably convince any normal person never to attempt anything like what they had just done ever again. Was it really his fault Ford Prefect was anything but normal?

            "…" He released Ford from his death grip and immediately the man darted over to Heero. "Stupid moron…" he mumbled and rolled his eyes.

            "Do you two, er, know each other?" Duo asked, arms akimbo and a look of complete confusion on his face.

            "It's a long story," Ford replied.

            "We met at Millways a couple years ago when he tried to steal my Gundam. Been acquaintances ever since," Heero explained, ignoring him.

            "Okay, so it's not as long as I remember, but-"

            "That explained NOTHING," cried the braided boy, latching onto his boyfriend's arm and fixing him with another "look".

            Trowa approached the Perfect Soldier and Duet trailed behind, followed by the quiet couple.

            "What's Millways?" the girl quizzed, crossing her arms and looking from Heero to Ford and back again.

            Ford grinned manically and his lips twitched into a smile. "It's-"

            "-the restaurant at the end of the universe. And, no, Ford. You're not taking her or any of us," Heero finished for him and gave the man an icy stare.

            "A restaurant?" Duet shot Heero a pitiful pout and her relented.

            "Fine… Lunch at Millways it is. But, Ford, NO funny business. And we want to be back here BEFORE you decided redecorate!"

            "What to you mean, Yuy? Are you imply that we time-travel?" Wu Fei grimaced, contemplating the thought.

            "Well how the hell do you think we're going to get to Millways?"

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Tori: Not my favorite chapter, but I'm sending them to Millways on request by Arcadia Silver and Stanton!

Ke: Yeah, this chapter did suck…

Tori: *yawn* Why don't I have any motivation to work?