Ok, this is the longer version of my bro's fanfic.  Oh, and I'd like to respond to some of the reviews I've been getting.  First of all, does everyone here know what OOC means?  It means Out Of Character.  Take the hint, those of you who criticized the first chapter for this.  Next is PWP, which is Plot?What Plot?  There is no point to this fic.  My bro and I are just making fun of the Gundam Characters.  This does not mean that we have anything against Gundam Wing or any of its characters (well, except for my brother.  He hates Quatre and Wufei, but that's him.)  Once again, this was written by my big bro and not me.  
 
 
 
 
In the unseen episode 50 of Gundam Wing, Wufei
kills Quatre in a bloody orgy of violence!
 
Quatre - Hey Wufei!  Let's go have a picnic!  The sun
is shining, the birds are singing...
(Sound of a shotgun.  Feathers begin to float down.)
Wufei - Not anymore.
Quatre - Why can't you be at peace!?!  Can't we all
just get along?
Wufei - You are weak.  Thus, you must die.
Quatre - WHAT!?!?!
Wufei - The weak do not deserve to live.  Besides,
Sandrock sucks.
Quatre - I will not fight you!  Even if you insult my
beloved Sandrock! (whisper - don't worry Sandrock! I
still love you!)
Wufei - Suit yourself.  Hai!!!!
(Sounds of a beatdown)
Quatre - AHHH!!! You just broke my arm!
Wufei - Pansy-wuss.  Take the pain!!!
Quatre - MY SPLEEN!!!!!!!!
Wufei - Do you need your mommy?  Oh wait, she's dead!
HAHAHAHA!
Quatre - Please...don't hurt me...
(Heero, Duo, and Trowa walk by)
Heero - What's going on?
Duo - Looks like Quatre's trying to reattach his
arm...
Trowa - Hmmm.
Duo – So, uh, Wufei.  Why exactly are you beating the crap out of Quatre?
Wufei – He is weak.  Thus, he must be taught a lesson in pain.
Trowa – Hmmm.
Duo – Uh, does it have to be so…painful?
Wufei – Of course.  Why, are you disturbed by it?  Are you weak as well?!?
Duo – Oh no!  I'm not weak, I'm the God of Death.  It's just that it seems a bit excessive…
(During this time, Quatre has been slowly dragging himself away.)
Wufei – Hey, where the hell do you think you're going?
(Wufei grabs Quatre by his legs and drags him back.  The beatings continue.)
Duo – Maybe we should help Quatre, I mean, he is one of us…
Heero – No.  He probably asked for it, anyway.  Let's just watch.
(Dorothy walks by)
Dorothy – Hmm, what do we have here?
Heero – Wufei is beating Quatre into a bloody pulp.
Dorothy – OOOH!  I just love a good fight!  Let me see!
(Wufei is tying Quatre's broken arms into a pretzel.)
Dorothy – Hey Quatre!  Get him into a headlock!
Duo – What's with that girl?
Dorothy – Rah rah rah!  Go Wufei!  Oh, I just love the sound of combat in the morning!
Duo – Hey Dorothy!  Why don't you go watch some professional wrestling or something.
Dorothy – Good idea!  This fight is going nowhere.  Mmmm…I hope Tyson is on…
(Dorothy runs off)
Duo – Man, there is something wrong with that girl.  She must have some sort of testosterone imbalance.  I mean, look at those hairy eyebrows!  They're almost a unibrow!
(Relena walks by)
Quatre - Relena, you'll help me, won't you???
Relena - Sorry, but my country is neutral.  I can only
lodge a formal statement of protest.  Hope you have a
common blood type...(walks away)
Quatre - ARGHHHH!!!!(He gurgles, then falls silent)
Duo - I didn't know anyone could bleed that much!  I think I'm gonna be sick!
Wufei – Let that be a lesson you won't forget.
Trowa – I think you've gone overboard this time, Wufei.
Duo – (Oh, like all those other times weren't overboard…)
Wufei – What is this?  Are you challenging me, clown boy?  Well, are you?  Come on, carnie, show me you're not a coward!
Trowa – No one calls me a carnie!
Heero – Easy Trowa.  Don't let him get to you.
Trowa – No one calls me a carnie.  Not since Ernie Garfunkle in the 5th grade…you'll pay for that!
Wufei – Bring it on.
 
To be continued...