Oh, yes yes yes yes yes! Muahahahaha!!! Judecca is back in business. And, to celebrate, I think I will write the first chapter of something strangely... Well, strange. Hehehehehe....

Duo stared ahead at the newly opened ice cream shop. "This place wasn't here yesterday... Something isn't right. Places like this don't just appear overnight, I'll get the others and we'll... HEY! Free ice cream to celebrate the grand opening!" Duo happily yelled as he saw the sign hanging next to the door. He quickly ran inside, and was soon back out on the sidewalk staring at his 7-scoop-high ice cream cone. "Hehehe... Hey, what's with all of these little airplane-shaped sprinkles?" He wondered aloud. One of the sprinkles fell and hit the ground, and their was a fairly large explosion. "WHATTHEHELLWASTHAT?!" Duo screamed. "There is something seriously wrong with this ice cream!" Duo ran and tossed the ice cream into a nearby garbage can, and immediately it was blown to pieces.

***

Duo grabbed Heero by the arm and pointed up at the sign. "See, see, that's the one!" The other gundam pilots looked up at the sign and read the name of the ice cream shop. "What the? Usama Ice Cream, Now Ubuysome? What kind of an ice cream shop is this?" Trowa asked. "A really bad one. The sprinkles are shaped like little airplanes, and when they hit something, they explode. Watch!" Duo instructed them as he threw a sprinkle at the world trade center, which happened to be next door to the ice cream shop (Okay, I know, I'm evil, so sue me. Er... Please don't.). The trade center began collapsing. "This is not a normal ice cream shop. Come on, we should go have a chat with the owner..." Quatre said, already having developed a theory.

*** Meanwhile, at the pentagon... ***

"Um, Mr. Clinton? You aren't supposed to be here. You aren't president anymore." The guard informed Bill. "Well, now, I wouldn't say that. Once a president, always a president, am I right, my fellow Americans?" Needless to say, nobody answered. Nobody was even paying attention. "Aw, come on, now. Can't ya let me in just for an hour or so? Don't forget that blowjob I gave you! You owe me!" Bill shouted. "Ah, uh, keep your voice down! You can go inside, just don't say anything about that..." Bill nodded his head and entered the pentagon. "Oh, look, ice cream..." Bill smiled as he saw the sign proclaiming 'Usama Ice Cream, the best ice cream this side of Islam!'

Several minutes afterward, there was a fire in the pentagon. Strangely enough, Bill was nowhere to be found...

*** Back in NYC ***

"Excuse me, sir, do you own this place?" Quatre asked. The man across the counter nodded his head. "What's your name?" He asked. "Uh... Uh... Isama Ben Ludan... Yes, that is being my name." The man hesitantly replied. "Okay, Mr. Ludan. Are you aware that your airplane-shaped sprinkles are explosive?" The man thought carefully before replying. "Um... Yes?" Quatre nodded his head. "Oh, alright then. See you later!" And then the gundam pilots exited the ice cream shop. The second they did so, however, Isama began laughing maniacally. "Those fools were thinking that I am really being Ben Ludan! But I am actually.. Osama Bin Laden, the terrorist! Oh, hello, how may I help you?" He asked, finally realising that president Bush had entered the store about the time the gundam pilots had, and was waiting to place his order. "Yes, I'd like a single scoop of vanilla ice cream... Ooh, and could you put on extra sprinkles? Thanks!"

Ah, twisted and maniacal. And I have no doubt that I will have many people yelling at me... As if I give a damn. R+R nonetheless, people!