1-800-Hot-Stuff!!
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing in this story, period! So………don't sue me!
*ahem* Before I begin I would like to say "I am a new writer,…..actually I write a lot……lets say " I am a new 'post-up' fan ficcys fan!" With than in mind I hope you enjoy it!
The Gundam Boys were sitting in their trashy living room covered with potato chip bags, candy wrappers, unfinished sandwiches, and a HUGE cookie with only one chunk missing. The boys had gotten real lazy (but still lookin' good ^_^!!).
They would sit in front of the T.V for hours-n-hours-n-hours-n-hours-n-hours-n-hours( you get the idea)…watching…..well…television or played Platstation. But there was one commercial that would catch their eye each time they saw it:
"Call and speak to our new fortune-telling physics and let THEM read your future! Call them now at: *1-800-HOT-STUFF*"
* you can only be 18 to call. . $100000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 for each sec of each phone call. And this is only entertainment*
"That's it! I can't take it ANY……-MORE!!" Duo ran to the phone and dialed the number. Herro ran up and busted Duo across the back of his head, knocking Duo out (K.O!). As Duo flew across the room and landed on am open ketchup bottle. Ketchup spewed out every where, hitting Quatre across the face. Soon Quatre started to freaked out, "I've been hit. I'm………I'm………BLEEDING!!!!!!" as he dramatically slapped the back of his forehead and 'fainted'. As Trowa and Wufei stood in silence with there sweat drop expressions.
Back to Herro *ahem*
"Hello you have you have reached the HOT-STUFF hot line our physic will be with you shortly."
"Yeah…..whatever.." Heero responded
"Hello how can I help you?" The sexy feminine tone spoke.
"Uh……..I……………a…..you……..see…."
"*tee hee* Just tell me your first name and I'll take it from there."
" ………Herro…………"
"Alright Herro, you are the serious and silent type, yes?"
"Yes."
" At times you may be lost in thought?"
" Yes, several times."
"You played a major role in an important part………….a 'mission' ?"
"Yes!! The Operation Meteor!"
"And now your looking for something to get you mind off of some one, yes?"
Herro began to deny, " Uh……..No."
"Yes."
"No."
"YES!"
"NO!"
"YES!!!!"
"Okay your right."
"Knew it. She has a peace loving soul?"
"Yea. Her names Relena."
"I have advice for you about that young women…….." Heero soon began to lean in more for the awaiting info ….waiting in silence, "……..yea……………"
" STAY AWAY FROM THAT SLUT!!! SHE WANTS YOU ONLY TO BE HER SEX-SLAVE!!!!!!!!!"
No way?!?"
"Yes way!!"
"Thanks that's all I want to know", then Herro hung up the phone walked over towards the couch and began to play Tekken with Wufei. Before the 'Tekken Tournament' Wufei stood up saying "JUSTICE SHALL PREVALE!"
As Herro gave his usual response, "Whatever."
*5 minutes later……………….*
"WHOSE YOUR DADDY?!??!!" Herro screamed in triumph
"……you're my daddy……"Wufei was very disappointed and not amused.
"DAMN RIGHT BOY!!!!!"
*ahem*………..anyway lets see how………um …Trowa is doing!
"Alright my turn" Trowa walked up to the phone and hit the redial button……