Will The Real Trowa Barton Please Speak Up? (Parody of 'The Real Slim
Shady' by Eminem)
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. Never have. Never will. And I don't own any of Eminem's songs. I also don't own any of the trademarked things here.
A/N: Hmm. I kinda like the on-the-side stuff. I know you just wanted to read the parody, but I disn't know if it was good enough, so I added something thought was funny at the beginning.
Other stuff: Trowa is the lead singer, because I think that he's had too few singing opportunities. It's his time to shine, ne?
Noin: Here we are... The Dorlian-Peacecraft-Une Center For Stalkers, Schizos, and the Clinically Insane. Everybody out.
(Everyone files out of the Porsche.)
Wufei: But Miss Noin! I'm scared!
Duo (snorting): YOU? God's threat to women? SCARED? Those two words don't seem to fit into the same sentence, Chang.
Noin (groans): Oh, Sally warned me about his chronic fear of mental hospitals, because when he was touched by a mental patient when he was a kid. So she injected him with a few milligrams of liquid Prozac. That's just the medication pouring into his blood stream.
Heero (sweatdrops): Anything ELSE we should worry about?
Noin (thinking hard): Uh, Sally also said that if he spaces out, utters absolute gibberish, or threatens to cut off Duo's braid, then I should give you all a nice funeral.
(Quatre wrings his hands uneasily.)
Quatre: But I'm too handsome to die!
Duo (agreeing): Yeah! Me too!
Quatre and Duo: We're...too handsome for ourselves...too handsome for ourselves...too handsome for me...
(They pose a la Will Smith-Tommy Lee Jones. Trowa, Wufei, and Heero look at each other.)
Trowa, Wufei, and Heero: HUH?
Duo: Of course you wouldn't appreciate the song. And why is that, Quatre?
(Duo and Quatre launch into song once more)
Duo and Quatre: Because you're...too ugly for yourselves...too ugly for yourselves...too ugly compared to we...
Trowa: That didn't make any sense whatsoever.
Duo: I know. But when you're as good-looking as us...
Heero: STOP IT! DON'T SING ANYMORE! DON'T SING ANYMORE!!!
(30 minutes later, Noin gets fed up with all the bickering between the five pilots, buys dog leashes and drags them by their scruffy necks inside the mental institution.)
Wufei: NO! NO! I'm too young to die!
(Heero cattle prods him ((A/N: Why do all of my humor fics involve cattle prods?)) to shut up.)
Heero (hissing): Don't get Blonde Test Tube Boy and Peacock Man going at that butt-awful song again! Make the insanity stop!
(Noin throws them into a room filled with mental patients that look like our beloved Trowa. She looks through the glass panel.)
Noin: SING!
Quatre (raises his hand): Miss Noin?
Noin: What NOW, Quatre?
Quatre: I'm scared...
Noin: Just drink the medicine and act stupid!
Random Mental Patient (to Quatre): The pink ones keep you from screaming.
Quatre: AAAAAAHHHHH!!!
(The Random Mental Patient stuffs tons of pink pills into his mouth.)
Quatre: I feel...amazingly perky and in tune with my inner self...
Authoress (from offset): Stop the damn silliness and get on with the song! People want to read the parody! Start the parody!
Heero (protesting): But you're the baka writing everything!
Authoress (thinks hard): Oh. Yeah. Oops. So, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Moulin Rouge!
(Red curtain goes up, revealing the Gundam pilots decked out in whore clothing with whore makeup.)
(A/N: You have permission to scream out loud now. I am. The mere thought of it is giving me nightmares.)
Trowa: Damn it, Mandy! You know I didn't shave my armpits yet!
Quatre: Am I meant to be Christina Aguilera?
Duo: I'm Lil Kim, right? Or am I Mya?
Wufei: Am I Pink?
Heero: I WASN'T PUT ON EARTH TO BE A GIRL!!!
Noin (to me): Wait 'til Relena gets a load of this...
Me: Oh, she will...because I'm taping it!
(After 10 minutes, I finally get tired of hearing the boys quarrel about who's who, stop filming, and finally write the damn parody. So there.)
(Noin signals to Duo to start the announcement.)
Duo: May I have your attention please?
May I have your attention please?
Will the real Trowa Barton please speak up?
I repeat, will the real Trowa Barton please speak up?
We're gonna have a problem here..
Trowa: Y'all act like you never seen a quiet pilot before
Hands in the air, like Treize, like Wufei just burst in the door
And started beatin' up each others' Gundams worse than before
They first tried to erase each other's present futures (Ahh!)
It's the return of the... "Ah, wait, no way, you're kidding, Trowa didn't just say something, did he?"
And Dr. J said... nothing you idiots!
Dr. J's dead, he's locked in my basement! (Ha-ha!)
Trowa: Pro-yaoi teen girls love Trowa Barton
{*vocal turntable: chigga chigga chigga*}
Wufei: "Duo Maxwell, I'm sick of him Look at him, walkin around, swinging his insanely long braid, pointing guns at You Know Who..."
Duo: "Yeah, but he's so cute though!"
Heero: AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Trowa: Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse, than what's goin on in your parents' bedrooms
Quatre: Yeah! My dad keeps on making sisters! With test tubes!
Wufei: Shaddup.
Quatre: Okay.
Sometimes, I just wanna go and talk nonstop, but can't
But it's cool for Duo to steal Quatre's Herbal Essence
Quatre (offset): You WHAT?
Duo: TROWA! I told you not to tell!!! I want my bribe back!
Trowa: Come on you little kids, come on you little kids
Petition to get us back CN and I'll give you a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little squids
And expect them not to know what Duo's hair really is
Of course they gonna know how Gundams are made
By the time they hit fourth grade
They got the Discovery Channel don't they?
Trowa: We ain't nothing but killers,
Well, some of us pacifists who preach to people about something called peace
Wufei: YEAH RIGHT!
Trowa: But if we can kill people and tell kids to idolize us
Then there's no reason that Wufei can't be a girly wuss
Quatre: EWWW!!!
Trowa: But if you feel like I feel, I got the voicebox, whoa,
Cathy please don't wave your pantyhose,
But sing the chorus and it goes
Trowa: I'm not Trowa Barton
Yes I'm not the real Trowa
All you other Trowa Bartons are just dead or imitating
So won't the real Trowa Barton please speak up, please speak up, please speak up?
I'm not Trowa Barton
Yes I'm not the real Trowa
All you other Trowa Bartons are just dead or imitating
So won't the real Trowa Barton please speak up, please speak up, please speak up?
Trowa: Akazukin Chacha don't cuss to make people watch their show and sell their merchandise
Well we do, so forget her, and forget you too!
You think I give a damn about a Razzie?
Half of you critics don't even know me, let alone watch me
"But Nanashi, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why? So you guys could just glomp me here?
So you can, sit me here next to Misty?
Damn, Ruriko better switch me chairs so I can sit next to Shun Ukiya or Syaoran Li
(A/N: I KNOW it's Li Syaoran, but I needed something that rhymed.)
Trowa: And hear 'em argue whether Britney's ever gonna bag a Grammy (A/N: Did she?)
Please don't put this song on MTV
I'm not cute, I'm not married to Dorothy, hee hee!
I should really thank the guy whom I took my name from
But he's dead, so what can I do? Gee!
Wufei (offset): AAAHHH!!!
Trowa: I'm sick of all you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me
I believe my mission is technically to destroy you
And I can clone a million of me who have weird bangy hair like me,
Who love turtlenecks and pants as much as me
Who use as much styling gel as me
Who don't speak like me
They might just be the next best thing, but they ain't me!
Trowa: I'm not Trowa Barton
Yes I'm not the real Trowa
All you other Trowa Bartons are just dead or imitating
So won't the real Trowa Barton please speak up, please speak up, please speak up?
I'm not Trowa Barton
Yes I'm not the real Trowa
All you other Trowa Bartons are just dead or imitating
So won't the real Trowa Barton please speak up, please speak up, please speak up?
Trowa: You can't listen to me
Coz I hardly ever talk 'bout anything, damn and gee!
I'm only giving you things you joke about with your friends when you're drunk or dead
The only difference is that I'm tall,
I don't have to be false of full of gall at all
I just keep it all in and spit it
In a cuspidor
Whether you like ta admit it
I just don't talk better than all you other mimes can
Then you wonder how teenage girls dig our natural drawn good looks like Valiums
Duo: It's because we're devilishly good-looking and we whip the llama's ass!
Quatre: Llamas? We whip llamas? No! I love llamas so very much!
Wufei (groans): No, Quatre, it's just soemthing people say to describe a skin on Winamp.
Quatre: Skin? Winamp? People?
Heero: We have got to teach this kid about the Internet.
Wufei (sighing): Aaahhh...the wonders of online pornography...
Duo: WHAT?!?
Wufei: Wonders of online...porosity! Porosity!
(Duo, Trowa, and Heero roll their eyes.)
Quatre: What?
Trowa: It's ironic, coz at the rate I'm going when I'm 20,
I'll be the only person in this damn asylum hurling
Britney's albums with my lighter, burnin'
And I'm grinning but all this marijuana still isn't workin'
And every single teen girl is a Trowa Barton stalkin'
He could be workin' at Burger King,
Speakin' to your onion rings
(Quatre makes an offstage hacking noise.)
Noin (to me): He makes a good hacker.
(I nod. But that's just the liquid Prozac I had Sally inject me with.)
(Quatre's still hacking.)
Duo: What's wrong with Papa's-Boy-Winner?
Quatre: Got...something...in...my...throat...hack hack hack
(Heero hugs Quatre)
Quatre: Hack...ew, Wufei! I'm NOT gay!!! Getoffameeeee!!!
(Wufei pokes both sides of Quatre's neck and a chewed-up wad of paper hits the glass panel of the room. Heero picks it up with a pair of tongs. He's also wearing sterilized yellow gloves.)
Heero: The lyrics to 'I Love Rock and Roll?' Why?
(Backs away from Quatre slowly.)
Quatre: It's not what you think! I didn't download that!
Duo (crossing his arms): Yeah? Then who did?
Quatre: HER! HER! (Pointing to me) Mandy did it! Mandy did it! She told me she finished her Britney Spears parody and she wanted me to get rid of the lyrics to the song! I didn't do it!! I swear!!!
(Pilots turn to me for confirmation. I mischievously shake my head and repeatedly point to Quatre, mouthing, 'He did it, he did it.')
Noin: You are SO bad!
Me: Yeah, I know! That's why I put it to good use by writing fanfics.
Noin: Writing the what now?
Me: Never mind.
Wufei: You scare me, Winner.
Duo: Speak for yourself! I caught you taping the Teletubbies and Dora The Explorer last night!
Wufei: WHAT THE!
Noin and Me: JUST FINISH THE G-D SONG!!!
Trowa: Or in the parking lost,
Circling, screaming, 'Wufei is gay'
Wufei: Why do you want to insult whatever's left of my pride and dignity? You already did that in One Weak-A Tribute To Heero Yuy!
(A/N: I also used the same line in 'One Weak.' Dunno why I put it in here.)
Noin: Yes, and you better shut up before I tranq you!
Trowa: With his car windows down and his scythe up
So, will the real Trowa Barton please speak up?
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind, outta tongue, and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?
Trowa: I'm not Trowa Barton
Yes I'm not the real Trowa
All you other Trowa Bartons are just dead or imitating
So won't the real Trowa Barton please speak up, please speak up, please speak up?
I'm not Trowa Barton
Yes I'm not the real Trowa
All you other Trowa Bartons are just dead or imitating
So won't the real Trowa Barton please speak up, please speak up, please speak up?
Trowa: I'm not Trowa Barton
Yes I'm not the real Trowa
All you other Trowa Bartons are just dead or imitating
So won't the real Trowa Barton please speak up, please speak up, please speak up?
I'm not Trowa Barton
Yes I'm not the real Trowa
All you other Trowa Bartons are just dead or imitating
So won't the real Trowa Barton please speak up, please speak up, please speak up?
Trowa: Ha ha, guess there's a Trowa Barton in all of us
Dammit, just stand up and let me shut up.
(Duo, Wufei, Quatre, Heero, and rowa line up with all the other loonies. What's noticeable in this picture is that Duo, Wufei, Quatre, and Heero are wearing wigs with Trowa's hairstyle. And everyone is in hospital gowns.)
Random Insane Guy Who Looks Like Howie From The Backstreet Boys: The yellow ones keep ya from making more song parodies.
Gundam pilots: AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(They run out of the asylum.)
Random, Insane People Who Resemble Celebrities: Freedom! Freedom! Sweet, Horrible Freedom!!!
(They also run out of the asylum.)
Noin (to some nurse woman): Aren't you going to do anything about the wackos escaping?
Some Nurse Woman: Nah... We're pretty thankful that that's the last of the bedpans we'll have to clean. For a long while, anyway.
Some Nurse Man: Hey, some washed-up celebrities are checking themselves in again in a few hours.
Same Nurse Woman: No way! Let's make out in the supply room.
Some Nurse Man: Okay.
Me (to Noin): What did that have to do with my parody?
Noin: I don't know... are we alone?
Me (getting a far, spaced-out look in my eyes): No...We are not alone...the truth is out there...
(Eerie X-Files music fades out, and Noin and I run for our lives, ready to torture the Gundam pilots once more.)
A/N: Uh...weird. I was kinda typing this while watching The Simpsons, so it got kinda weird at the end. But I like it anyway.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. Never have. Never will. And I don't own any of Eminem's songs. I also don't own any of the trademarked things here.
A/N: Hmm. I kinda like the on-the-side stuff. I know you just wanted to read the parody, but I disn't know if it was good enough, so I added something thought was funny at the beginning.
Other stuff: Trowa is the lead singer, because I think that he's had too few singing opportunities. It's his time to shine, ne?
Noin: Here we are... The Dorlian-Peacecraft-Une Center For Stalkers, Schizos, and the Clinically Insane. Everybody out.
(Everyone files out of the Porsche.)
Wufei: But Miss Noin! I'm scared!
Duo (snorting): YOU? God's threat to women? SCARED? Those two words don't seem to fit into the same sentence, Chang.
Noin (groans): Oh, Sally warned me about his chronic fear of mental hospitals, because when he was touched by a mental patient when he was a kid. So she injected him with a few milligrams of liquid Prozac. That's just the medication pouring into his blood stream.
Heero (sweatdrops): Anything ELSE we should worry about?
Noin (thinking hard): Uh, Sally also said that if he spaces out, utters absolute gibberish, or threatens to cut off Duo's braid, then I should give you all a nice funeral.
(Quatre wrings his hands uneasily.)
Quatre: But I'm too handsome to die!
Duo (agreeing): Yeah! Me too!
Quatre and Duo: We're...too handsome for ourselves...too handsome for ourselves...too handsome for me...
(They pose a la Will Smith-Tommy Lee Jones. Trowa, Wufei, and Heero look at each other.)
Trowa, Wufei, and Heero: HUH?
Duo: Of course you wouldn't appreciate the song. And why is that, Quatre?
(Duo and Quatre launch into song once more)
Duo and Quatre: Because you're...too ugly for yourselves...too ugly for yourselves...too ugly compared to we...
Trowa: That didn't make any sense whatsoever.
Duo: I know. But when you're as good-looking as us...
Heero: STOP IT! DON'T SING ANYMORE! DON'T SING ANYMORE!!!
(30 minutes later, Noin gets fed up with all the bickering between the five pilots, buys dog leashes and drags them by their scruffy necks inside the mental institution.)
Wufei: NO! NO! I'm too young to die!
(Heero cattle prods him ((A/N: Why do all of my humor fics involve cattle prods?)) to shut up.)
Heero (hissing): Don't get Blonde Test Tube Boy and Peacock Man going at that butt-awful song again! Make the insanity stop!
(Noin throws them into a room filled with mental patients that look like our beloved Trowa. She looks through the glass panel.)
Noin: SING!
Quatre (raises his hand): Miss Noin?
Noin: What NOW, Quatre?
Quatre: I'm scared...
Noin: Just drink the medicine and act stupid!
Random Mental Patient (to Quatre): The pink ones keep you from screaming.
Quatre: AAAAAAHHHHH!!!
(The Random Mental Patient stuffs tons of pink pills into his mouth.)
Quatre: I feel...amazingly perky and in tune with my inner self...
Authoress (from offset): Stop the damn silliness and get on with the song! People want to read the parody! Start the parody!
Heero (protesting): But you're the baka writing everything!
Authoress (thinks hard): Oh. Yeah. Oops. So, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Moulin Rouge!
(Red curtain goes up, revealing the Gundam pilots decked out in whore clothing with whore makeup.)
(A/N: You have permission to scream out loud now. I am. The mere thought of it is giving me nightmares.)
Trowa: Damn it, Mandy! You know I didn't shave my armpits yet!
Quatre: Am I meant to be Christina Aguilera?
Duo: I'm Lil Kim, right? Or am I Mya?
Wufei: Am I Pink?
Heero: I WASN'T PUT ON EARTH TO BE A GIRL!!!
Noin (to me): Wait 'til Relena gets a load of this...
Me: Oh, she will...because I'm taping it!
(After 10 minutes, I finally get tired of hearing the boys quarrel about who's who, stop filming, and finally write the damn parody. So there.)
(Noin signals to Duo to start the announcement.)
Duo: May I have your attention please?
May I have your attention please?
Will the real Trowa Barton please speak up?
I repeat, will the real Trowa Barton please speak up?
We're gonna have a problem here..
Trowa: Y'all act like you never seen a quiet pilot before
Hands in the air, like Treize, like Wufei just burst in the door
And started beatin' up each others' Gundams worse than before
They first tried to erase each other's present futures (Ahh!)
It's the return of the... "Ah, wait, no way, you're kidding, Trowa didn't just say something, did he?"
And Dr. J said... nothing you idiots!
Dr. J's dead, he's locked in my basement! (Ha-ha!)
Trowa: Pro-yaoi teen girls love Trowa Barton
{*vocal turntable: chigga chigga chigga*}
Wufei: "Duo Maxwell, I'm sick of him Look at him, walkin around, swinging his insanely long braid, pointing guns at You Know Who..."
Duo: "Yeah, but he's so cute though!"
Heero: AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Trowa: Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse, than what's goin on in your parents' bedrooms
Quatre: Yeah! My dad keeps on making sisters! With test tubes!
Wufei: Shaddup.
Quatre: Okay.
Sometimes, I just wanna go and talk nonstop, but can't
But it's cool for Duo to steal Quatre's Herbal Essence
Quatre (offset): You WHAT?
Duo: TROWA! I told you not to tell!!! I want my bribe back!
Trowa: Come on you little kids, come on you little kids
Petition to get us back CN and I'll give you a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little squids
And expect them not to know what Duo's hair really is
Of course they gonna know how Gundams are made
By the time they hit fourth grade
They got the Discovery Channel don't they?
Trowa: We ain't nothing but killers,
Well, some of us pacifists who preach to people about something called peace
Wufei: YEAH RIGHT!
Trowa: But if we can kill people and tell kids to idolize us
Then there's no reason that Wufei can't be a girly wuss
Quatre: EWWW!!!
Trowa: But if you feel like I feel, I got the voicebox, whoa,
Cathy please don't wave your pantyhose,
But sing the chorus and it goes
Trowa: I'm not Trowa Barton
Yes I'm not the real Trowa
All you other Trowa Bartons are just dead or imitating
So won't the real Trowa Barton please speak up, please speak up, please speak up?
I'm not Trowa Barton
Yes I'm not the real Trowa
All you other Trowa Bartons are just dead or imitating
So won't the real Trowa Barton please speak up, please speak up, please speak up?
Trowa: Akazukin Chacha don't cuss to make people watch their show and sell their merchandise
Well we do, so forget her, and forget you too!
You think I give a damn about a Razzie?
Half of you critics don't even know me, let alone watch me
"But Nanashi, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why? So you guys could just glomp me here?
So you can, sit me here next to Misty?
Damn, Ruriko better switch me chairs so I can sit next to Shun Ukiya or Syaoran Li
(A/N: I KNOW it's Li Syaoran, but I needed something that rhymed.)
Trowa: And hear 'em argue whether Britney's ever gonna bag a Grammy (A/N: Did she?)
Please don't put this song on MTV
I'm not cute, I'm not married to Dorothy, hee hee!
I should really thank the guy whom I took my name from
But he's dead, so what can I do? Gee!
Wufei (offset): AAAHHH!!!
Trowa: I'm sick of all you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me
I believe my mission is technically to destroy you
And I can clone a million of me who have weird bangy hair like me,
Who love turtlenecks and pants as much as me
Who use as much styling gel as me
Who don't speak like me
They might just be the next best thing, but they ain't me!
Trowa: I'm not Trowa Barton
Yes I'm not the real Trowa
All you other Trowa Bartons are just dead or imitating
So won't the real Trowa Barton please speak up, please speak up, please speak up?
I'm not Trowa Barton
Yes I'm not the real Trowa
All you other Trowa Bartons are just dead or imitating
So won't the real Trowa Barton please speak up, please speak up, please speak up?
Trowa: You can't listen to me
Coz I hardly ever talk 'bout anything, damn and gee!
I'm only giving you things you joke about with your friends when you're drunk or dead
The only difference is that I'm tall,
I don't have to be false of full of gall at all
I just keep it all in and spit it
In a cuspidor
Whether you like ta admit it
I just don't talk better than all you other mimes can
Then you wonder how teenage girls dig our natural drawn good looks like Valiums
Duo: It's because we're devilishly good-looking and we whip the llama's ass!
Quatre: Llamas? We whip llamas? No! I love llamas so very much!
Wufei (groans): No, Quatre, it's just soemthing people say to describe a skin on Winamp.
Quatre: Skin? Winamp? People?
Heero: We have got to teach this kid about the Internet.
Wufei (sighing): Aaahhh...the wonders of online pornography...
Duo: WHAT?!?
Wufei: Wonders of online...porosity! Porosity!
(Duo, Trowa, and Heero roll their eyes.)
Quatre: What?
Trowa: It's ironic, coz at the rate I'm going when I'm 20,
I'll be the only person in this damn asylum hurling
Britney's albums with my lighter, burnin'
And I'm grinning but all this marijuana still isn't workin'
And every single teen girl is a Trowa Barton stalkin'
He could be workin' at Burger King,
Speakin' to your onion rings
(Quatre makes an offstage hacking noise.)
Noin (to me): He makes a good hacker.
(I nod. But that's just the liquid Prozac I had Sally inject me with.)
(Quatre's still hacking.)
Duo: What's wrong with Papa's-Boy-Winner?
Quatre: Got...something...in...my...throat...hack hack hack
(Heero hugs Quatre)
Quatre: Hack...ew, Wufei! I'm NOT gay!!! Getoffameeeee!!!
(Wufei pokes both sides of Quatre's neck and a chewed-up wad of paper hits the glass panel of the room. Heero picks it up with a pair of tongs. He's also wearing sterilized yellow gloves.)
Heero: The lyrics to 'I Love Rock and Roll?' Why?
(Backs away from Quatre slowly.)
Quatre: It's not what you think! I didn't download that!
Duo (crossing his arms): Yeah? Then who did?
Quatre: HER! HER! (Pointing to me) Mandy did it! Mandy did it! She told me she finished her Britney Spears parody and she wanted me to get rid of the lyrics to the song! I didn't do it!! I swear!!!
(Pilots turn to me for confirmation. I mischievously shake my head and repeatedly point to Quatre, mouthing, 'He did it, he did it.')
Noin: You are SO bad!
Me: Yeah, I know! That's why I put it to good use by writing fanfics.
Noin: Writing the what now?
Me: Never mind.
Wufei: You scare me, Winner.
Duo: Speak for yourself! I caught you taping the Teletubbies and Dora The Explorer last night!
Wufei: WHAT THE!
Noin and Me: JUST FINISH THE G-D SONG!!!
Trowa: Or in the parking lost,
Circling, screaming, 'Wufei is gay'
Wufei: Why do you want to insult whatever's left of my pride and dignity? You already did that in One Weak-A Tribute To Heero Yuy!
(A/N: I also used the same line in 'One Weak.' Dunno why I put it in here.)
Noin: Yes, and you better shut up before I tranq you!
Trowa: With his car windows down and his scythe up
So, will the real Trowa Barton please speak up?
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind, outta tongue, and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?
Trowa: I'm not Trowa Barton
Yes I'm not the real Trowa
All you other Trowa Bartons are just dead or imitating
So won't the real Trowa Barton please speak up, please speak up, please speak up?
I'm not Trowa Barton
Yes I'm not the real Trowa
All you other Trowa Bartons are just dead or imitating
So won't the real Trowa Barton please speak up, please speak up, please speak up?
Trowa: I'm not Trowa Barton
Yes I'm not the real Trowa
All you other Trowa Bartons are just dead or imitating
So won't the real Trowa Barton please speak up, please speak up, please speak up?
I'm not Trowa Barton
Yes I'm not the real Trowa
All you other Trowa Bartons are just dead or imitating
So won't the real Trowa Barton please speak up, please speak up, please speak up?
Trowa: Ha ha, guess there's a Trowa Barton in all of us
Dammit, just stand up and let me shut up.
(Duo, Wufei, Quatre, Heero, and rowa line up with all the other loonies. What's noticeable in this picture is that Duo, Wufei, Quatre, and Heero are wearing wigs with Trowa's hairstyle. And everyone is in hospital gowns.)
Random Insane Guy Who Looks Like Howie From The Backstreet Boys: The yellow ones keep ya from making more song parodies.
Gundam pilots: AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(They run out of the asylum.)
Random, Insane People Who Resemble Celebrities: Freedom! Freedom! Sweet, Horrible Freedom!!!
(They also run out of the asylum.)
Noin (to some nurse woman): Aren't you going to do anything about the wackos escaping?
Some Nurse Woman: Nah... We're pretty thankful that that's the last of the bedpans we'll have to clean. For a long while, anyway.
Some Nurse Man: Hey, some washed-up celebrities are checking themselves in again in a few hours.
Same Nurse Woman: No way! Let's make out in the supply room.
Some Nurse Man: Okay.
Me (to Noin): What did that have to do with my parody?
Noin: I don't know... are we alone?
Me (getting a far, spaced-out look in my eyes): No...We are not alone...the truth is out there...
(Eerie X-Files music fades out, and Noin and I run for our lives, ready to torture the Gundam pilots once more.)
A/N: Uh...weird. I was kinda typing this while watching The Simpsons, so it got kinda weird at the end. But I like it anyway.