Vincent: Now let's see.next on the list should be a tuxedo for you.
Cait Sith: That'd mean more money that we don't have. What're we gonna do?
*At the local strip joint.*
Cait Sith: So you'll give us the tux for free if one of us strips?
Boss: If ya satisfy da customers, dat is.
Cait Sith: Good deal! You heard the man, Cid! Up on the stage!
Vincent: Cait Sith, maybe we should give Cid a break. I can strip.
*I can see it now. All the Vincent fangirls & those~that~swing~that~way~fanboys are wearing faces of hope & glee.*
Cait Sith: But he has to strip off the tux, Vinny! That means it has to be his size!
Vincent: Oh. Sorry, Cid. You're on your own.
*All the Vincent fangirls & those~that~swing~that~way~fanboys are now crying waterfall tears.*
Cid: God%&$@ cat gonna %&$@ing get me in trouble one of these %&$@ing days, the %&$@ mother %&$@er .
*Cid reluctantly gets up on the stage & begins doing a strip dance shockingly similar to Ben Affleck's on Forces of Nature. Have any of you seen that movie? It was pretty funny at the time.*
Vincent: Wonder how Cid learned how to do that.
Cait Sith: Wonder why the audience is enjoying it. I mean, it's Cid.
Random Drunk Guy: Take it off! Take it ALL off!
Cid: %&$@ NO!
*People are throwing money on the stage as Cid is left in his boxers, his shirt, & his goggles.*
Boss: Okay, dat's good enuff. Ya kin keep da tux.
Cait Sith: Thanx a bunch, dude!
*On the road once again.*
Cait Sith: So what's next on the list?
Vincent: Well, we could get a gown for Shera.
Cid: Nuh~uh, no way, I am NOT stripping off a wedding dress!!!
Cait Sith: Be reasonable, Cid. No strip joint would have a dress Shera'd wanna wear. Gowns are expensive though. What're we gonna do?
Vincent: Actually, I just got an idea.
What could Vincent's idea be? Does anyone care? Will they care if I let Vincent strip?
*Vincent fangirls&boys look hopefully towards the voice.*
Awww, why do I always fall for that? Okay, I'll get Vincent to do a strip dance just for you.
*Vincent fangirls&boys cheer.*
Okay, Vincent!
Vincent: Why do I have to do this?
You were willing to do it before! Or did you just want Cid to see your sexy body?
*Knowing we could all go on like that for a while, he jumps up onto the coffee table & tosses off his red cloak as some mysterious stereo begins playing "Too Sexy"*
Stereo: I'm too sexy for my shirt.Too sexy for my shirt.So sexy it hurts.
Well, that should keep the fans happy.
*Vincent's claw hand lands next to my notebook as the Vincent fangirls&boys squeal with delight.*
Um. I better hang onto that.
Cait Sith: That'd mean more money that we don't have. What're we gonna do?
*At the local strip joint.*
Cait Sith: So you'll give us the tux for free if one of us strips?
Boss: If ya satisfy da customers, dat is.
Cait Sith: Good deal! You heard the man, Cid! Up on the stage!
Vincent: Cait Sith, maybe we should give Cid a break. I can strip.
*I can see it now. All the Vincent fangirls & those~that~swing~that~way~fanboys are wearing faces of hope & glee.*
Cait Sith: But he has to strip off the tux, Vinny! That means it has to be his size!
Vincent: Oh. Sorry, Cid. You're on your own.
*All the Vincent fangirls & those~that~swing~that~way~fanboys are now crying waterfall tears.*
Cid: God%&$@ cat gonna %&$@ing get me in trouble one of these %&$@ing days, the %&$@ mother %&$@er .
*Cid reluctantly gets up on the stage & begins doing a strip dance shockingly similar to Ben Affleck's on Forces of Nature. Have any of you seen that movie? It was pretty funny at the time.*
Vincent: Wonder how Cid learned how to do that.
Cait Sith: Wonder why the audience is enjoying it. I mean, it's Cid.
Random Drunk Guy: Take it off! Take it ALL off!
Cid: %&$@ NO!
*People are throwing money on the stage as Cid is left in his boxers, his shirt, & his goggles.*
Boss: Okay, dat's good enuff. Ya kin keep da tux.
Cait Sith: Thanx a bunch, dude!
*On the road once again.*
Cait Sith: So what's next on the list?
Vincent: Well, we could get a gown for Shera.
Cid: Nuh~uh, no way, I am NOT stripping off a wedding dress!!!
Cait Sith: Be reasonable, Cid. No strip joint would have a dress Shera'd wanna wear. Gowns are expensive though. What're we gonna do?
Vincent: Actually, I just got an idea.
What could Vincent's idea be? Does anyone care? Will they care if I let Vincent strip?
*Vincent fangirls&boys look hopefully towards the voice.*
Awww, why do I always fall for that? Okay, I'll get Vincent to do a strip dance just for you.
*Vincent fangirls&boys cheer.*
Okay, Vincent!
Vincent: Why do I have to do this?
You were willing to do it before! Or did you just want Cid to see your sexy body?
*Knowing we could all go on like that for a while, he jumps up onto the coffee table & tosses off his red cloak as some mysterious stereo begins playing "Too Sexy"*
Stereo: I'm too sexy for my shirt.Too sexy for my shirt.So sexy it hurts.
Well, that should keep the fans happy.
*Vincent's claw hand lands next to my notebook as the Vincent fangirls&boys squeal with delight.*
Um. I better hang onto that.