*At Yuffie's Loft.*
Yuffie: Okay, Jorge, I know the government's on your back & everything, but I need someone to watch the loft. Can you take care of the place?
Jorge: Si.
Yuffie: Great! Oh, & no long distance phone calls! Bye!
*Yuffie leaves. Jorge grabs the phone & dials a number.*
Voice on Phone: Oigo.
Jorge: Pedro, es Jorge.
Pedro: Tengo las costas.
Jorge: Vas a las doce menos cuarto.
Pedro: Nos vemos.
Jorge: Hasta luego.
*For those who don't speak Spanish, ask your local cabbie or that hispanic neighbor next door. You know, who's wife is sleeping with his coworker or chocobo or something. My apologies to all the hispanic next door neighbors, 'coz I know your wifes aren't really sluts. Anyway, at Costa del Sol.*
Tifa: Barret, can you help me?
Barret: Wut's da problem, foo' ?
Tifa: Cloud's locked in his room & he won't come out.
Barret: Step aside. I'll handle dis.
*Barret pounds on Cloud's door with his gun arm.*
Cloud (Pathetically): Go away.
Barret: OPEN DIS DOOR, SPIKEY @$$!
Cloud: I don't wanna.
Barret: DEN I'LL BUST DOWN DIS DOOR!
*He shoots the door off its hinges, walks in, & carries Cloud over his shoulder.*
Tifa: I guess that means we can go now.
*At Nibelheim Manor.*
Cid: You guys got everything?
Vincent: Well, let's see...Cake?
Cait Sith: Check!
Vincent: Flowers?
Cait Sith: Check!
Vincent: Tuxedo?
Cait Sith: Check!
Vincent: Ring?
Cait Sith: Check!
Vincent: Gown?
Cait Sith: Mmm. . .Lace is sexy. . .I mean CHECK!
Vincent: I think that's everything.
Cid: Really?
Cait Sith: But it feels like we're forgetting something. . .
*They think for a little while until something finally dawns on them.*
All 3: We forgot Shera!
They remembered everything for a wedding except the bride! In the meantime, Shera's just been twiddling her thumbs making tea & cursing to fill the void Cid has left in his wake. How are they gonna handle the situation? Stay tooned to find out. Same time. Same place. Same Nutbunnies®.
Yuffie: Okay, Jorge, I know the government's on your back & everything, but I need someone to watch the loft. Can you take care of the place?
Jorge: Si.
Yuffie: Great! Oh, & no long distance phone calls! Bye!
*Yuffie leaves. Jorge grabs the phone & dials a number.*
Voice on Phone: Oigo.
Jorge: Pedro, es Jorge.
Pedro: Tengo las costas.
Jorge: Vas a las doce menos cuarto.
Pedro: Nos vemos.
Jorge: Hasta luego.
*For those who don't speak Spanish, ask your local cabbie or that hispanic neighbor next door. You know, who's wife is sleeping with his coworker or chocobo or something. My apologies to all the hispanic next door neighbors, 'coz I know your wifes aren't really sluts. Anyway, at Costa del Sol.*
Tifa: Barret, can you help me?
Barret: Wut's da problem, foo' ?
Tifa: Cloud's locked in his room & he won't come out.
Barret: Step aside. I'll handle dis.
*Barret pounds on Cloud's door with his gun arm.*
Cloud (Pathetically): Go away.
Barret: OPEN DIS DOOR, SPIKEY @$$!
Cloud: I don't wanna.
Barret: DEN I'LL BUST DOWN DIS DOOR!
*He shoots the door off its hinges, walks in, & carries Cloud over his shoulder.*
Tifa: I guess that means we can go now.
*At Nibelheim Manor.*
Cid: You guys got everything?
Vincent: Well, let's see...Cake?
Cait Sith: Check!
Vincent: Flowers?
Cait Sith: Check!
Vincent: Tuxedo?
Cait Sith: Check!
Vincent: Ring?
Cait Sith: Check!
Vincent: Gown?
Cait Sith: Mmm. . .Lace is sexy. . .I mean CHECK!
Vincent: I think that's everything.
Cid: Really?
Cait Sith: But it feels like we're forgetting something. . .
*They think for a little while until something finally dawns on them.*
All 3: We forgot Shera!
They remembered everything for a wedding except the bride! In the meantime, Shera's just been twiddling her thumbs making tea & cursing to fill the void Cid has left in his wake. How are they gonna handle the situation? Stay tooned to find out. Same time. Same place. Same Nutbunnies®.