Disclaimer: I do not own gundam wing or it's characters. I'm only 16 and don't own much and you can't have it. *runs and hides from lawyers* Hope you like this story.

Pointless, Humor?, Language

How Many Gundam Pilots Does It Take to Change a Light bulb?

The pilots were currently sitting in their small safe house. Heero was on his lap top, as usual. Duo and Quatre were sitting around a coffee table playing "old maid". By the looks of it, Duo was winning because he was cheating and poor Quatre couldn't bluff his way out of anything. Trowa was sitting quietly on the couch reading the newspaper. And Wufei was polishing his katana.

Suddenly, the table lamp flickered and went out grabbing the attention of an annoyed Shenlong pilot.

"K'so, stupid lamp. How am I going to work with this unbalancement in light. This is injustice I tell you. Total injustice."

"It's not that bad," said Quatre returning from the hall, "I have a spare."

"Well what are you waiting for, Winner? Change the bulb."

"I've never changed a light bulb before," admitted Quatre. "I always had servants to do that for me."

"What about you Tro-man?" Duo said taking the bulb from Quatre. "Can you change the bulb?"

Trowa just shook his head and went back to reading his newspaper by the other lamp.

"This is injustice, you're all as weak as onnas. Can't even change a simple light bulb," Wufei grumbled.

"Then why don't you change it, Justice Boy?"

Wufei grumbled again then moved to the lamp. He began to unscrew the bulb. Upon removing the bulb, Wufei was shocked with a jolt of electricity. This caused the elastic in his hair to break and his hair to stand on end. Duo broke out in a laughing fit at the sight of Wufei's hair and almost dropped the bulb. Wufei was steaming with anger and grabbed for his katana. Remembering he had just polished it, he put it back down and pouted in his chair.

"Guess I'll have to change it then," Duo said taking on the position of the great hero and walked to the lamp.

Unfortunately, Duo ended up tripping over his own two feet and feel face first to the ground. The light bulb flew out of Duo's hand and broke into tiny pieces on the floor.

"Good going, Maxwell, now what are we supposed to do?"

As of now, the Perfect Soldier had had enough of Wufei's ranting, Duo's taunting, and the fact that no one could change the light bulb. He turned around in his chair and drew his gun. Everyone froze as he aimed the gun near Trowa.

There was a bang, a shatter, and it was black, except for the light from the lap top.

"Mission complete," came Heero's monotonous voice as he closed his lap top and left the room.

"Well, I guess you can't bitch about the unbalancement in the lighting," came Duo's voice from the floor.

Wufei grunted his reply.

Owari