A/N: I decided to make another chapter, here it is.
Disclaimer: I own EVERYTHING!!! What?!? Lawsuit?!? Er... I dont own G Gundam and friends Okay? Good.
Chapter 2: Scarves 'R Us!: Master Urope Surfaces!
Once upon a time, a man decided to make a store that sold nothing but scarves. Now, people dont know why he did that, but his buisness seems to be running well, as he has not gone out of buisness...
Domon Kashu and George de Sand stood in front of Scarves 'R Us. The two hour walk had sobered them up a little. Turning to George, Domon said, "I'm going into the store for a while, it won't be longer than two minutes."
George took out a bottle of Vodka, and said, "Okay, I'll wait on this bench right over here."
**Five hours and 25 bottles later...**
"Wers ith dat guy?" A drunken George muttered.
George de Sand stood up, and staggered over to the door. George pushed, and pushed on the door, but it would not move. He tried again, to no avail. Finally, after 44 tries, the drunken Knight figured out that the door said "Pull." Feeling stupid, and drunk, George opened the door and walked into Scarves 'R Us, just noticing a sign that said, "Sold Scarves, and nothing but scarves, since 1999.
**Five hours and 25 bottles earlier..."
Domon entered the store, and he was met with the smell of newly made clothes. (You know that old musty smell...) He took the smell in, and sighed. "I like this smell."
Domon walked over to the isle that whos sign read, "Ten foot-Fifteen Foot Scarves" A whole isle of nothing but scarves stood in front of him. Domon's eyes lit up like a four year old in a candy isle, and he quickly ran and started digging through a bin of scarves.
"Ugh, Yellow," exclaimed Domon as he pulled out a yellow scarf. He then reached back in and grabbed a Green scarf. Another pull resulted in a blue scarf flying through the air. Frustrated, Domon jumped into the bin of scarves, and began to look.
"Arrrrrrg!" yelled Domon as his search provided no fruit.
"Excuse me sir, but do you need help?" said a voice that was familiar to Domon.
Domon turned around, and saw; to his shock, Master Asia standing before him.
"What! How can you be hear Master? I killed you myself!"
"I am not the one you call Master Asia," replied the figure, "I am called... Master Europe!"
Domon's eyes bulged out, and he fell down, anmei style.
Then, he got up and asked, "Are there any RED scarves here?"
"No, sorry, fresh out," was the reply.
Domon's eyes bulged out again, and were wide open in shock. Suddenly, fury crossed his face, and he went beserk. He screamed, "WHAT, NO RED SCARVES!?! AAARRRGGG!!!" Domon ran around, and destroyed the store. He pushed over shelves, dumped out bins, and kicked through doors. Everywhere he went, destruction followed...
**Five hours and 25 bottles later...**
George stood, swaying, outside the door to Scarves 'R Us. He slowly staggered in, holding onto the wall. He approached a store clerk, his blood-shot eyes not noticing the carnage in front of him, and asked a question.
"Huve yuuu saw Dumont Capshu-er, Katshu?"
"Im sorry sir," replied the store clerk, "But we dont sell Cashews here, if you saw the sign, we only sell Scarves."
"Nuuu! nut fuud, Dumnt Cakshu!!" sain George impatiantly.
"Im sorry sir, we dont sell Dounuts either."
George de Sand got very upset at this, and tried to take out his rapier to kill the man. Unforntunately, (or fortunately) he was too drunk to even find the handle. George collapsed to the ground, trying to grab his rapier, and then went limp, dead drunk.
The End
ChaosKnight: Okay, there it is ^_~
Stalker: Hey Chaos, can I do the preview?
ChaosKnight: Er... Okay...
Stalker: Everybody, Its the moment you've been waiting for! Domon Kashu is on a rampage in the store, and George de Sand is dead drunk! Will Domon ever find a red scarf? Will George ever find Domon? Find out in the next episode, Drunken Finger: Domon's New Technique!
::G Gundam music playing in the background::
ChaosKnight: Er... thank you Stalker...
A/N: You know whats hard? Writing for drunken people. 'Cuz when people are drunk, they usually cant pronounce words well (I know ^_^) anyways, thats why not too much people was 'drunk' in this fic, but in the next one, drunken city! haha... sorry...
ChaosKnight: Are you done A/N?
A/N: Im a Author's Note, im not a person.
ChaosKnight: Then... how is it you're talking to me?
A/N: ::no comment::
ChaosKnight: Anyways, please REVIEW!!
Jay: Talking to yourself again, eh Chaos?
ChaosKnight: Shut up...
A/N: If I bashed your favorite character, then sorry. Please note that no matter how much you flame, I won't change my story. Although, I greatly like flames, I find them interesting to read, even I will eventually get tired if fifty+ people flame about me abusing their character(s). So, the first 49 people may flame, but the 50th cannot :)
Disclaimer: I own EVERYTHING!!! What?!? Lawsuit?!? Er... I dont own G Gundam and friends Okay? Good.
Chapter 2: Scarves 'R Us!: Master Urope Surfaces!
Once upon a time, a man decided to make a store that sold nothing but scarves. Now, people dont know why he did that, but his buisness seems to be running well, as he has not gone out of buisness...
Domon Kashu and George de Sand stood in front of Scarves 'R Us. The two hour walk had sobered them up a little. Turning to George, Domon said, "I'm going into the store for a while, it won't be longer than two minutes."
George took out a bottle of Vodka, and said, "Okay, I'll wait on this bench right over here."
**Five hours and 25 bottles later...**
"Wers ith dat guy?" A drunken George muttered.
George de Sand stood up, and staggered over to the door. George pushed, and pushed on the door, but it would not move. He tried again, to no avail. Finally, after 44 tries, the drunken Knight figured out that the door said "Pull." Feeling stupid, and drunk, George opened the door and walked into Scarves 'R Us, just noticing a sign that said, "Sold Scarves, and nothing but scarves, since 1999.
**Five hours and 25 bottles earlier..."
Domon entered the store, and he was met with the smell of newly made clothes. (You know that old musty smell...) He took the smell in, and sighed. "I like this smell."
Domon walked over to the isle that whos sign read, "Ten foot-Fifteen Foot Scarves" A whole isle of nothing but scarves stood in front of him. Domon's eyes lit up like a four year old in a candy isle, and he quickly ran and started digging through a bin of scarves.
"Ugh, Yellow," exclaimed Domon as he pulled out a yellow scarf. He then reached back in and grabbed a Green scarf. Another pull resulted in a blue scarf flying through the air. Frustrated, Domon jumped into the bin of scarves, and began to look.
"Arrrrrrg!" yelled Domon as his search provided no fruit.
"Excuse me sir, but do you need help?" said a voice that was familiar to Domon.
Domon turned around, and saw; to his shock, Master Asia standing before him.
"What! How can you be hear Master? I killed you myself!"
"I am not the one you call Master Asia," replied the figure, "I am called... Master Europe!"
Domon's eyes bulged out, and he fell down, anmei style.
Then, he got up and asked, "Are there any RED scarves here?"
"No, sorry, fresh out," was the reply.
Domon's eyes bulged out again, and were wide open in shock. Suddenly, fury crossed his face, and he went beserk. He screamed, "WHAT, NO RED SCARVES!?! AAARRRGGG!!!" Domon ran around, and destroyed the store. He pushed over shelves, dumped out bins, and kicked through doors. Everywhere he went, destruction followed...
**Five hours and 25 bottles later...**
George stood, swaying, outside the door to Scarves 'R Us. He slowly staggered in, holding onto the wall. He approached a store clerk, his blood-shot eyes not noticing the carnage in front of him, and asked a question.
"Huve yuuu saw Dumont Capshu-er, Katshu?"
"Im sorry sir," replied the store clerk, "But we dont sell Cashews here, if you saw the sign, we only sell Scarves."
"Nuuu! nut fuud, Dumnt Cakshu!!" sain George impatiantly.
"Im sorry sir, we dont sell Dounuts either."
George de Sand got very upset at this, and tried to take out his rapier to kill the man. Unforntunately, (or fortunately) he was too drunk to even find the handle. George collapsed to the ground, trying to grab his rapier, and then went limp, dead drunk.
The End
ChaosKnight: Okay, there it is ^_~
Stalker: Hey Chaos, can I do the preview?
ChaosKnight: Er... Okay...
Stalker: Everybody, Its the moment you've been waiting for! Domon Kashu is on a rampage in the store, and George de Sand is dead drunk! Will Domon ever find a red scarf? Will George ever find Domon? Find out in the next episode, Drunken Finger: Domon's New Technique!
::G Gundam music playing in the background::
ChaosKnight: Er... thank you Stalker...
A/N: You know whats hard? Writing for drunken people. 'Cuz when people are drunk, they usually cant pronounce words well (I know ^_^) anyways, thats why not too much people was 'drunk' in this fic, but in the next one, drunken city! haha... sorry...
ChaosKnight: Are you done A/N?
A/N: Im a Author's Note, im not a person.
ChaosKnight: Then... how is it you're talking to me?
A/N: ::no comment::
ChaosKnight: Anyways, please REVIEW!!
Jay: Talking to yourself again, eh Chaos?
ChaosKnight: Shut up...
A/N: If I bashed your favorite character, then sorry. Please note that no matter how much you flame, I won't change my story. Although, I greatly like flames, I find them interesting to read, even I will eventually get tired if fifty+ people flame about me abusing their character(s). So, the first 49 people may flame, but the 50th cannot :)