Disclaimer: I didn't put this in the last chapter so here it is. Me no own GW.
Notes: NO ACTUAL YAOI/SLASH OR SEX HAPPENING IN THE FIC...ITS ALL FAKE!


The pilots were sitting around the house, and once again, they were plagued by telemarketers. "Stupid telemarketers," Duo grumbled.

Quatre nodded. "When will they learn that calling here is dangerous?"

Heero sighed. "I guess we will have to do this all over again."

Trowa shook his head. "No...the old ones are...well....old."

Wu Fei nodded in agreement. "It's time for something new."

The next time the phone rang, Duo picked up. "Hello?"

"Hello, Sir!"

"We don't want any." Duo stated and hung up.

"I have an idea," Quatre stated, telling them his plan.

"Quatre, you dog," Duo joked.

Heero shrugged, "I'm up to try anything if it means stopping those damn telemarketers." Next time the phone rang, Heero picked up. "Hello?"

"Hello, Sir! Would you like to—" In the background, Duo moaned rather loudly. "What was that?"

"It was nothing," Heero lied. Followed by Duo was Trowa, who moaned as well. "Damnit...they started without me!" the Japanese teen stated. The telemarketer hung up, and the boys cracked up laughing.

"Ahhh! The greatness!" Duo commented.

"He won't be calling here again," Heero stated.

"Unless he'd like to join," Trowa countered.

"Except for that fact that we weren't really doing that," Quatre stated.

"Do you really think they care about that?" Wu Fei countered.

"Probably not!" Duo declared. With that, the phone rang yet again, and Duo picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hello, I work for Show Time and was wondering..." he said.

"Bop it!" Quatre shouted.

"Twist it!" Heero called.

"Pull it!" Trowa ordered.

"Hey...it sounds liked you are playing Bop It," he stated.

"Oh, we are, but it's not with the electronic game," Duo told him.

"Then what are you playing with?"

"I'll give you a guess," Duo said, and the telemarketer hung up.

"I can't believe you said that," Heero commented.

"Well sorry, but just saying it's my turn now wasn't enough to get the point across," Duo countered.

"He's right you know," Wu Fei agreed.

Quatre was ready the next time the phone rang. "Hi!" he answered.

"Hello, I was wondering..." The telemarketer trailed off.

"Hi!"

"Hello, now I calling to offer..."

"Hi!"

By now, the telemarketer was irritated. "Hello sir, now would you like to..."

"Hi!"

Now, he was down-right angry. "LISTEN YOU STUPID FUCK, SAY SOMETHING ELSE BESIDES HI!!!" he shouted.

"Bye!" Quatre said and hung up.

"That was truly childish," Wu Fei stated.

"But funnier then hell!" Duo exclaimed and everyone laughed.

"Oh, that's rich," Trowa commented.

Wu Fei nodded. "And surprisingly, no cops have shown up yet," he commented and the phone rang.

Trowa picked up. "Hello?"

"Hello, Sir," the telemarketer began.

"Hello, speak up," Trowa ordered.

"Hello, Sir!"

"Hello!? Who is this!?" Trowa demanded. "If this is some kind of joke....!"

"No, Sir! This is no joke!"

"You crazy kids! Call here again and I'll come beat all your asses!" Trowa shouted then slammed down the phone. Once again, everyone stared in awe. "What?" he asked, voice back to its normal volume.

"Heero can talk faster then I can, and you can yell louder then I can! That's so not fair!" Duo whined.

"Well, I think that's the last of them, at least for tonight," Wu Fei stated.

Quatre nodded. "Yup, see you all in the morning," he said, and they all went to their own rooms and went to bed.