Author's Note: This isn't my fic. One of my buddies wrote it a while back,
and I just
thought it would be a good idea to post it. It's really short, really
stupid, and pretty
pointless. I mean, it was pretty funny at the time, but you had to know
what he's like,
so....
Disclaimer: My buddy and I do not own GW, though you may find that hard to believe...
~Trowa's Death~
By Burnt Rice's Friend
One day Trowa died. At his funeral.....
Heero: Ha Ha Ha! I did it! I killed him, it was me!
Just then two burly Frenchmen came in wearing mental institution jackets. They
restrained Heero and put him in a strait jacket. They threw him in the padded back
part of a van and drove away.
Quatre: *sobs very loudly* Trowa!! Why did you have to go?! Why couldn't it have been
me?!
Wufei stood looking at Quatre.
Wufei: Shut up you weakling! He killed himself shaving!! If he was that stupid, he
deserved to die!
Then Wufei loaded his gun, but it backfired on his face.
Duo: Can we go now? We all know he died, so let's just leave!!
Quatre looked at Duo.
Quatre: How can you say that? *continues to cry*
Preacher: Okay, Okay! The funeral is starting! Well, what can say about Trowa Barton?
Everyone thought. Quatre was hysterical.
Duo: Nope. I'm drawing a blank.
Wufei: He was weak.
Quatre: I.... *cries even more*
Preacher: Well, he didn't talk much but we-
Duo: BOOOOO! Hurry up!
Preacher: Ahem.......We all miss him and-
Wufei: Not really.
Preacher: .........now he's dead and.........that's it!
Duo: YAY!
Everyone left except Quatre. He stayed and cried so much that he drowned
himself in the church!
THE END !^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!
So, that's it. Didn't I tell you it was pointless? Well, review if you have nothing
else better to do......
Disclaimer: My buddy and I do not own GW, though you may find that hard to believe...
~Trowa's Death~
By Burnt Rice's Friend
One day Trowa died. At his funeral.....
Heero: Ha Ha Ha! I did it! I killed him, it was me!
Just then two burly Frenchmen came in wearing mental institution jackets. They
restrained Heero and put him in a strait jacket. They threw him in the padded back
part of a van and drove away.
Quatre: *sobs very loudly* Trowa!! Why did you have to go?! Why couldn't it have been
me?!
Wufei stood looking at Quatre.
Wufei: Shut up you weakling! He killed himself shaving!! If he was that stupid, he
deserved to die!
Then Wufei loaded his gun, but it backfired on his face.
Duo: Can we go now? We all know he died, so let's just leave!!
Quatre looked at Duo.
Quatre: How can you say that? *continues to cry*
Preacher: Okay, Okay! The funeral is starting! Well, what can say about Trowa Barton?
Everyone thought. Quatre was hysterical.
Duo: Nope. I'm drawing a blank.
Wufei: He was weak.
Quatre: I.... *cries even more*
Preacher: Well, he didn't talk much but we-
Duo: BOOOOO! Hurry up!
Preacher: Ahem.......We all miss him and-
Wufei: Not really.
Preacher: .........now he's dead and.........that's it!
Duo: YAY!
Everyone left except Quatre. He stayed and cried so much that he drowned
himself in the church!
THE END !^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!
So, that's it. Didn't I tell you it was pointless? Well, review if you have nothing
else better to do......
