7-11 Gundam Wing

By Cornelia, Taranee, and Hay Lin

Disclaimer: All hail the makers of anime! We are not them, but you may worship us just the same. ;) And, we don't own anything.

Author's Notes: If you happen to be either Italian or Filipino, you might recognize the names of the characters. They're from an Italian manga called W.I.T.C.H (thought it wasn't possible, ne?), where a girl named Will receives the Heart of Kandrakar. and so forth. Luna A. has the complete set. At least, as of this posting, issues 1-10. I'm not sure if this is being distributed in other countries, so if it is, you can correct me. Again. And the chapter title is taken from somewhere. Again. It's from Episode 13 (I think, I am the Queen of Queer, Undertaker of Uncertainty) of Love Hina, entitled something like What Does A Kiss Taste Like? Lemon? Marshmallow? Or something like that. As a Love Hina fan, I apologize to the entire Love Hina loving community.

Cornelia bonks Taranee on the head with a 2x4. Weird, isn't it supposed to be 1x2? LOL!

Cornelia: Forgive the rambler. She will be dealt with.

Hay Lin: Accordingly. So, on with the fic.

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Chapter 10: What Do Batteries Taste Like? Marshmallows?

"Ya here that, Quatre?" Duo asked Quatre, whom he had sedated with a cup of coffee he had stolen from below.

"Hear WHAT?" Quatre asked, not really wanting to know what that was.

"Man, you really need more extra-strength coffee! That Doctor something guy on the radio."

"His name," Quatre corrected, looking up from his belated cup of café latte, "Is Professor Utonium."

"Sure, whatever," Duo said, taking off his black priest's jacket and fanning himself with it. "Man, it's too damn hot!"

"Mmm," Quatre murmured, too interested with his cheap cup of coffee to notice anything else.

"Anyway," Duo continued. "That Plutonium."

"Utonium."

"UTONIUM guy said that all we needed to do was shock them, right?"

This startled Quatre, who, at the time of the broadcast, had been too weepy and wobbly to pay any attention to anything else but his feelings.

"Shock? How do we shock Wufei? Or Heero, for that matter?"

"We can tell Wufei that Sally ran off with Dr. J," Duo snickered. "Or Treize. That would really."

"That would cause another world war," Quatre stated simply. He crumpled the cup and tossed it into the dark depths below.

The sides of Duo's mouth twitched incorrigibly. It was quite rare for Quatre to crack a joke. Rarer for it to be a funny one. Okay, maybe NOT as funny as the other jokes he'd heard, but hey, it was Quatre. Give him some slack.

"I don't think it means we should scare them out of their right." Duo wheezed. "Or wrong minds. I think we just need to somehow get them strapped to metal chairs and.use electricity on them!"

Quatre raised an eyebrow. "How do you propose to do that?"

Duo scratched his head. "Haven't thought of that yet. Maybe the girls have an idea."

"You're saying that we should go down there," Quatre said slowly.

Duo nodded emphatically.

"Where there are two deranged Gundam pilots roaming the store, constructing what seems to be an idol out of processed meats and condiments?"

"Yep."

"You're out of your mind."

"Always have been, always will be. Now COME ON!!!"

Duo yanked Quatre by the hand and led him down from the air vents, down the stacked crates, towards the freezer.

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"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Heero cackled, spraying mustard on the idol.

"WIEHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI!!!" Wufei cackled in return, slathering mayonnaise on the sandwich meat tower.

"Bongos love MONKEYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Heero agreed, pouring ketchup on his face.

"FLASHLIGHTSIES IS SCWAZY BANANERSSSSS!" Wufei boomed, doing a little jig similar to the Macarena.

"I LOVE YOU, WUFFIEEEEEEEEEE!" Heero said, bear-hugging Wufei.

Wufei stopped licking batteries long enough to accept Heero's hug and squeeze back just as tight.

You may now scream.

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Cornelia: Hey Hay, we only got ONE review for the last chapter.

Hay Lin: Did you just say Hey hey? I thought you didn't like Krusty the Clown.

Cornelia rolling her eyes: No, dumbass. I said, Hey HAY, as in Hey Hay Lin! Anyway, one review, for all our effort on the last chapter.

Hay Lin: The one I busted my frickin' ass on?

Cornelia: The very one. Sorry.

Hay Lin: PLEASE, please, PPPPLEEEEAAASSSSEEEE review 7-11 Gundam Wing! The more reviews we get, the more *empowered* we are to write better, more- nonsensical-than-before, impossible-unthinkable-out-of-this-colony-kick-ass chapters. So, come on! Keep the good stuff flowing! We swear, what goes around comes around (if you're a ficcer, that means more reviews)! Good karma will come back to you if you review this (and the rest of L3's fics)! Spread the word, 7-11 Gundam Wing will keep ya busy when you're bored!

Cornelia whispering: Don't come off as too desperate.

Hay Lin: Okay, I'll stop talking about reviews, and we'll start being nice. If you want your fics beta-ed, you can e-mail us at wyrdsistah@lycos.com. We do Gundam Wing, but we're best at Love Hina. AND, if you loved ANY of L3's (in case you don't know, L3 stands for Luna 3, the trio behind 7-11 Gundam Wing and the rest of the all of the fics under the username Luna Stop Swearing) fics, you can tell us if you want to be notified whenever we update a fic, just include it in your review.

Cornelia: There you go, you fic-centered bitch, talking about reviews again.

Hay Lin sobbing: Fics are all I have! My dad walked out on us when I was a kid, my mom never has time for me, and I, I think my brother's hitting on me!!!!!

Cornelia: Forgive the bastard, forget what she just said, and if you still can, forgive L3 for rambling on like this. It's May here in Manila, and basically, the entire Philippines is like a sauna to us. Doesn't exactly help that the heat has some sort of wonky effect on our brains. Anyway, speaking on behalf of L3, until the next chapter! Jaa!