7-11 Gundam Wing
By Luna's R. Twysted, Luna Stop Swearing, and Luna Antonio, Otherwise Referred To As The Three Crazy-Arsed Bitches With Nothing Better To Do
Disclaimer: We own nothing but several F4 posters that we swoon over.
Warning; Graphic barfing. Sexual humor. Don' like it, don' read it.
Notes: Weeeeeeeee'rrrreeeeee baaaaaacccckkkk!!!!!! It feels so great to be back. We got discouraged for a while because the lack of reviews (coupled with triple writer's block), but Skydancer got us back on track again! Thanks and plushies to all, and to all a good fight! Read and review!
~*~
Chapter 11: Please Share the Mayonnaise So Everyone Will Be High.
Snap. Click.
Trowa smiled a scarce smile. Wufei and Heero had now discovered the joys of mustard, ketchup, and mayonnaise, and were now fixated on creating murals out of them. They'd empty the contents of all three bottles in their mouth, gargle it, swish it around, so all the colors mixed very well and came out smooth, and then they'd spit them out on the floor, sort of like on Art Attack. Then they proceeded to outline their masterpiece in light oyster sauce.
"Oh Heero."
"Oh Wuffy."
"I wuv you."
"I wuv you too!"
"Let's kiss."
"No way, I don' wanna get STD."
"You can't-"
"Hmm.Trowa Barton, National Geographic photojournalist doesn't sound bad," he thought to himself as he snapped a shot of Heero and Wufei hugging.
"Heery-chan?"
"Yeah?"
"I wanna hump Relena."
"She's not a camel. She's a frickin' hydrocephalus."
"I love you Hee-chan."
"I love you too, Wu-man."
"Let's BOTH do her later."
"Okie-dokie."
"This is priceless," he snickered, snapping another one for posterity.
Then he remembered his mission.
*
"Looky, SALLY!" Wufei hollered, as he chugged down the jar of mayonnaise.
Sally looked in the general direction of the idol and saw Wufei chugging (there's no other word for it) down what seemed to be mayonnaise.
"I'm gonna be sick!" She confirmed after Wufei wiped his mouth on his shirt. Then she watched him reach for another jar, and drink that down as well.
Someone passed her an empty bucket of ice cream. She accepted it thankfully, and emptied all the ice cream she had previously eaten into it.
"Now I'm gonna be sick," Lady Une affirmed, reaching for a container of her own.
"I'm WAY past getting sick," Hilde bragged. "I'm going to have nightmares day and night until my self-esteem drops to an all-time low and I make an appointment with a pseudo-intellectual, crossword-puzzle-doing while he's supposed to be working psychologist."
"That's comforting," Iria said acidly, hugging her knees.
Catherine was barely conscious, but at least she wasn't unconscious. (A/N: We've come to the point where our writing makes no sense at all. Bear with us.)
"T-Trowa." she gasped.
Then she caught sight of Lady Une and Sally doing the reverse of digesting.
She fainted again.
Relena had turned a sickly shade of green (think barf-green.you know, a yellow and green shade? Yeah, that's it!) and sought comfort from all the throwing up that was going on in Iria's sleeved arm.
But Iria was giving it all she got in her own bucket, too.
"I'm a politician. I cannot do this. I'm a politician. I cannot do this." Was Relena's mantra.
After about five minutes of repeating the mantra, Relena disgustedly threw up her hands. "What the hell!" And reached over Noin for her own bucket.
Total Barf-Fest. It was like the fucking Swan Lake of barfing. It was brilliantly choreographed, all the colors were bright, and meshed together against the ice cream containers, everyone was giving a hundred and negative ten percent into this particular activity. But since we, the authors, also feel like throwing up because all we can think about is all the barfing, we're going to leave the girls to their thing and move on.
*
"Turpentine." Trowa whispered hopefully, looking at the shelves of turpentine.
"Motor oil, glass cleaner.what the fuck is engine deodorizer?"
"Cool it, Trowa. You're talking to yourself. You're slowly going insane. You think you're falling in love with Dorothy! Snap out of it!" his inner chibi ordered.
Instinctively, Trowa reached for a fat bottle. Labeled 'turpentine,' of course. And he raced back to Dorothy.
~*~
A/N: So so so? Have we lost 'The Touch' yet? Review, onegai! Do you LIKE what's happening?
LSS: It's so great to be back.
LA: ::Dodges the Spiral plushies being thrown at her:: You can say that again.
LSS: It's so great to be back.
LRT: Won't ANY of you help me with this measly bucket of fan mail?!?
The End!
LA: For now.
By Luna's R. Twysted, Luna Stop Swearing, and Luna Antonio, Otherwise Referred To As The Three Crazy-Arsed Bitches With Nothing Better To Do
Disclaimer: We own nothing but several F4 posters that we swoon over.
Warning; Graphic barfing. Sexual humor. Don' like it, don' read it.
Notes: Weeeeeeeee'rrrreeeeee baaaaaacccckkkk!!!!!! It feels so great to be back. We got discouraged for a while because the lack of reviews (coupled with triple writer's block), but Skydancer got us back on track again! Thanks and plushies to all, and to all a good fight! Read and review!
~*~
Chapter 11: Please Share the Mayonnaise So Everyone Will Be High.
Snap. Click.
Trowa smiled a scarce smile. Wufei and Heero had now discovered the joys of mustard, ketchup, and mayonnaise, and were now fixated on creating murals out of them. They'd empty the contents of all three bottles in their mouth, gargle it, swish it around, so all the colors mixed very well and came out smooth, and then they'd spit them out on the floor, sort of like on Art Attack. Then they proceeded to outline their masterpiece in light oyster sauce.
"Oh Heero."
"Oh Wuffy."
"I wuv you."
"I wuv you too!"
"Let's kiss."
"No way, I don' wanna get STD."
"You can't-"
"Hmm.Trowa Barton, National Geographic photojournalist doesn't sound bad," he thought to himself as he snapped a shot of Heero and Wufei hugging.
"Heery-chan?"
"Yeah?"
"I wanna hump Relena."
"She's not a camel. She's a frickin' hydrocephalus."
"I love you Hee-chan."
"I love you too, Wu-man."
"Let's BOTH do her later."
"Okie-dokie."
"This is priceless," he snickered, snapping another one for posterity.
Then he remembered his mission.
*
"Looky, SALLY!" Wufei hollered, as he chugged down the jar of mayonnaise.
Sally looked in the general direction of the idol and saw Wufei chugging (there's no other word for it) down what seemed to be mayonnaise.
"I'm gonna be sick!" She confirmed after Wufei wiped his mouth on his shirt. Then she watched him reach for another jar, and drink that down as well.
Someone passed her an empty bucket of ice cream. She accepted it thankfully, and emptied all the ice cream she had previously eaten into it.
"Now I'm gonna be sick," Lady Une affirmed, reaching for a container of her own.
"I'm WAY past getting sick," Hilde bragged. "I'm going to have nightmares day and night until my self-esteem drops to an all-time low and I make an appointment with a pseudo-intellectual, crossword-puzzle-doing while he's supposed to be working psychologist."
"That's comforting," Iria said acidly, hugging her knees.
Catherine was barely conscious, but at least she wasn't unconscious. (A/N: We've come to the point where our writing makes no sense at all. Bear with us.)
"T-Trowa." she gasped.
Then she caught sight of Lady Une and Sally doing the reverse of digesting.
She fainted again.
Relena had turned a sickly shade of green (think barf-green.you know, a yellow and green shade? Yeah, that's it!) and sought comfort from all the throwing up that was going on in Iria's sleeved arm.
But Iria was giving it all she got in her own bucket, too.
"I'm a politician. I cannot do this. I'm a politician. I cannot do this." Was Relena's mantra.
After about five minutes of repeating the mantra, Relena disgustedly threw up her hands. "What the hell!" And reached over Noin for her own bucket.
Total Barf-Fest. It was like the fucking Swan Lake of barfing. It was brilliantly choreographed, all the colors were bright, and meshed together against the ice cream containers, everyone was giving a hundred and negative ten percent into this particular activity. But since we, the authors, also feel like throwing up because all we can think about is all the barfing, we're going to leave the girls to their thing and move on.
*
"Turpentine." Trowa whispered hopefully, looking at the shelves of turpentine.
"Motor oil, glass cleaner.what the fuck is engine deodorizer?"
"Cool it, Trowa. You're talking to yourself. You're slowly going insane. You think you're falling in love with Dorothy! Snap out of it!" his inner chibi ordered.
Instinctively, Trowa reached for a fat bottle. Labeled 'turpentine,' of course. And he raced back to Dorothy.
~*~
A/N: So so so? Have we lost 'The Touch' yet? Review, onegai! Do you LIKE what's happening?
LSS: It's so great to be back.
LA: ::Dodges the Spiral plushies being thrown at her:: You can say that again.
LSS: It's so great to be back.
LRT: Won't ANY of you help me with this measly bucket of fan mail?!?
The End!
LA: For now.
