AUTHOR NOTE: Wow, I would never have guessed I would as many reviews as I
have! It's a lot in my case. Well, I'll keep writing and hope my luck holds
out; here it goes! P.S: I'm going to change the description soon; one
review stated that everyone says they're bored when they write funny stuff,
and I just found out…IT'S TRUE!
After all that happened that day, Duo still wasn't quite normal, but then again, was he ever in the world of FanFiction? It is after lunchtime now, and Duo has claimed the television to play Super Smash Brothers Melee, then he plays the Homerun Contest, and manages to find a question in it concerning the Sandbag…
I Think It's A Marshmallow… by Gijinka Destroyer
Heero sat on the couch (which seems to play a major role in this fic, doesn't it?), watching Duo pick Dr. Mario on Super Smash Bros. Melee, who was sitting on the floor (as he usually did).
"You should pick Link," he suggested. "Or Pikachu. Maybe even Yoshi. Don't choose Little Link; he sucks."
"It's not Little Link, it's Young Link!" corrected Duo as he entered the Home Run Contest. He pushed the Sand Bag to the side of the platform, then picked up the home run bat, pulled back, and slammed a 450.8 out of it. "Dang…maybe I will choose Link." He exited the stage, chose Link, and re-entered.
"Told ya."
After ignoring Heero and re-entering the arena he slammed the Sand Bag again and hit a 520.4. "Whoa! Link rocks!"
"What'd I say?"
Suddenly Duo was silent. A curious look—the familiar curious look—dawned on his face. The Questioning would happen all over again! "Hey Heero."
Oh no, he thought. "What Duo?"
"That thing in the Home Run contest; what is it?"
"You don't know? For cryin' out loud, Duo, it's a San—" he froze. What a perfect opportunity! Let's see if he's smart enough to figure it out on his own! "Why, it's a pillow. Can't you tell?"
"A pillow?" He looked at it a while. "Oh, I see! A pillow! I saw one just like that at Target!"
"You…you did?"
Tapping Duo on the shoulder was Quatre, who had just come downstairs from the bathroom. "Oh Duo, it's not a pillow!" he laughed, ready to get in on Heero's joke. "It's a jellybean!"
"With eyes?" Duo asked. "Huh. Must be a new flavor of jellybean…well, I think it's a marshmallow—"
"No, it's a jellybean…" Quatre leaned over to Heero and whispered, "wait 'til he gets the trophy and finds out for himself!"
"Nah, I really think it's a marshmallow, guys…but then again, why would you want to beat on a marshmallow, anyway--?"
"It's not a freakin' marshmallow, you dipstick!" Wufei yelled, stomping down the stairs.
"Well then, Mr. I-know-everything-about-a-game-I-never-play, what is it?"
"It's pigeon crap! A pigeon couldn't hold it so it went right on the Home Run Contest platform!"
Heero almost fell of the couch at this idea, and Quatre had already face planted on the ground, pounding a fist into it in laughter. Duo didn't get the joke…yet.
Nope, didn't get it at all. He just kept looking back as the Sandbag, then at every laughing face around him…back and forth, back and forth.
And where does Trowa come in? Here, emerging from the kitchen, a small microwave pizza in his right hand, a can of red cream soda in the other, smiling as if all was right with the world.
Suddenly he paused and looked around: first at Wufei, who was sitting on the back of the couch, then at Heero, who managed to get back onto the couch, then Quatre, who, apparently, hadn't stopped laughing yet, and finally, poor, puzzled Duo, who sat looking at the pillowish, jellybean- like, terd of a marshmallow, pondering its existence.
"…!"
"What's that, Trowa?" Duo looked back at Trowa. The others just looked at Duo (now they were puzzled).
"…"
"Huh? It's not? Get outta town!"
"…" Trowa smiled.
"Heero what?"
In the middle for this "conversation," Wufei leaned over to Quatre. "Someone probably asked this before, but how come Duo can hear Trowa and Trowa can actually look like he's responding…when we can't even see his lips move?"
A shrug silenced their talk.
"…"
Duo's eyes widened. "Really? Dang! Thanks, Trowa!" He turned to the rest of the former Gundam pilots. "So, that thingamajig wasn't a pillow, or a jellybean, or a marshmallow, or pigeon poop?"
With ear to ear smiles (except from Heero), they nodded.
"Well now that I know what it really is, you guys' little joke is through!"
"Oh, I guess you know that is was a Sandbag now, huh?" Quatre put his hand behind his back.
"What? Sandbag? No!"
"But Duo…that's what it is."
"No, no, no…it's not a Sandbag or whatever you said…Trowa told me so! It's really a…"
Everyone leaned in, beginning to believe him somehow, and said in unison (excluding Trowa, who was cleaning up his spilt red cream soda), "Yeah?"
"…a Loofa sponge!"
BOOM! Everyone collapsed, confused, sickened and dismayed.
"I'm right, aren't I?"
****Weird ending, huh? Duo still doesn't know what it is. Well, please review and tell me what you liked, didn't like, what you thought was better or worse in Chapter 2…anything! I want to make a PERFECT Gundam Wing humor next time!****
After all that happened that day, Duo still wasn't quite normal, but then again, was he ever in the world of FanFiction? It is after lunchtime now, and Duo has claimed the television to play Super Smash Brothers Melee, then he plays the Homerun Contest, and manages to find a question in it concerning the Sandbag…
I Think It's A Marshmallow… by Gijinka Destroyer
Heero sat on the couch (which seems to play a major role in this fic, doesn't it?), watching Duo pick Dr. Mario on Super Smash Bros. Melee, who was sitting on the floor (as he usually did).
"You should pick Link," he suggested. "Or Pikachu. Maybe even Yoshi. Don't choose Little Link; he sucks."
"It's not Little Link, it's Young Link!" corrected Duo as he entered the Home Run Contest. He pushed the Sand Bag to the side of the platform, then picked up the home run bat, pulled back, and slammed a 450.8 out of it. "Dang…maybe I will choose Link." He exited the stage, chose Link, and re-entered.
"Told ya."
After ignoring Heero and re-entering the arena he slammed the Sand Bag again and hit a 520.4. "Whoa! Link rocks!"
"What'd I say?"
Suddenly Duo was silent. A curious look—the familiar curious look—dawned on his face. The Questioning would happen all over again! "Hey Heero."
Oh no, he thought. "What Duo?"
"That thing in the Home Run contest; what is it?"
"You don't know? For cryin' out loud, Duo, it's a San—" he froze. What a perfect opportunity! Let's see if he's smart enough to figure it out on his own! "Why, it's a pillow. Can't you tell?"
"A pillow?" He looked at it a while. "Oh, I see! A pillow! I saw one just like that at Target!"
"You…you did?"
Tapping Duo on the shoulder was Quatre, who had just come downstairs from the bathroom. "Oh Duo, it's not a pillow!" he laughed, ready to get in on Heero's joke. "It's a jellybean!"
"With eyes?" Duo asked. "Huh. Must be a new flavor of jellybean…well, I think it's a marshmallow—"
"No, it's a jellybean…" Quatre leaned over to Heero and whispered, "wait 'til he gets the trophy and finds out for himself!"
"Nah, I really think it's a marshmallow, guys…but then again, why would you want to beat on a marshmallow, anyway--?"
"It's not a freakin' marshmallow, you dipstick!" Wufei yelled, stomping down the stairs.
"Well then, Mr. I-know-everything-about-a-game-I-never-play, what is it?"
"It's pigeon crap! A pigeon couldn't hold it so it went right on the Home Run Contest platform!"
Heero almost fell of the couch at this idea, and Quatre had already face planted on the ground, pounding a fist into it in laughter. Duo didn't get the joke…yet.
Nope, didn't get it at all. He just kept looking back as the Sandbag, then at every laughing face around him…back and forth, back and forth.
And where does Trowa come in? Here, emerging from the kitchen, a small microwave pizza in his right hand, a can of red cream soda in the other, smiling as if all was right with the world.
Suddenly he paused and looked around: first at Wufei, who was sitting on the back of the couch, then at Heero, who managed to get back onto the couch, then Quatre, who, apparently, hadn't stopped laughing yet, and finally, poor, puzzled Duo, who sat looking at the pillowish, jellybean- like, terd of a marshmallow, pondering its existence.
"…!"
"What's that, Trowa?" Duo looked back at Trowa. The others just looked at Duo (now they were puzzled).
"…"
"Huh? It's not? Get outta town!"
"…" Trowa smiled.
"Heero what?"
In the middle for this "conversation," Wufei leaned over to Quatre. "Someone probably asked this before, but how come Duo can hear Trowa and Trowa can actually look like he's responding…when we can't even see his lips move?"
A shrug silenced their talk.
"…"
Duo's eyes widened. "Really? Dang! Thanks, Trowa!" He turned to the rest of the former Gundam pilots. "So, that thingamajig wasn't a pillow, or a jellybean, or a marshmallow, or pigeon poop?"
With ear to ear smiles (except from Heero), they nodded.
"Well now that I know what it really is, you guys' little joke is through!"
"Oh, I guess you know that is was a Sandbag now, huh?" Quatre put his hand behind his back.
"What? Sandbag? No!"
"But Duo…that's what it is."
"No, no, no…it's not a Sandbag or whatever you said…Trowa told me so! It's really a…"
Everyone leaned in, beginning to believe him somehow, and said in unison (excluding Trowa, who was cleaning up his spilt red cream soda), "Yeah?"
"…a Loofa sponge!"
BOOM! Everyone collapsed, confused, sickened and dismayed.
"I'm right, aren't I?"
****Weird ending, huh? Duo still doesn't know what it is. Well, please review and tell me what you liked, didn't like, what you thought was better or worse in Chapter 2…anything! I want to make a PERFECT Gundam Wing humor next time!****
