The G-Pub Chapter 9 - The End of BUTCHHOUND - Phase2
Heero: Damn.
Char: So, umm, what are we going to do?
Heero: Rise Wing Zero!
Domon: And people continue to rip me off . . .
Char: Hey, save it. At least you don't have whole clones of you walking around.
Solid Weasel: We're going to Liquid Char's base.
Amuro (Getting out of the defunct Hi-Nu Gundam): And we'll do this how?
Weasel: By following the signs that say "This way to BUTCHHOUND's base"
Amuro: Oh. Simple enough . . .
Meanwhile . . .
Liquid Char stands in the middle of a large room. On a table, Relena is strapped down.
Liquid: Interesting predicament I've gotten myself into.
Relena: Let me go, dammit!
Liquid ignored her, and hits a button. A squad of Mariemaia clones poor out, all naked.
Relena: Eww . . .
Liquid: I have solved the greatest mystery in life!
Relena: And that is?
Liquid: How to create clones of underage women without having them lose their sexual parts! Genius, isn't it?
Relena: Bleh. You're more of a Char clone than my brother. At least Zechs had class and skill.
Liquid: Shut up! Soon, you're friends will come looking for you, and you'll all be done! You'll all be DEAD! D - E - D - Dead.
Outside . . .
Weasel: Nice place they got here.
Amuro: It's a goddamn cigarette factory.
Weasel: I know, isn't it great!?
Amuro: That was sarcasm . . . right?
Rain: Hmm . . . it's covered with a Minovsky Particle and plasma resistant forcefield. It'll take a whole lot of power to penetrate it.
Char: Did somebody say "penetrate"?!
Camille: Get your mind of the gutter, man!
Char (Sniffs): I smell underage women . . .
Weasel: We need a way to penetrate the forcefield to secure the outside. But, we also need someone on the inside.
Char: I think Amuro is a good candidate to infiltrate.
Amuro: Leave me out of this.
Weasel: Char . . .
Domon: Sounds like it's up to you . . .
Char: Oh no, no way . . .
Weasel looks toward a truck.
Weasel: You can come out now.
A familiar ninja flies out in between Char and Weasel.
Char: A ninja?
Domon: What's a ninja doing here?
Shwartz Bruder: It's me, Shwartz Bruder, you idiot!
Domon: Oh . . .
Char tries to draw his gun, but Shwartz draws his daggers and keeps one by Char's throat. Weasel folds his hands across his chest.
Weasel: I wouldn't do that, Char.
Char: So you're changing sides now?!
Weasel: I never said I was on yours . . .
Char: Yes you did!
(Flashback to Chapter 9)
Weasel: I'm on your side. I just need to stick around for awhile.
(End Flashback)
Char: See!
Weasel: Oh . . . umm, yeah, changing sides, whatever . . .
Shwartz takes off his mask.
Char: You!
Domon: Brother?! How can this be?!
Kyoji: We went over this in Episode 47 of G Gundam, you idiot!
Domon: Oh yeah . . .
Weasel: Time-to-act-as-bait-so-you-can-have-a-cliché-meeting-with-your- brother, Char.
Char: Say what?
Kyoji knocks the shit out of Char.
Time lapse. Inside of the base . . .
Char: Ugh . . .
Liquid Char: So, brother, we meet again!
Char: Save it, you're no brother of mine.
Liquid: Oh, don't deny it. You're getting a little old, brother. Zeon Deikun banged his bitch when he was about 60. It's no wonder we grow older faster . . .
Char: Umm, there's 15 year time between Mobile Suit Gundam and Char's Counterattack. That's a big difference, you know.
Liquid: Oh, shut up, now. You know I'm not falling for any tricks. I want my money, dammit!
Char: Okay, okay, you'll get your money. 50 mil sound good?
Liquid: Really?!
Char: Yeah, really. It's no problem.
Liquid: Well, this is working out better than I thought.
Relena: But Char! Your integrity!
Char: What integrity?
Liquid: Hah! You really are my brother! I guess I should cancel the formation of the army known as the Sons of Deikun . . .
Char: That you should. Taking something huge and dropping it on Earth just isn't worth the time. Plus, it rips me off . . . again . . .
Liquid: It's not like I was thinking of doing that . . .
Liquid takes a notepad and a pen and scratches off "Drop something big on Earth".
Liquid: Now, all that has to happen is for Side 3 to give into my demand and I can let you go.
Char: And that is?
Liquid: I demanded a small amount of money and the remains of a certain someone.
Char: Exactly how much and who?
Liquid: 30 million dollars and the remnants of Zeon Deikun.
Char: Why do you need the body of our father?
Liquid: I plan to create an army of Char clones using his genes! Just because I plan to let you go, doesn't mean I've given up on universal domination.
Char: What? Just because you're the Fuhrer around here?
Liquid: Not just around here. I'm the Fuhrer to surpass Zeon Deikun himself!
Char: But he was the head of a republic . . .
Liquid: Oh, shut up.
Two men come in.
Soldier: It's a package from Side 3, sir. They say it's the body of Zeon Deikun.
Liquid: Excellent! Let's celebrate!
Liquid Char releases a bunch of Mariemaia clones. Char drools.
Char: No wonder you were immune to the Puru clones . . .
Liquid: Yes, as you can see, I've got a better collection here.
Relena: You're both sick!
Suddenly, a large bang is heard. Everything shakes. Liquid falls down as the lights begin to dim. He gets up and checks the screen.
Liquid: What's going on?
Char: Hmm . . . how come I suddenly hear a familiar BGM playing?
Liquid: Someone set us up the bomb.
Mariemaia clone: We get signal.
They turn the screen on. Above them is Wing Zero, firing down on the forcefield.
Heero: Greetings, gentlemen. All your base are belong to us.
Liquid: What you say?
Heero: You are on your way to destruction. You have no chance to survive, make your time. Ha ha ha.
The Twin Buster Rifle constantly fires until it finally destroys the forcefield and blows a hole in the base, in which all the members of the G- Pub and Solid Weasel infiltrate.
Amuro: Show's over.
Liquid: No way!
Liquid takes a few steps back, and knocks over the crate from Side 3. Suddenly, the side opens, and someone pops out.
Zeon Deikun: . . . what the?
Char: Daddy!
Zeon: Why, son! My, you have grown!
Char: You're in one piece!
Zeon: . . . ?
Char: You're been dead? You know that, right?
Zeon: Not dead, I just fell asleep and someone decided to keep me in the box.
Char: Why didn't you try to escape?
Zeon: Nude pictures of the Olsen Twins to literally last me a lifetime. I couldn't resist.
Relena (Sighs): Like father, like son.
Zeon: Is that you, Artesia?
Relena: No, just an equivalent from another series.
Zeon: . . . what the hell's gone on for the past couple of years? All I know is that Casval is my son, and then there's Artesia . . . but . . .
Zechs: Technically, you're my father, too.
Harry Ord: And mine.
Korozo Ronah: Me too.
Haman: Somewhat . . . I guess you'd be a step father, then.
Uluube: Don't forget me, dad.
Lancerow Dowell: And me.
Master Asia: DOMON! I mean, umm, from my intentions, technically, you'd be like a grandfather to me.
Chronicle Asher: And me . . .
Amuro: Hey, I thought you were dead.
Chronicle: I was, but, well . . . forget it . . .
Lau Lu Cruize: Yup. I'm in there, too.
Char: See how everybody tried to rip me off, daddy!
Zeon: My, Lord! Well, at least the entire family's here. Except for Artesia, where is she?
Sayla: Daddy!
Zeon: Artesia!
The two embrace.
Liquid Char: HEY! Have you all forgotten why you're here?
Char: Oh yeah.
He shoots him in the leg.
Zeon: Now Char, is that a way to treat your twin brother?
Char: He's really my twin brother?
Zeon: Fraternal, of course. Heh. You know, you're mother was only 13 ½ when she had you little darlings.
Sayla: Ugh. I don't want to think about mommy.
Liquid gets up.
Liquid: Hah! I have the dominant genes! I can take a bullet.
Char: Okay.
Char shoots him in arm.
Liquid: Gwah! Damn, you . . . Char . . . and you, too dad. Fuck you all.
Zeon: Hey! Watch your language young man!
Deikun kicks him in the nuts.
Liquid: Egad!
Zeon: Can I get a "Sieg Zeonl"!
Everybody: Sieg Zeon!
Enter Heero Yuy, who points a gun towards Liquid.
Heero: I'll kill you. And this one's loaded.
Liquid: No!
* BANG *
Weasel: Well, that takes care of everything.
Zeon: Well, time to get back to Side 3 and form that dictatorship I always wanted.
Char: Really?
Zeon: Yep. Always wanted to become Der Fuhrer. Time to apply it.
Char: See you later, dad!
Sayla: Bye, dad!
Enter screenshots of the pub, while Weasel talks.
Weasel: Life isn't just about screwing underaged women and becoming better than everyone else. You have to cherish it and pass on your -
Char: Oh, screw it. Let's just drink!
Everyone: Huzzah!
To Be Continued . . .
Heero: Damn.
Char: So, umm, what are we going to do?
Heero: Rise Wing Zero!
Domon: And people continue to rip me off . . .
Char: Hey, save it. At least you don't have whole clones of you walking around.
Solid Weasel: We're going to Liquid Char's base.
Amuro (Getting out of the defunct Hi-Nu Gundam): And we'll do this how?
Weasel: By following the signs that say "This way to BUTCHHOUND's base"
Amuro: Oh. Simple enough . . .
Meanwhile . . .
Liquid Char stands in the middle of a large room. On a table, Relena is strapped down.
Liquid: Interesting predicament I've gotten myself into.
Relena: Let me go, dammit!
Liquid ignored her, and hits a button. A squad of Mariemaia clones poor out, all naked.
Relena: Eww . . .
Liquid: I have solved the greatest mystery in life!
Relena: And that is?
Liquid: How to create clones of underage women without having them lose their sexual parts! Genius, isn't it?
Relena: Bleh. You're more of a Char clone than my brother. At least Zechs had class and skill.
Liquid: Shut up! Soon, you're friends will come looking for you, and you'll all be done! You'll all be DEAD! D - E - D - Dead.
Outside . . .
Weasel: Nice place they got here.
Amuro: It's a goddamn cigarette factory.
Weasel: I know, isn't it great!?
Amuro: That was sarcasm . . . right?
Rain: Hmm . . . it's covered with a Minovsky Particle and plasma resistant forcefield. It'll take a whole lot of power to penetrate it.
Char: Did somebody say "penetrate"?!
Camille: Get your mind of the gutter, man!
Char (Sniffs): I smell underage women . . .
Weasel: We need a way to penetrate the forcefield to secure the outside. But, we also need someone on the inside.
Char: I think Amuro is a good candidate to infiltrate.
Amuro: Leave me out of this.
Weasel: Char . . .
Domon: Sounds like it's up to you . . .
Char: Oh no, no way . . .
Weasel looks toward a truck.
Weasel: You can come out now.
A familiar ninja flies out in between Char and Weasel.
Char: A ninja?
Domon: What's a ninja doing here?
Shwartz Bruder: It's me, Shwartz Bruder, you idiot!
Domon: Oh . . .
Char tries to draw his gun, but Shwartz draws his daggers and keeps one by Char's throat. Weasel folds his hands across his chest.
Weasel: I wouldn't do that, Char.
Char: So you're changing sides now?!
Weasel: I never said I was on yours . . .
Char: Yes you did!
(Flashback to Chapter 9)
Weasel: I'm on your side. I just need to stick around for awhile.
(End Flashback)
Char: See!
Weasel: Oh . . . umm, yeah, changing sides, whatever . . .
Shwartz takes off his mask.
Char: You!
Domon: Brother?! How can this be?!
Kyoji: We went over this in Episode 47 of G Gundam, you idiot!
Domon: Oh yeah . . .
Weasel: Time-to-act-as-bait-so-you-can-have-a-cliché-meeting-with-your- brother, Char.
Char: Say what?
Kyoji knocks the shit out of Char.
Time lapse. Inside of the base . . .
Char: Ugh . . .
Liquid Char: So, brother, we meet again!
Char: Save it, you're no brother of mine.
Liquid: Oh, don't deny it. You're getting a little old, brother. Zeon Deikun banged his bitch when he was about 60. It's no wonder we grow older faster . . .
Char: Umm, there's 15 year time between Mobile Suit Gundam and Char's Counterattack. That's a big difference, you know.
Liquid: Oh, shut up, now. You know I'm not falling for any tricks. I want my money, dammit!
Char: Okay, okay, you'll get your money. 50 mil sound good?
Liquid: Really?!
Char: Yeah, really. It's no problem.
Liquid: Well, this is working out better than I thought.
Relena: But Char! Your integrity!
Char: What integrity?
Liquid: Hah! You really are my brother! I guess I should cancel the formation of the army known as the Sons of Deikun . . .
Char: That you should. Taking something huge and dropping it on Earth just isn't worth the time. Plus, it rips me off . . . again . . .
Liquid: It's not like I was thinking of doing that . . .
Liquid takes a notepad and a pen and scratches off "Drop something big on Earth".
Liquid: Now, all that has to happen is for Side 3 to give into my demand and I can let you go.
Char: And that is?
Liquid: I demanded a small amount of money and the remains of a certain someone.
Char: Exactly how much and who?
Liquid: 30 million dollars and the remnants of Zeon Deikun.
Char: Why do you need the body of our father?
Liquid: I plan to create an army of Char clones using his genes! Just because I plan to let you go, doesn't mean I've given up on universal domination.
Char: What? Just because you're the Fuhrer around here?
Liquid: Not just around here. I'm the Fuhrer to surpass Zeon Deikun himself!
Char: But he was the head of a republic . . .
Liquid: Oh, shut up.
Two men come in.
Soldier: It's a package from Side 3, sir. They say it's the body of Zeon Deikun.
Liquid: Excellent! Let's celebrate!
Liquid Char releases a bunch of Mariemaia clones. Char drools.
Char: No wonder you were immune to the Puru clones . . .
Liquid: Yes, as you can see, I've got a better collection here.
Relena: You're both sick!
Suddenly, a large bang is heard. Everything shakes. Liquid falls down as the lights begin to dim. He gets up and checks the screen.
Liquid: What's going on?
Char: Hmm . . . how come I suddenly hear a familiar BGM playing?
Liquid: Someone set us up the bomb.
Mariemaia clone: We get signal.
They turn the screen on. Above them is Wing Zero, firing down on the forcefield.
Heero: Greetings, gentlemen. All your base are belong to us.
Liquid: What you say?
Heero: You are on your way to destruction. You have no chance to survive, make your time. Ha ha ha.
The Twin Buster Rifle constantly fires until it finally destroys the forcefield and blows a hole in the base, in which all the members of the G- Pub and Solid Weasel infiltrate.
Amuro: Show's over.
Liquid: No way!
Liquid takes a few steps back, and knocks over the crate from Side 3. Suddenly, the side opens, and someone pops out.
Zeon Deikun: . . . what the?
Char: Daddy!
Zeon: Why, son! My, you have grown!
Char: You're in one piece!
Zeon: . . . ?
Char: You're been dead? You know that, right?
Zeon: Not dead, I just fell asleep and someone decided to keep me in the box.
Char: Why didn't you try to escape?
Zeon: Nude pictures of the Olsen Twins to literally last me a lifetime. I couldn't resist.
Relena (Sighs): Like father, like son.
Zeon: Is that you, Artesia?
Relena: No, just an equivalent from another series.
Zeon: . . . what the hell's gone on for the past couple of years? All I know is that Casval is my son, and then there's Artesia . . . but . . .
Zechs: Technically, you're my father, too.
Harry Ord: And mine.
Korozo Ronah: Me too.
Haman: Somewhat . . . I guess you'd be a step father, then.
Uluube: Don't forget me, dad.
Lancerow Dowell: And me.
Master Asia: DOMON! I mean, umm, from my intentions, technically, you'd be like a grandfather to me.
Chronicle Asher: And me . . .
Amuro: Hey, I thought you were dead.
Chronicle: I was, but, well . . . forget it . . .
Lau Lu Cruize: Yup. I'm in there, too.
Char: See how everybody tried to rip me off, daddy!
Zeon: My, Lord! Well, at least the entire family's here. Except for Artesia, where is she?
Sayla: Daddy!
Zeon: Artesia!
The two embrace.
Liquid Char: HEY! Have you all forgotten why you're here?
Char: Oh yeah.
He shoots him in the leg.
Zeon: Now Char, is that a way to treat your twin brother?
Char: He's really my twin brother?
Zeon: Fraternal, of course. Heh. You know, you're mother was only 13 ½ when she had you little darlings.
Sayla: Ugh. I don't want to think about mommy.
Liquid gets up.
Liquid: Hah! I have the dominant genes! I can take a bullet.
Char: Okay.
Char shoots him in arm.
Liquid: Gwah! Damn, you . . . Char . . . and you, too dad. Fuck you all.
Zeon: Hey! Watch your language young man!
Deikun kicks him in the nuts.
Liquid: Egad!
Zeon: Can I get a "Sieg Zeonl"!
Everybody: Sieg Zeon!
Enter Heero Yuy, who points a gun towards Liquid.
Heero: I'll kill you. And this one's loaded.
Liquid: No!
* BANG *
Weasel: Well, that takes care of everything.
Zeon: Well, time to get back to Side 3 and form that dictatorship I always wanted.
Char: Really?
Zeon: Yep. Always wanted to become Der Fuhrer. Time to apply it.
Char: See you later, dad!
Sayla: Bye, dad!
Enter screenshots of the pub, while Weasel talks.
Weasel: Life isn't just about screwing underaged women and becoming better than everyone else. You have to cherish it and pass on your -
Char: Oh, screw it. Let's just drink!
Everyone: Huzzah!
To Be Continued . . .