A day in the life of Zell.
Zell's life is an unusual one in that his only thoughts were to sink his teeth into those ever-elusive hotdogs. No one knows what it is about those hotdogs that make them so good, but the fact remains that Zell had to have them. All of them.
11:00 AM
Zell was still in his rack dreaming about hotdogs. Drool clung off the side of his mouth. This dream would have disturbed anyone else, but Zell was as right as rain. Picture a grown man dancing with over-grown hotdogs to the "Let's all go to the Movies" song. Zell takes a bite out of one of the hotdogs and they all laugh. But it all vanished when there was a loud rap at the door. Zell's head jolted up, but then the blood rushed out of his head and he dropped to the ground, falling out of bed. He groaned as a faint giggle could be heard. It was Selphie. She did this every morning just because. He swung open the door and was about to yell when he saw what she was wearing. Words could not describe how hot she looked. He was visibly jarred and mumbling incoherently. She voiced a thank you and left. Zell followed her every movement with his eyes, still mumbling. After she was out of view, Zell closed the door but got caught. Zell was too distracted to notice his growing projectile waiting to launch. He drew in his breath waiting for the full pain to kick in. He let out the whelp of a lifetime.
1:00 PM
Zell still lay on the ground clutching his groin, sucking in every painful breath.
1:30 PM
Zell finally got up and limped to the bathroom, crying.
2:00 PM
Zell was finally able to walk without the sharp blistering pain. He looked down. It was black and blue and throbbing. He cried again.
3:00 PM
Zell tried to comfort himself. At least it's bigger, he thought. He cried again. Stupid Sexy Selphie!!
3:30 PM
He decided that only a hotdog could calm his aching nerves. He chided himself for crying too long. He slowly put on his clothes and limped to the cafeteria. 3:35 PM
Zell was stopped by girl with pigtails from the library. He tried to have a normal conversation without getting excited. No avail, Zell was in visible pain. She asked what was wrong, because guys don't just start crying for no reason. He explained quickly that what she did was not wrong and that she should work her magic on another day. With that he left back on pursuit of that hotdog. She still wondered about Zell's sexuality, but that was another story for another day.
3:50 PM (10 minutes before closing time)
Was stopped again by one of the stupid card players. He took a deep breath and yelled at him in a really loud voice about how he hates playing the firkin card game, it's for little babies and that he wanted a hotdog. He handed the now hurt card player all his cards and smacked him for being stupid.
3:59 PM
He finally made it to the cafeteria. The only people there was Squall and Quistis. The lunch lady handed Quistis a hotdog proclaiming that to be the last this cafeteria will ever have cooked.
Zell screamed. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He started to openly weep. Squall tried to comfort Zell.
"Don't cry Zell. Here." He hands Zell the pet bunny he just got. "Have a bunny."
While Squall distracted Zell, Quistis engulfed the hotdog as quickly as she could. Zell could have actually killed me for this thing, but DAMN are they good. She thought.
Author note: Update! Update! Okay, I truly have no love for Zell but he's amusing to write about. I might write about Irvine in the afterlife..maybe. I promise more later. R&R always and as many times as possible.
Zell's life is an unusual one in that his only thoughts were to sink his teeth into those ever-elusive hotdogs. No one knows what it is about those hotdogs that make them so good, but the fact remains that Zell had to have them. All of them.
11:00 AM
Zell was still in his rack dreaming about hotdogs. Drool clung off the side of his mouth. This dream would have disturbed anyone else, but Zell was as right as rain. Picture a grown man dancing with over-grown hotdogs to the "Let's all go to the Movies" song. Zell takes a bite out of one of the hotdogs and they all laugh. But it all vanished when there was a loud rap at the door. Zell's head jolted up, but then the blood rushed out of his head and he dropped to the ground, falling out of bed. He groaned as a faint giggle could be heard. It was Selphie. She did this every morning just because. He swung open the door and was about to yell when he saw what she was wearing. Words could not describe how hot she looked. He was visibly jarred and mumbling incoherently. She voiced a thank you and left. Zell followed her every movement with his eyes, still mumbling. After she was out of view, Zell closed the door but got caught. Zell was too distracted to notice his growing projectile waiting to launch. He drew in his breath waiting for the full pain to kick in. He let out the whelp of a lifetime.
1:00 PM
Zell still lay on the ground clutching his groin, sucking in every painful breath.
1:30 PM
Zell finally got up and limped to the bathroom, crying.
2:00 PM
Zell was finally able to walk without the sharp blistering pain. He looked down. It was black and blue and throbbing. He cried again.
3:00 PM
Zell tried to comfort himself. At least it's bigger, he thought. He cried again. Stupid Sexy Selphie!!
3:30 PM
He decided that only a hotdog could calm his aching nerves. He chided himself for crying too long. He slowly put on his clothes and limped to the cafeteria. 3:35 PM
Zell was stopped by girl with pigtails from the library. He tried to have a normal conversation without getting excited. No avail, Zell was in visible pain. She asked what was wrong, because guys don't just start crying for no reason. He explained quickly that what she did was not wrong and that she should work her magic on another day. With that he left back on pursuit of that hotdog. She still wondered about Zell's sexuality, but that was another story for another day.
3:50 PM (10 minutes before closing time)
Was stopped again by one of the stupid card players. He took a deep breath and yelled at him in a really loud voice about how he hates playing the firkin card game, it's for little babies and that he wanted a hotdog. He handed the now hurt card player all his cards and smacked him for being stupid.
3:59 PM
He finally made it to the cafeteria. The only people there was Squall and Quistis. The lunch lady handed Quistis a hotdog proclaiming that to be the last this cafeteria will ever have cooked.
Zell screamed. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He started to openly weep. Squall tried to comfort Zell.
"Don't cry Zell. Here." He hands Zell the pet bunny he just got. "Have a bunny."
While Squall distracted Zell, Quistis engulfed the hotdog as quickly as she could. Zell could have actually killed me for this thing, but DAMN are they good. She thought.
Author note: Update! Update! Okay, I truly have no love for Zell but he's amusing to write about. I might write about Irvine in the afterlife..maybe. I promise more later. R&R always and as many times as possible.