"Those are some killer beats Heer- er, Hee-chan." Dorothy complimented, just a little confused as to why Heero had used such a korny rapper name. Oh well, she was only managing him for the money. "Yo hoe!" Hee-chan put his arm around Dorothy taking the time to squeeze her ass. "Look Hee-chan, you're never gonna become a big time rapper if you don't work on it." She sighed with relief as Heero's grip loosened. "I sud go show dem frends o' mine wat a killa rappa I am." Hee-chan rolled his head to one side and Dorothy hoped for a moment that he was dead. No! She scolded herself. This guy could get me major bucks. "Well then, Let's go." She forced a fake smile.

Hee-chan travelled across far deserts and....ohkay, he crossed the street, to get to the coffee Shop the rest of the GW gang was hanging out at. For stupidity's purposes, let's call it CouchPotato. "Yo yo yo! Hee-chan's in da house!" All conversation stoppsed. Everyone was staring at 'Hee-chan' in his ridiculous pink jumpsuit. Quatre's face was a mask of horror. "Heero! That outfit! It clashes with your eyes!" Hee-chan glared at Quatre, "Yo' taking ta meh, bitch?" Quatre's breathing became heavy and he sat dowen, too shocked to say anything. Then Dorothy walked in. "Everyone. Meet Hee- chan." She put the fake smile on again. "We've already met Hee-chan..." Duo commented, being much more quiet than usual. Dorothy sent Quatre a look of compassion and pity. "Anyway, Hee-chan has decided to become a rapper! He's quite good I must say! Hit it Hee-chan!"

"My name is Hee-chan and I'm so ill! I said I'm...I'm..I'm I'm so ill!"

Heero coughed, "As if I'n go'a gi' yo' peeps mor' of my stylin's dan dat!" "Hey!" Duo yelped, "You stole that from a radio commercial!" Hee-chan sent him a glare but in his new outfit it did little good. "Loo' I'll giv' ya somma mah profits if yo' wurk fo' meh! Deel?!" The idea of working with a celebrity immediatly appealled to Duo, who agreed right away. "Anything you want!" "Goo'" Hee-chan smirked, "Ge' out on dat dere ko'na an' make me some cash!" Duo's jaw dropped open, Heero only wanted him as a whore! "Well?" Duo grumbled something under his breath but stood up anyway. "yes Master." He snorted his annoyance. "Wai' !" Heero called. "It ain't masta'! It's Sir Pimps-a-lot!" Duo couldn't hold back his snicker at the name and hurried out the door before something even worse happend.

Author's Notes: See? No Aku-Baka! Anyway, I'm not sure what I think of this chapter and might replace it later on but..Sir Pimps-a-lot...XD Again, feel free to flame. I know I might if I were to read this. Whatever. It's not SUPPOSED to be good. It's just supposed to amuse me.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Gundam Wing. I only own half the rap made in chapter one, a bag of chips and a talking moose...er, wait...X the moose...