This story was taken off fanfiction a while ago because it had been misrated. But now its back again and I plan to add more chapters! So if you reviewed if before, please do so again. And if you havent, feel free to!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own in any way, shape, or from, the characters of Gundam Wing. But have you ever wondered what would happen if the GW-gang ever got there own radio talk show? Me neither! But I wrote it anyway! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Duo was wandering aimlessly around Quatre's mansion one day, looking for something to do. Or someone to bother. Either or, it didn't matter. So long as he wasn't board. It was a warm day on the colony, (Well, it was always a warm day on the colony) when he found Quatre walking about the gardens on the back of his mansion.

"Hey Quatre!" He flagged him down and ran over to him.

Quatre looked up from the roses he smelled to see Duo running toward him. "Hey Duo."

"Q-man! What-cha doing?" He looked at the bed of roses Quatre adored.

"Just communicating with nature!" Quatre took in a deep breath of freshly recycled air.

Duo sweat dropped. "Quat, you really need a girlfriend."

"No thank you! I've had enough of that! My sisters were always trying to set me up! I've had enough of dates to last me until I'm thirty!"

"Quatre! I didn't know you were such a player!" Duo nudged his lightly in the ribs. Quatre's face reddened. Which was of course Duo's goal. "Hey Quat, we've lived here for what? A year? I don't think I ever got around to asking you just why you have a huge electrical tower in your back yard."

"That's a radio tower, Duo." Quatre corrected him.

Duo's face was that of question but was quickly replaced with that of glee. "You have your own radio station? Cool!"

"We used too. When this colony was first put up, the high frequencies used to communicate to earth with were not yet open to civilians. Only the military. And so to avoid clashing signals, the colonists used old FM radio waves for colony purposes. I don't think people even listen to FM radio anymore-" Before he could finish the history lesson, his arm was grabbed by Duo and was being pulled in the direction of the tower.

"Come on! Lets go check it out!" Duo pulled him into the small building near the tower.

Duo looked around the rooms and at various CD's scattered about the floor. Then he found it. The room he was looking for. The room where people talk and play music and stuff. He flipped various switches to try and get the light on. A small red light flickered on over his head and he sat down in a chair in front of the microphone.

"Good evening ladies, babes, and chicks!" Duo yelled into the microphone.

MEANWHILE

Heero sat down in front of his laptop in the living area of the mansion. While doing some paper work, he turned the radio onto the old FM radio station so he could hear the news when a new station caught his attention.

"I am the great Duo Maxwell! He runs, he hides, he does everything. But he never lies! Duo Maxwell!" Duo proclaimed proudly over the station.

'What the hell? What are they doing at a radio station?' Heero suddenly remembered the old radio tower in the backgrounds of the mansion.

"Duo, this equipment hasn't been run in decades. I doubt if it works anymore. It would take months to get the equipment up and in working order again." A voice said that sounded a lot like Quatre.

"Ack! I know that! I'm just having a bit of fun! What say you listeners at home? Lets have some fun!" Duo exclaimed on the radio.

"For you lovely ladies would like a date with the incredibly handsome, witty, charming, intelligent, and debonair-"

"I'm surprised you even know what debonair means." Quatre cut in.

"I'm suprised comedy isn't your profession! AHEM! As I was saying. . .crap. What was I saying? Ah yes! Duo Maxwell! My number is available to all you ladies! 6432-763-5674-874-extension number 896!"

"Duo, that's my phone number!" Quatre yelled at him.

"AHHAHAHA! Welcome my co-host! Quatre Rebarba Winner! That's right ladies! He's handsome, he's got his own radio station, he's head of Winner industries, and he's available!" Duo started cracking up.

"I'm just glad this thing doesn't work."

"Quatre? Are you in here? There is a problem at the mansion and- Maxwell! What are you doing?" WuFei yelled.

"Ah! To all the people out there in radio land, its out special guest! The one! The only! The Wu-man!" Duo clapped and whistled.

"Maxwell! My name is WuFei! WUFEI! Got that?" He growled at him.

"That's what I said Wu-man. People, Wu-man here is a proud member of the He-man woman haters club! So to all you guys out there who like the big, strong, and violent type of guys, call us at-"

"Maxwell! I am not gay!" WuFei's voice got noticeably louder.

"Sure Wu-man. You just keep telling yourself that." Duo somehow managed to keep his voice controlled.

"DIE MAXWELL!" Various sounds of furniture being thrown around the room

"Allah, why me? Where did I go wrong? I have been faithful to you, have I not? Why do you punish me so?" Quatre pleaded softly in the background. Sounds of footsteps walking away before silence.

Footsteps come back. "Braided baka." More silence (tap, tap) on the microphone) "Hello? Testing, testing. Hello and welcome to happy hour with Chang WuFei! I will start off with a song."

"Happy Birthday to me. . .Happy birthday to me!" WuFei sung with an odd amount of easiness in his voice.

"Wu-man! I didn't know it was your birthday!" Duo cheered.

"Shut up Maxwell and let me enjoy my birthday!" WuFei yelled at him. "And now I shall do some impersonations. My first is Heero Yuy. Who are you and who do you work for? Thank you people!"

Duo and Quatre laughed in the background

"And now for my next impersonation. ". . . . . ." That was my impersonation of Trowa Barton! Beat that Robin Williams!"

"Wait wait! I want to do my impersonation of Wu-man here!" Duo broke in. "I'm a little tea pot short and stout, this is my hand-"

"MAXWELL!" More sounds of breaking furniture. Followed by silence.

Footsteps approaching, "Hello? Quatre?" Trowa's voice picked up. "Figures. I get in the mood to talk to someone and there's not a freakin soul around!"

Silence. (tap, tap) "Hello, I am Trowa Barton. Lets talk about our feelings any why people hide from them. Quatre Rebarba Winner for example. Many people think he is gay. As he has never been on a date that wasn't arranged by his sisters. What do you think he is hiding by running away from all of these women?"

"TROWA!" Quatre yells, Sounds of choking and strangling.

"MAXWELL! Get back here so I can kill you!" WuFei's voice returns.

More sounds of breaking furniture. "If there are any police officers out there listening right now, please SAVE ME!" Duo screamed.

Sounds of phone ringing.

"Hold on a minute with the killing there Wu-man. I have to answer the phone." Duo picked up the phone. "Hello?"

Sound of phone on the radio. "Duo."

"Hey Heero! What's up!?" Duo chirped.

"You do realize that you're live on the air?" Heero looked up from the phone he was talking on. Rashid, the other fighters, and a large amount of the mansions workers had gathered around the radio. And were currently laughing their head's off.

Duo, Quatre, WuFei and Trowa all looked up at the ceiling. The small red ceiling light that was actually a sign that was flashing "ON THE AIR"

Heero held the phone away from his ear expectantly. A few moments of silence passed. Then four voices chorused on the radio at a very high pitch. . . "NANI?"

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