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"…According to the interview of Mr. Tiyamato, Falcon, took desperate measure to try and rehabilitate himself. .One of the avenues that he undertook was to split his personality. Apparently, public interest groups are to blame for creating so much pressure on him to change.That's quite extreme isn't Tom?"

Tom quickly shoves awayhis bottle of booze. "That's right, Diane. Thepeople have described him as his usually self. But many are convinced that the goodness still resides within."

"Including you, Tom?"

"Not really, Diane. It's in the same way I consider you. Deep down inside, your nothing but a bitch."

"And deepdown inside, Tom, you're nothing more than panty wearing mamma's boy."

"Good-night," they spoke simultaneously, "and have a pleasant tomorrow."

Mr. Tiyamato flipped off the T.V.

"You see! Everything turned out all right. There isnow some sympathy for Captain Falcon."

Mewtwo grudgingly agreed. His wounds were minimal, so it was easy to heal. And he was right; no one suspected that he was in fact Falcon's duplicate. Though, transmuting himself was quite arduous.

He held up a hand, palm upward.

"May I have my DVDs now?"

Mr. Tiyamato nodded. "Of course, you may."

He snaps his fingers and a ninja deposits a DVD box collection into his hand. He tossed it to Mewtwo.

"Enjoy," said Tiyamato.

Mewtwo said his thanks and headed off to the laboratory. Falcon may have been an idiot, but the recreational center was top-notch. Where was he anyway?


"So we decided to forgive you, for the past, Mr. Falcon."

Falcon smile stretched across his face. The nuns decided to let bygones be bygones. All he had to do was meet the person he harassed and say sorry. Some things were just too easy.

He struts right into the church and encounters darkness.

"Hello," he bellows.

Suddenly the lights flare on. In front of him was a miniaturized version of the Gundam Wing Zero.

"Oh no!" mutters Falcon.

The cockpit opens and he could see the woman he harassed. She smiled, gave a little wave, and then closed the hatch.

The mobile suit's eyes flared green before it sprung into action. It pounds its Gundamnium fists and charges at Falcon.

"Eep!" squeaked Falcon.

CRASH!


Whatever, thought Mewtwo. He did his part, and now he wanted to forget everything that transpired. He popped in the DVD, reclined in the leather chair, and sipped his tea.