Disclaimer: Yeah, I've pretty much accepted the fact that I don't own GSeed. Or maybe not…
a/n: Okay, forget wanting to clobber me. You probably want to assassinate me already. I couldn't update because… I was being chased by a mob of psychopathic Haros! Yeah, that's it! Okay, actually my PC was having problems with its social life. Internet problems, actually. Well, I won't bother you any longer. Read, review, and read all over again! Or you can do something else.
"Haros," Mr. Green called. The flying robots flew over to it.
"Since Mr. Pink is away on a 'business trip,' I will be the current leader," the green Haro proclaimed.
"We already know that," Mr. Blue whispered to Mr. Red.
"Mr. Pink," Mr. Green went on, "told me one thing when he called last night: wreak havoc on the subjects Kira and Athrun!"
"Kill Kira Tomahto and Athrun Salsa!" all the A.I. powered robots cheered.
Suddenly, Creuset jumped out of a trash bin.
"MWAHAHAHAHA!" he crowed. Then he sniffed. "What is that putrid smell?"
"It's you, you victim of an inexistent brain!" Mr. Violet snarled.
"I AM SO EMBARRASSED!" Creuset wailed, and ran back to the trash bin.
Meanwhile, since there weren't any pilots-'coz they were knocked unconscious by Kira(way to go, Ultimate Coordinator)-they went to Palawan using his Freedom Gundam instead.
The trip took a hell of a long time because:
"Kira, I wanna pee!" Lacus would say every three minutes.
"Did you drink too much soda before we left?" Kira was sarcastic throughout the whole trip.
Then every time they passed by anything or anyone, Lacus would make Kira stop driving so they could look at the wonderful landscape(or the wonderful old ladies passing).
Why'd she have to come? Now I'm bored out of my wits, Kira thought.
Kira thought he couldn't stand it anymore. I sure hope someone rescues me, he told himself.
"I'll bail you out, Yzak!" the ZAFTY most people called "Yak" mimicked what Nicol said earlier that day. While doing this, he moved around like a gay in his jail cell.
"It's been seven hours already! Where the fuckin' hell is that homosexual!" he roared.
"Obviously shopping at a particular gay mall in a certain cosmetics section," Yzak answered himself.
"Yeah, I bet he's stuffing himself with all those make-up and face masks," he snorted.
"Uh-huh, that is so right."
"You're talkin' to yourself, did you know that?"
"Oh, shut up!" he scowled.
Suddenly a Haro wearing a police hat fluttered towards his cell
"Shut up, yourself, human!" it scowled even more viciously than Yzak, which is saying a lot.
"Grrr… if there'a one thing I hate more than KIra Yamato (I'm gonna get you, Strike-um Freedom!), it's a HARO!" he muttered fiercely.
"The Haro went to a desk and withdrew a policeman's bat, which Yzak's eyes were fixed on. It just happened to be made of metal.
"Why do I have the feeling I know what's gonna happen next?" he gulped.
"Prepare to become dog food!" the annoying Haro went inside the cell.
Nicol saw a man wearing a white cardboard mask, who he thought looked a lot like Rau Le Creuset. When he went closer, he found out it was him. But for one odd detail: he was selling products that looked like it would burst with one touch.
"Nicol Amalfi! May I interest you with my money-generating machine? I can't use it, but you look like a smart gay-uh, man!" he said.
"I am?" Nicol asked, his eyes sparkling.
"Of course!"
"Really?"
"No."
"Oh well, I'll take that money machine of yours."
"It's really cheap- I mean, priceless," Creuset reassured Nicol. He also rubbed his thumb to his index and middle finger. "But it'll cost ya!"
"How much?" Nicol asked with a bad feeling in the pit of his wallet.
"One hundred fifty dollars!" Creuset's eye slits showed dollar signs in them.
The good looking gay pretended to be deeply sad. "Okay, here you go," he handed Creuset a handful of play money. Creuset cackled wildly.
"Mwahahahaha! Cash," he drooled. Seconds later, he scampered away, out of sight.
"How did he become commander of the ZAFT elites if he was that insane?" he wondered. Then he wore a cheerful face. "Well, time to go and bail Yzak out of jail!" he said happily.
a/n: Okay, if there are no computers being destroyed tomorrow, I'll definitely update. Really, I will. Tahtah!
