Disclaimer-I do not own foamy the (adorable) squirrel or GW.
"Foamy? What the hell was that!" Trowa, Heero, and Quatre asked astonished. "Oh you all will know, eventually… hooohahahahahahhahahahah!" the squirrel laughed. "…uhhh… ok…?" was all the Gundam pilots could say. Every one went one to what they were doing. Foamy was just about to touch down on the ground, but then Chob run by forcing the floating squirrel to ascend a few more feet. "Damn it! That could mean 4 more hours! And where's my thing from the fridge, Mr. Pirate!"
Trowa looked up a little mad that a squirrel had the audacity to make fun of his sexiful hair. "Yeah, you heard me! I want a soda!" Trowa got up and left the room, eye twitching and all. Quatre and Heero glanced at each other nervously. The last guy who made fun of Trowa's hair ended crucified upside-down to a
Port-a-potty. Trowa came back moments later with a huge smile and a preppy attitude, witch terrified every one. "Hi foamy! Here's a café mocha super deluxe cappuccino of creamy goodness. I made it from every thing I found in the supply closet…I mean cabinets in the kitchen"
"nice try, asshole. You said something from the FRIDGE, not the poison closet."
Trowa walked out grumbling about ungrateful people not excepting nicely assembled poison packs.
Sorry its short but I'm only updating for the sake of…well updating. If any one is reading this please review and tell me something I can do for this story…