October 25, 2000
Otherwise known as "The Most MSTable Fic in the World Right Now But
Not in a Few Days"
by dj jazzy bee
This was way too amusing to write.
The all mighty Fluffy nodded. Then, it pulled out another photo of Heero wearing a French maid's costume over some unknown man's lap, sucking his fingers. "You wanna get with Heero too?" asked Quatre. He was a bit perturbed. Perturbed perturbed perturbed. That was a funny word. Haha.
Then, with sudden violence, he began to smash the two pictures of the Gundam pilots together, tearing little holes through the paper. Quatre gasped. "Oh Fluffy! You're a murdering vicious psycho now! What's to become of you?"
Fluffy, the pink carebear with homicidal urges, shrugged and put on a Bill Clinton mask.
The blonde sighed. It was always the ones suffering from dementia that ran for office.
"And then, to top it off, the little bastard shoots me twice in the arm and five times in the head! Then he fucks me"--Heero growled--"and runs!" The Japanese boy wailed, clutching his knees. His therapist looked a bit...perturbed. Perturbed perturbed...
"I thought you said Duo shot you in the arm and in the leg."
Heero's eye twitched. Yes, *twitched*; damn it, this is my fic and Heero'll twitch how I like.
Five seconds later, the Sunshine and Rainbows Mental Health Institute blew up.
How was poor, poor Heero to know that he'd just loosed a hoard of vicious demons waiting for backpay from their cable companies? It wasn't his fault that the Carebears had never received royalties from syndication.
Fluffy hissed as Duo knocked a blonde with twig-like eyebrows off a golf cart and began to drive around, looking for someone. Suddenly, a blast that had gastric origins rocked the building.
How I pity poor Martin Krutz.
His well-meaning wife had baked beans that afternoon and he'd eaten them, though they gave him bad gas. Some evil little denizen from the pit had stolen his Beano, he was sure.
Either way, his fart was poorly timed.
Only five feet away, Heero was trying to fry his therapist to death with a lighter.
Duo screamed as he saw Heero's body fly up into the air and bounce off a telephone pole. "Ouch, that guy must have balls of steel!"
Quatre woke to find himself surrounded by... By... They looked like small bears, but they smelled like aftershave and old beer. He would even go so far as to say one of them had a beer belly.
"Oh d-d-d-dear," he said, sighing.
Relena and Noin, who were engaged in an intimate body painting session, sadly perished after a giant paper machie rainbow fell on their heads as the ceiling was caving in.
End Part Two
Bianca
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