02-Nov-2000
Title: Lemon Pine Sol
Author: Tiercel, with inspirational and editorial help from Galadriel
Warnings: eh... yaoi implications, i guess.
Description-type thing: humor, weirdness, fluff
This is a sequel/side story to 'Lemon Joy' and 'Lemon Pledge,' which Galadriel and I wrote together. This also falls under the category of Hallucinogenic Shower Snippets, since I dreamed it up while in the shower.
And now, with further ado...
*squeak ... squeak ... squeak*
"I hate this job. I mean, look at this room! This is *disgusting*! And where'd all these damn feathers come from?"
"Hey, you should be grateful we *have* jobs. We're supposed to be dead. And are you sure you really want to know where the feathers came from?"
"Probably not."
*splash ... wipe ... wipe*
"It's just that this is so *demeaning*. Don't these boys ever take a break, for God's sake?"
"Well, it's not their fault. Blame the writers. What *is* that green stuff on the ceiling?"
"Guacamole."
"*Guaca* - never mind. I don't want to know."
"Oh, these sheets are disgusting..."
"What are you complaining about? We just have to collect them. Washing them is the laundry's job."
"Poor Relena."
"See? It could be worse."
"Hmph."
"Ah, you're just jealous because Zechs is boinking Wufei instead of you. Or are you jealous because Wufei is boinking Zechs?"
"How would you like me to take that metal arm and cram it up your - mmph!"
"Shut up, you idiot! Don't give them ideas!"
"Good point. Hey, you know, you're supposed to be the hot-shot scientist. Why don't you build something to clean these rooms for us?"
"Wouldn't a Gundam with a feather duster look a little silly?"
"You think that would look sillier than the two of us wearing denim overalls that read 'When life gives you lemons, call Lemon Maids?'"
"Good point. Hmmm... I wonder if I could build a beam mop."
"You are not a well man."
"Spoken by someone who gets up an hour early everyday to style his eyebrows."
"Yes, I've noticed that you have difficulty with the concept of personal hygiene."
"Hmph. Well, this room is as clean as we can get it. Maintenance will have to deal with the structural damage."
"Poor Otto. Where next?"
"The Yuu Yuu Hakusho set."
"Damn, not that again."
"What are you complaining about? You're obsessed with roses anyway."
"I'm allergic to fox fur."
"And no Lady Une to wipe your nose when you sneeze."
"Bite me, you old geezer."
"I told you - stop giving them ideas!"
*squeak... squeak... squeak...*
The End
Please don't hurt me. I blame the shampoo.
(:./tiercel/lemonps)
