warning: weird, gross ooc, very very pointless
The world fell silent.
A pin dropped somewhere on L3, and they (Heero and Demon Gates, that is, not THEY. Ya know, THEY? Not them.) heard it.
A flea sneezed, and the echoes reverberated off the walls of the valley, until they shattered mountains.
Stuff went *pop*.
Anyway, all that stuff is irrelevant, as three seconds later they (but not THEY) got up and did it again.
You get the idea. And so, boys, girls, neuters, hermaphrodites, and what have you... The moral of this story is... Nothing!! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! This whole thing has been an exercise in POINTLESSNESS!! Now doesn't that make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside?
Stay tuned for the sequel: 'Heero vs. AOL' ... coming in 587360, or come to think of it, probably never...
This has been a Purple Shinigami/Ragnarok production.
No Gundam Pilots, Power Rangers, Megaconglomerate Executives, or fluffy bunnies were harmed in production. Oh, wait a minute, the Power Rangers were. Sorry. *ehem* However, a large number of robe-clad redshirts/cultists were brutally slaughtered. Not that you care, or anything, just thought you'd like to know.
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