TROWA! *runs up to Trowa* Sorry, I mean Sad Clown Face. What are you doing in your big, green clown pants?
I am a clown, therefore, I should wear giant clown pants. Who you like to come closer to admire them?
All right Sad Clown Face. *steps closer* This is lovely stitching, and what type of fabric is this? I never knew clown pants could be so. . . ahhhhh.
Hey, Trowa. Have you seen Quatre? I wanted to get a little action before lunch.
*pulls open his clown pants*
Is that an invite? I don’t mind if I do. *looks inside* What the hell? Ahhhhh....
It’s lunch time Sad Clown Face. What? You think your clown pants are so much cooler than my spandex? *walks closer to the clown pants* Yeah, that’s what I thought. AHHHH. . . .
Hey, weakling! Where did everybody go? I want to eat, but Warp refuses to serve lunch until we’re all present.
Do you like my pants, Wu Fei?
Well, they are better than Heero’s spandex.
Come and try them on.
Really? Okay. *goes to try on the clown pants* Ahhhhhh
This is not funny guys!! I made grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup!!! You said you loved my cooking!! Trowa, have you seen them?
What’s that noise coming from your pants? *looks down Trowa’s clown pants* Ahhhhhh
I keep hearing all this screaming. What’s going on, Trowa?
*points at clown pants
Right. Those pants are really stupid, why are they so big?
They are clown pants, after all. Come and see.
Ahhhhh.
*smiles*