| Quatre: ::runs in, papers in hand:: Guess what guys?! Everyone: What? Quatre: I signed everyone up for school like you guys suggested and I have your electives. Wufei, you have�Home Ec. Wufei: HOME EC.!! You dishonorable rich boy!! How dare you put me in of all things, HOME EC!!?? Quatre: ::hiding behind Trowa:: I�m sorry but they don�t offer katana classes, I�m sorry Wufei, please don�t kill me. Wufei: ::pulling his sword from Spandex Space:: I won�t kill you�but you�ll wish I had ::evil glare:: Duo: Hey! Come on Wu-bear� Wufei: Call me that again and die, Maxwell. Duo: ::sweatdrop:: Um�Q (I can�t believe that�apple pie, stole my name!), why don�t you give everyone else their electives�before Wufei castrates everyone in the room. Quatre: Um�Heero, typing. Duo, auto body shop. Trowa, peer mediation. And I got ROTC, what ever that is. Everyone: ::looks:: Let�s kill him. Quatre: AIE! ::hides behind sofa:: Heero: Wait�Quatre, don�t you normally get two electives? Quatre: ::peeks out:: Yessss� Trowa: ::cleaning his knives:: And what are the other ones...? Quatre: ::meekly:: Um...band...marching band. Everyone: Let's kill him! Quatre: Nooooo! ((Two days later as the Pilots show up for band camp...Quatre's in a body cast.)) Quatre: ::sniff:: Why did you guys do this to me? ::hobble:: Duo: Be glad...I could've gotten the giant can opener of doom... Trowa: Or my knives... Heero: Or my gun... Wufei: And I could've used my sword more... Quatre: I get your point! ::sweatdrop:: Well, let's go in. ::opens door:: Duo: Jeez! It smells in here! Wufei: ::gags:: Like your room Maxwell! Duo: Or like the bathroom when you come out of it, Dr. FUNK-enstien! ::raseberry:: Heero: It smells like both of you, now shutup. Trowa:.. ::cough:: Damn... ((Enter evil band director)) Wufei: AH! Treize!! I shall kill you!! ::draws Katana:: Band director: Whaaaaaaat? ::pees pants:: Quatre: No! That's not Treize, it's the director. Put the sword away, Wufei! Wufei: ::grumbles about it being a KATANA and NOT a sword:: Quatre: ::sweatdrop:: You'll have to excuse him, he's kinda...hyper. Band director: ::voice cracking:: No..no problem. Excuse me ::goes to change pants:: Duo: Man, what a push over. What the hell are we going to be playing? Quatre: ::blink:: Well, Trowa can be in the flute section. Trowa: ::looks at the flute section, sees nothing but girls:: ...! No way... Quatre: ::puppy dog eyes:: pleeeeeeease?? Trowa: ...fine ::walks over:: Quatre: Um...Heero, you can be a drummer...that's not too hard, right? Heero: No. Quatre: Come on. Duo: Too afraid of the mission?? Heero: ::Death Glare:: Mission accepted. ::walks over to drummers:: Duo&Wufei&Quatre: ::sweatdrop:: Quatre: Duo, you can be a trumpeter... Duo: Yesss! ::bounces over to trumpets:: Quatre: ::looks at Wufei:: what do you want to play? Wufei: ::narrows eyes:: I have a secrete... Quatre: ::leans in:: What? Wufei: ::whisper:: Quatre: ::yelling:: YOU WERE ON COLOR GAURD?! Wufei: ::falls over:: ONNA! Heero&Duo&Trowa: ::snicker:: Quatre: ::sweatdrop:: sorry...well, I guess that's your section. Wufei: ::picks self off of ground, plotting the demise of the blonde and walks over to the guard:: Quatre: And I'll play...the violin! Drum major: ::looks at him weird:: There ARE no violins in band. Quatre: Violas? Drum major: Nope. Quatre: Cellos? Drum major: Uh uh. Quatre: WHAA! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO PLAY??!!! Drum major: ::sweatdrop:: Well in that cast, I guess something in the pit...like the triangle. Quatre: YAY! Imma triangle! ::runs off chanting:: Drum major: ::sweatdrop:: Next Part |