 Jill: Hey, Rooster... I mean... Michelo! Michelo: Feh! What Do you want? Jill: Interview time! Michelo: Now? Jill: Yeah, your turn. Michelo: Meh, fine... let's do this...*takes a drink out of his bottle of Wild Turkey* Jill: You're gonna have to put that down... Michelo: *puts the bottle down* Anything else... Girly? Jill: *eye twitchs* No. First off, who are you and what do you do? Michelo: Michelo Chariot, Gundam Fighter for Neo-Italy... and a mob boss... Jill: Oh well... Michelo: I better not catch ya in my my stuff, Girly. If I find out somebody's been dropping things to the cops... I'm coming after you first. Heh! Jill: Trust me... I wouldn't touch anything you own... even with a 60 foot pole. Michelo: Feh! Keep it that way! Jill: Right... next question... Michelo: Yeah? Get on it already! Jill: *eye twitchs* ...What's wrong with your hair? Michelo: What?! Jill: Take fashion tips from the barn yard? Michelo: Why you little! You're asking for it now! Jill: You look like a rooster! A big drunk rooster! Michelo: You've got a lot of guts saying that to me, Girly! Jill: Next question! What's with that purple bathrobe? Michelo: What does it matter what color it is!? You trying to start something? Jill: How did it feel to be beaten on the first day of the Gundam Fight? Michelo: *grumbles* You're trying to piss me off huh? Fine, I can play this game. You wanna know how it feels? I'm still plotting my revenge! AT the rate things are going... your name's gonna end up on the hit list as well! Jill: Yeah? You wanna know what I think? Michelo: You think? Ha! Good one! Jill: You're a loser who looks like a barn yard animal, smells of cheap liquor! Not only that... *points and poses* YOU'RE LIVING IN MY BASEMENT SO YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING TO ME OR YOU'LL HAVE NO PLACE YOU HIDE!*sparkle sparkle* Michelo: Bwah? Jill: *sits back down* What do you say to that...Rooster Head? Michelo: Little punk! Jill: Well, that was successful... Michelo: What the hell was that?! You call that an interview? Jill: *shrug* I didn't really care what you had to say anyway... Michelo: *picks up his bottle again* SCRAM! GET OUTTA HERE! Jill: Gladly...it smells in here...*walks off* Later, Rooster Head! Ulube: Feh!...Stupid girl! |