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All four boys and wife were gathered on the front yard of the Barton residence. Catherine was going on vaction with her boyfriend Van and they were helping her load the luggage into the van. No pun intended. They had been planning the trip for months. Van being a sergeant at the station, had very limited vacation time. Trowa didn't like the idea of Catherine dating a police officer. It was too dangerous. She would be crushed if anything was to happen to him. But, his sister wasn't about to let her over protective brother stop her from anything and just went right on dating him.
Leaning against the side of the van, Trowa looked dissapprovingly at the man behind the wheel.
Trowa: "Don't try anything."
Catherine: "Like you can stop us?" *bats eyes*
Trowa: "........" *glares*
Van: "Hey. Listen little bro. I'll keep her safe and sound and honourable alright?" *winks*
Trowa: "Hn."
Unable to really do anything about it, he backed away, waving with the rest of the group at the departing couple. Van was a good guy. Tall, dark and hansome with finely cropped sandy brown hair. Dependable, honest, reliable, responsible, and he could protect his sister if needed. Maybe that was the problem. He was too perfect and Trowa was worried about the faults they would find sooner or later. A sudden pat on his shoulder snapped him out of his thoughts and he turned to find his friends smiling at him with knowing faces.
Wufei: "Chill man. She's in good hands."
Duo: "Let it go bud. She's a grown woman. She's gotta fly on her own sometime."
Trowa: "......." *sigh* "I suppose."
Meiran: "I'm hungry. Let's go eat." *eyes light up*
Heero: *raises eyebrow* "When are you not hungry woman."
Meiran: "Hey! We've been hauling luggage since 6 AM and now it's like 6:45 and I'm hungry damnit!"
She was right. Everybody's stomach started growling at the mention of food so they decided to head to the local Mickey D's for some breakfast. The shortest route to Mickey D's was to cut through Kennedy Rd also known as the 'club space'. Basically every building was either a club, pub, bar and grill, karaoke, or archade. Everybody came here to chill and just hang. That means it wasn't the cleanest or safest part of the woods. Nonetheless, this pack could fend for themselves and chose the route anyways.
Halfway through club space, they noticed some disturbance outside a rather popular 24 hour club. It was called the Twilight Zone. The reason it was called that was because of the club's strict rules. No alchohol for people under 18, no drugs, and most importantly of all, no sexual harassment. Meaning if anyone grabs anybody else, that grabber is going to get their ass kicked out and name blacklisted. Doesn't really sound like a description for a club right? Why is it still so popular though? The girls go because it was a varitable hotspot for hot guys in elite crews. The guys went because there were hot chicks looking for guys. It was safe, it was hip. Heck it rocks. Even the 'nerdy bunch' had gone there clubbing from time to time. Although they were by no means frequent.
"Will somebody please hold him still!?"
"We're trying man! He keeps struggling!"
"LEGGO O ME!"
The five looked at each other, not sure if they should interfere. A bunch of guys seemed to be surrounding one guy in the middle. The boys outside were all wearing the same clothes which could only mean one thing. Gang fight.
Meiran: "Think we should do something?"
Duo: "I don't know man......doesn't look good."
Heero: "There's only 6 of them."
Wufei: "Yeah but do we want to get involved."
Trowa: "Just walk around them and if it gets worse, we step in."
The others agreed so they crossed to the other side of the street. That way they can be close enough to see but far enough not to provoke. It was hard to see what was happening because the boy in the middle was a lot smaller than the ones surrounding him. They didn't look like they were trying to hurt him, but the dialogue left much to suspicion. Trying not to be too conspicuous, they dodged behind each other trying to steal a glympse at the person on the inside. A few tries later, they finally saw a streak of platinum hair. Meiran covered her mouth in shock.
Meiran: "Oh my god. Is that...?"
Wufei: "Looks like it."
Duo: "Holy shit. Is he in trouble?"
Trowa: "I don't think so."
Heero: "How do you know?"
Trowa: "Check out the uniforms."
All 6 had black and red jackets with the all too famous fiery devil. The boys let out a relieved breath but Meiran wasn't convinced.
Meiran: "It still doesn't look good. Look at them. They're like....wrestling with him...or something."
Duo: "Male bonding babes. Hard to understand but it's what we do."
Meiran: *furrows brows* ".............."
Heero: "You know she has a point. Look."
Just as Heero pointed, Quatre threw whoever was holding him still over his back and hard to the ground. The rest jumped him and a rather serious bout of wrestling ensued. If they didn't know they were from the same gang, anyone would have thought that the six big guys were picking on the little blonde kid.
Wufei: "......so should we help?" *looks at T*
Trowa: "Don't look at me."
Duo: "I thought you cared the most."
Trowa: "That was a while ago." *puts hands in pocket*
Heero: *huffs* "Whatever. Come on. Let's check it out."
"Hey fellas. Ease up boys. Ease up."
Diabolos looked at them like they were aliens from another planet. Some exchanged glances while others shrugged. They seemed utterly confused.
"Are they talking to us?"
"You know them?"
"I don't know. Do you?"
"Beats the hell out of me."
"Do they know who they talking to man?"
"Do we know who we talking to?"
Again they looked at the visitors who had now increased by one. Some tall guy with really really weird hair in their opinion. It was borderline punk but no colours like jade, red, or silver. So called because that was the colour of their hair and bikes, and basically everything they owned. Right down to the nail polish. After another round of shrugs, Apple stepped forth taking charge.
"Let me handle this. I'm Apple. Diabolos ......spawn. Other guy with red hair is Red, also spawn. Over there that's Fay, Ra like the egyptian god, El, and Seth. They all..... demons. And...... Who are you?"
"I'm Duo from Kronos and these are my friends."
Apple made a face then turned to his crew looking even more confused. They whispered amonst each other, rather loudly actually. Their attitude seemed to be rubbing off on our boys who stood watching glassy-eyed. They never thought the roughest, most infamous gang in the city could be so.......stupid.
"(Yo. You ever heard of Kronos?)"
"(nah man. I can't think straight right now.)"
"(Eh I think I heard it before but I don't know where.)" <<hiccup>>
Suddenly, Quatre who had stayed silent throughout the entire conversation, mumbled something loud and threw a fit. Or rather, fist at the person who had him by the arm. The guy went flying from the sudden attack on his jaw. The others backed off as Quatre stumbled forward, afraid that they'd get the smack down from their short yet incredibly skilled leader. The Kronos crew made to back away too, not knowing what to expect. Everyone watched nervously as the blonde moved one step at a time, his head down and arms out. Then, out of nowhere, he tripped and fell face flat on the floor. Practically everyone rushed over to check if he was okay. Except for El who had been knocked out previously.
Apple: *pats Q's shoulder* "Hey. Hey! Angel man. Speak to me."
Duo: "Quatre you okay guy?"
Ra: *eyes wide* "You know Angel?"
Red: "OH! I know! Kronos kronos. They from the same school. You know?. The one Angel teaches at."
Meiran: "Well yes. What the hell did you think it was genious." *pokes Q's head*
Apple: "We thought you were some crew trying to press up, you know what I mean?" *shrugs*
Heero: "No."
Fay: "oh well." *shrug*
Trowa: "What the hell happened here? What's wrong with him?" *shakes Q's shoulder* "Hey. Are you hurt somewhere? Do you need medical help?"
Quatre: "........." *turns head slightly* "Ooooooh me freakin head. I'm zo wazted...."
Our boys blinked once again, stupidly as the realization hit them. Only now did they notice the tired eyes, stench of alchohol radiating from their bodies, and wobbly legs. Not to mention the broken and unintelligent lines.
Apple: <<hiccup>> "Heheheh. Yeah......he'z hurt in the....head man." <<hiccup>> "Too much OH attached to that carbon chain you know what I mean? ha....heheh......." *blink blink*
Meiran: "They're all pissed drunk!"
Quatre: *raises arm* "mnm........nah....nah. I never....get drunk Sellena.......hm.hahah. Trust your baby brother......hm......." <<hiccup>>
Trowa: *huffs* "Let's get him to his feet. Can't let him lay here forever."
Apple grabbed Quatre's right arm while Trowa got his left, but before they could lift him, Apple fell to his ass then started laughing like a moron. The sober ones rolled their eyes, then set about the task of dragging all 7 drunken mules to their feet. Trowa helped with Quatre, while Meiran grabbed Apple. Wufei and Heero dragged Seth, El, and Red between the two of them, and Duo got Ra and Fay.
Duo: "What are we suppose to do with them?"
Wufei: "Leave them in the gutter?"
Heero: "That's a good idea."
Meiran: "Are you guys serious? Next time I'm going to leave you boys in the gutter when you get hammered."
The door behind them opened and a rather large fat man with shades stepped out. He smiled when he saw the incapacitated Diabolos in the hands of some seemingly nice people. The group actually recognized him as Jeff, the local all round bouncer. He worked a lot of clubs, filling in whenever someone didn't show. Lets just say he was very large and very good at his job.
Jeff: "Hey there. You friends with the team?"
Duo: "Not exactly."
Jeff: *blinks* "Hey! I know you! You're that boy from the church. You got a nice voice man. You should jam at the club sometime."
Heero: "......you sing?"
Duo: *slight blush* "......part of the service okay?"
Heero: "How come I never heard you sing?"
Duo: "Hey you don't go to church alright?"
Wufei: "......." *wiggles brows at M*
Heero: "So? You can still sing for me."
Duo: "I don't wanna sing for you."
Meiran: *roll eyes* "......."
Heero: "What? I'm not good enough to hear but a bunch of strangers are?"
Duo: "No man. That ain't what I'm saying..."
Jeff: "Fellas fellas. I didn't mean to say nothing. But there's a time and place for that and it ain't here." *points to Diabolos* "We gotta get these boys home. You guys mind helping me out?"
Trowa: "Fine. We're in knee deep anyways."
Jeff: "Alright then." *claps* "Hey boy you got some wierd hair on you." *points at T*
Trowa: "So I noticed."
Jeff: "Eh man. Didn't mean no disrespect." *holds up hands in defence* "Okay. I got cabs coming already. Good boys, they know what to do. Heck they best be use to it by now."
Meiran: "These guys wasted often?" *shifts apple*
Jeff: "Nah nah. These guys yeah. Apple's okay. Seth just has nothing, and Red here can hold out for a while then zonks right out. Ra's pretty good, Fay kinda gets pukey so you might wanna be careful there."
Duo: "Oh sick man."
"arguhhhh."
Quatre's legs gave out from beneith him so Trowa had no choice but to give the wasted boy a piggy back ride.
Jeff: "That there is an anomaly." *points at Q* "Angel never gets drunk. I tell you that boy is almost invincible. He can chug a bottle of vodka and still walk a straight line."
Wufei: "I thought no drinks under 19."
Jeff: "Yes for regular customers. Angel, spawns and demons gets special consideration." *nods*
Duo: "Well.....why?" *looks at Fay* "And those bloody cabs best get here soon cause this guy is going to hurl."
Jeff: *looks group over* "You boys and girls don't go clubbing often do you? Diabolos are VIP at the zone."
A few minutes later, 2 cabs showed up and they were able to deposite six boys into them. Jeff had them separated by area closest to each other. Seems Ra and Apple live close, as with Red, Fay, Seth and El. It was a tough time trying to load those 4 boys on the cab, especially since none of them had any breakfast yet. And then there was one left over.
Duo: "Where are we going to put Quatre?"
Jeff: "hm........now that's a problem." *makes face*
Meiran: "Problem meaning......?"
Jeff: "See, we don't know where he lives. At least not now we don't. Angel tends to drift from buildin to buildin. You know. So the construction guys or the city don't find out that he's there."
Trowa: "He lives in abandoned buildings!?"
Jeff: "Un-hm. Ever since he moved out. We let him crash here sometimes when it's raining or really cold. But he doesn't like to impose. I mean this place is practically his. We welcome him any time! He just be mad in the morning."
Jeff: "Well.......he kind of made it clear that he didn't want to crash here so....maybe one you nice kids can take him in for the day? Seeing as how you all friends and all."
Wufei: *crosses arms* "What makes you think we're friends?"
Jeff: *smiles putting hands on hips* "Well if you're not, then Angel must be really wasted. You see, he doesn't let anybody, and I mean anybody touch him let alone come near him unless they in his crew. Strangers on the street can brush by his arm and get the worst whippin they ever got in their lives. Plus, nobody refers to him by his birth name. He gets all worked up over that."
The nerdy bunch looked at each other trying to figure out what to do. They couldn't leave him seeing that he had no place to go. Plus they were too good to do that to anybody they knew anyways. Jeff just stood there waiting for them to decide with his hands on his hips. Duo contemplated bringing him to the church but it was quite far away to walk from where they were. Heero's foster father probably wouldn't approve since he didn't like anybody going to his house. Wufei and Meiran was a possibility. They lived alone together, them being married and all. But then Trowa's house was closest to where they were standing.
"hm.........."
At times like this, it's always best to settle it the old fashion way. Paper, rock, scissors. Since Trowa's hands were tied at the moment, Meiran filled in for him.
"1..2..3!"
Wufei rock, Duo rock, Heero rock, Meiran.....scissors.
Trowa: "This better not be a trick." *narrows eyes*
Heero: "Live with it." *stretches*
Trowa: "......." *mumbles profanities*
Meiran: *stomach growls* "oooh. I need nourishment. Let's go guys."
Trowa: "What about me?" *motions load on back*
Wufei: "We'll bring you food. Don't worry about it." *puts arm on M's shoulder walking away*
Trowa: "ah.......can't I get a little help?"
Duo: "Hey man, we're use to getting drunk. Not take care of them." *winks+waves*
Grumbling to himself about disloyalty, Trowa rolled his eyes and shifted the weight on his back. It was going to be a hell of a day. Just as he turned to make the long trek (in his opinion) home, Jeff waved him over obviously wanting to share a few more words.
Jeff: "Tell Angel we be keeping his ride safe and sound. Here are his keys." *hands T keys*
Trowa: "I'll relay the message." *turns*
Jeff: "Hey don't lose the feather man. It's sacret to him. Had it ever since I can remember."
Nodding his goodbye, Trowa turned for the last time and walked as fast as he could. His passenger kept mumbling something about being wasted and having to go pee. Oh yeah it was going to be a long day. All things were go until he got half way back. The bunch of keys that he had haphazardly jammed into his pocket fell out and into a muddy puddle. Thank goodness for his impecable balance, Trowa was able to stoop and pick up the keys without tipping with the blonde. He shook the chain a few times to get the nasty water off. The once white pristine feather was now all brown and sandy.
"Let's hope it comes off. I don't want to get my ass kicked."
It was a challenge fishing into his pockets, dropping Quatre's keys again, then dropping his own. It wasn't til 5 minutes later that he finally got the damn door open. Then once he was inside, he had to take off his shoes which was a feat in itself. The rest was fairly easy, just climbing the stairs then over to his room where he deposited the load onto the bed. (Basically throwing.) Trying to get the boy's shoes off was a different story. They were some wierd shoes, or boots rather. There were buckles at the top, and buckles near the ankles. You couldn't untie the shoes until they were released and it was hard to do so when the person wearing them kept kicking their feet.
Trowa: *glares* "Will you quit moving around!"
Quatre: "...mnn........get....away from me. Pinhead."
He couldn't help it, he had to roll his eyes. He gave the boot a yank and finally got the heavy thing off. He was just about to yank off the other one when Quatre rolled off the bed and fell on the ground. Trowa threw up his hands in exasperation. Bending to lift him back on the bed, his chin suddenly got smacked by the blonde head which just happened to lift at the same time. Trowa fell back.
"Oh shit!"
Still on his hands and knees, Quatre crawled towards the open door of the bathroom. Completely pissed, Trowa rubbed his chin and had the right of mind to kick that little boy's ass. The only thing that was keeping him from doing so was the fact that the other was damn pissed drunk. He could imagine that the sober leader of diabolos would never crawl on his hands and knees, falling sometimes as his hands crossed one another. It was worse than a baby learning to crawl. It's amazing how alchohol can degenerate a man so easily. By now, the blonde had finally reached the bathroom and was slowly, and shakingly pulling himself up to stand before the bowl.
Quatre: "Oh man....wazted.......hammered.....gotta go pee. Gotta go pee. oh yeah......"
Trowa: "Hey watch where you're aiming that thing huh."
Quatre: "What are you looking at sissy boy!? Stubid!"
Trowa: *turns away* "Just don't get any on the floor." *puts hands on hips*
Quatre: "yeah....Do something about it...sissy! Pansy! oh yeah...wuzza.....who da man!" *shakes* "oh yeah....wuzza! Who's drivin?'
Trowa was slowly getting his first migrane. He rubbed his temples, then his eyes. It was way too early for this shit. Blinking a couple times, his vision cleared just in time to witness yet another incredible scene of stupidity. After releaving himself, the boy wobbly made his way back out the door. Only he was so tipsy that he smacked his head on the wall and fell flat back on the ground.
Quatre: "Oh my freaking head. I'm so wazted......"
Oh no.
"I think I'm going to throw up."
"Oh christ!"
It was too late and Quatre hurled all over himself. Acting fast, Trowa scooped him up from behind and lifted him so that his head was before the porceline shrine. Chunks blew and he let the boy worship for as long as he needed. He scrunched his face and turned away, not wanting to see the spectacular display of the technicolour yawn. It was a nightmare trying to balance the boy and reach to flush at the same time. He couldn't let go of him because he would probably fall head first into the bowl. He didn't want to see that let alone think it. The smell wasn't all that great either.
An endless eternity of yaking later, the boy was spent and practically unconscious. Dragging him off to the side, Trowa flushed for the gazillionth time, then set to the task of removing the boy's soiled clothes. It was a cumbersome task trying to keep Quatre sitting while he attempted pulling off the shirt without getting anything nasty on the both of them. Once the shirt was off, the pants were....easier. The blonde was light enough for him to hold his body up with one hand and peel off the pants with the other. He wasn't surprised, although slightly amused by the fact that goth boy had on a pair of black boxers to match his usually black ensemble. Gathering the clothes, plus socks while he was at it anyways, he rushed downstairs to get them rinsed and thrown into the machine with plenty of detergent. He was so focused on the task of cleaning that he reared back when he found a practically naked blonde boy in his bathroom when he came back.
Damn I forgot. Alright, shirt.
He threw open his closet looking for something that would fit the smaller boy and found nothing. Fet up with he whole thing, he grabbed the closest shirt hanging to him, a plain white dress shirt and went with that. Undoing the buttons he headed back to the bathroom at a leisurely pace since the boy was dead on the floor anyways. Dressing him was easy enough, just slip his arms through the sleeves and do up the bottons. Now all that was left was to carry him back to the bed and hope that he won't roll off again. Moving Quatre's hands to the front, he slipped his own behind his back, the other under his knees and lifted. As he turned to get back to his room, he caught a glimpse of his own image carrying the boy in the mirror. It stopped him in his tracks. The small boy in his arms looked so fragile, so vulnerable with his head resting on his shoulder. His arms weren't even long enough to let his hands show. Only the tops of his slender fingers peaked out from the clean white shirt. Eyes closed sleeping peacefully, it was suddenly unbelievable that this boy was actually a much feared, and dangerous gang leader.
Turning on his heals he walked back to the bed and gently, this time, placed the boy onto the bed. To be safe he surrounded the edge with pillows he gathered from Catherine's bed so that he wouldn't fall. Happy with the barrier he created, Trowa pulled the covers up and tucked him in. A hand shot out as he stood to leave, grabbing his shirt tightly. He looked down at the strange creature now clinging to him like a baby would a mother. Trowa wanted to smack himself. For a moment, his mind flashed the notion that the 'thing' was actually cute. He let out a small sigh, then fell to his knees to kneel beside the bed. His hand unconsciously reached to brush the silky gold strands from that beautiful face.
"Who are you? Really."
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Trowa: "What are you so happy about?" *looks through take out*
Meiran: "Oh man. I just had the most awsome pancakes."
Duo: "She ate over a dozen of them! I swear it was carnage on pastry." *shakes head*
Meiran: "Hey Wufei doesn't mind." *scrunches nose at D*
Heero: "Yes why don't you mind Wufei? I'm surprised you don't criticize her on that." *flops on couch*
Wufei: "Different beliefs my friend." *crosses arms* "There's an old saying. [To be able to eat is happiness and good fortune.] We work for food, not money. Understand?"
Trowa: "Wise philosophy." *chomps on hashbrown*
Meiran: "So?" *leans on dining table* "Hows the mean blonde doing?"
Trowa: "Sleeping." *brags micmuffin* "Puked like hell then virtually passed out."
Meiran: "Oh. That bad huh?" *pats T's head* "Good luck later. He's going to have a hell of a hangover later."
Duo: "Yeah me and MC got you covered on class man. So eh.....have fun taking care of him." *looks at watch* "Time to run. We'll drop your stuff after school."
Wufei and Meiran waved goodbye while Duo had to drag Heero away from the television. Trowa got up to lock the door, then grabbed his breakfast to eat it upstairs. Might as well keep an eye on him. When he saw that the boy was sleeping without moving an inch, he pulled out his chair and turned on the computer. Hey, everyone needs entertainment right?
It was a letter from father Maxwell strangely enough. Trowa couldn't for the life of him figure a reason for him to send him email so quickly clicked the message.
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To: Trowa Barton
From: Father Maxwell
Subject: Angels
Hello Trowa. I looked into the libraries trying to find the answer to the question you asked me earlier. The one about angels and their wings. I looked through many books and could not find any reference to 8 wings in recognized scripture. However, as I browsed the ancient stories I did find one which mentions what you asked me. I've scanned it and sent it to you as an attachment. Hopefully you will be able to read it. Come by the church if you have any more questions. You know you're always welcome.
Good day.
F.M.
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Trowa quickly opened the attachment. He had forgotten how much he wanted to know the boy's secrets before. The 8 wings on his back had irked him tremendously. He didn't like to be ignorant in any way. Perfectionist that he is. The scanned literature was actually huge, the words at least size 24 if it was on the word processor. Father Maxwell was in serious need of some specticles if he couldn't read that. Eagarly he dived in to the literature digesting all that was in it. His eyes widened at it's contents.
The name Lucifer originally denotes the planet Venus, emphasizing it's brilliance. The Vulgate employs the word also for "the light of the morning" (Job 50:17), "the signs of the zodiac" (Job 38:32), and "the aurora" (Psalm 109:3). Metaphorically, the word is applied to the King of Babylon (Isaiah 14:12) as preeminent among the princes of his time; to the high priest Simon son of Onias (Ecclesiasticus 50:6) for his surpassing virtue, to the glory of heaven (Apocalypse 2:28), by reason of his excellency; finally to Jesus Christ himself (II Petr. 1:19; Apocalypse 22:16; the "Exultet" of Holy Saturday) the true light of spiritual life. The Syriac version of Aquila derive the Hebrew noun 'helel' from the verb 'yalal', "to lament"; St. Jerome agrees with them in (In Isaiah 1:14) and makes Lucifer the name of the principal fallen angel who must lament the loss of his original glory bright as the morning star. [1]
Lucifer is often depicted as the most beautiful angel in heaven who's powers were closest to that of God. He could be distinguished from all the angels in heaven by the number of wings he possessed. Brighter and more brilliant than even Michael, Lucifer possessed eight wings.
The fallen angel who possesses eight wings. Perhaps it's true. Brilliant and more beautiful than all the stars, yet your light is dimmed by your fall from grace. You.....really are similar to Lucifer.
He continued sitting in his chair, silently watching Quatre. The rise and fall of his chest beneith the blanket, the strands of hair moving with the current caused by his breathing. It was hypnotic and time passed unnoticed. Then, something hit him.
LUCIFER???
Eyes wide, he spun his chair around and clicked through the past messages he received from his e-pal. It was indeed the same name. But perhaps it was a coincidence. Lucifer is a well known demonic name. And the real identity of lucifer was his long time pen-pal Vier Sieger. He let out a breath, somewhat releaved that he was working himself up for nothing. But as he sat there, blankly looking at the screen he got a strange urge to look deeper. What did Vier Siegar's name mean? He knew it was German as it was quite obvious, but he never really looked into it. So, throught he miracle of online translation sites, he typed in the name.
The translated text came out exactly the same. He frowned contemplating, then smacked himself. Of course there would be no meaning to a full name. So next he typed in Vier.
Four? Hn. Strange name. Wonder what Sieger means.
So he typed in the last name. This time, the results were quite.....stunning.
Winner? Four, Winner? It.....gotta be a coincidence. But then.....
He glanced back at the sleeping boy on the bed. The boy named Quatre Winner. Who's first name in French just happened to mean four. It's just a coincidence. Right.....?
"You're.......you're Vier Sieger?"
Note: For a deeper understanding of drunk jokes in this part, please visit www.joecartoon.com and watch suepahfly. ^_~
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