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Reno: Jolly good day. Marvelous tea!
Elena: Uh...Reno? Why are you talking like that? You sound like a damn british guy!
Reno: I haven�t the foggiest idea what you mean, good chap.
*The Turks, minus Reno of course, start inching away from Reno slowly*
Messiah: Hey.
Elena: Messiah, you have to help us! Reno is talking like...like a brit!
Messiah: *makes a face of mock horror* Oh no! Whatever shall we do! Get a life Elena. If he wants to talk like that, let him.
Elena: But...
Tseng: Elena, nothing�s wrong with him talking like that. As Messiah said, if he wants to talk like that, let him.
Elena: *says with heart floating above her head* If you say so, Tseng.
Messiah: *raises a closed fist and grits her teeth* I...just...said...that.
Cloud: Alright, that�s it! I can�t stand it anymore! Messiah, there�s nothing to sit on here, and the Turks have occupied all the available chairs. If you don�t get some good chairs in here soon, we�re gonna revolt.
Messiah: What?! R-revolt? You can�t do this to me! I gave you a place to relax in to keep you from doing this!
Vincent: *stands up from his place on the floor* Cloud is right. We can�t keep working without some comforts.
*Everyone stands up, holding their weapons threateningly.*
Messiah: *looks at Sephiroth in disbelief* Even you? My faithful bodyguard?
Sephiroth: *nods grimly* Even me.
Messiah: *frowns* Fine. *pulls out her baseball bat* Wanna fight? I�m the webpage master! You can�t defeat me!
*At that moment the doorbell rings. Messiah walks to the door and opens it to see a delivery boy standing there*
Messiah: Yes?
Delivery Boy: I have the two leather armchairs you ordered Miss St-
Messiah: Jesus H. Christ! Are you and idiot? Do you know where you are?
Delievery Boy: *looks around* Oh, this is one of those Final Fantasy 7 site, isn�t it? I forgot I can�t say your real name to them. *hands Messiah the clipboard*
Reno: Wait a minute...Messiah isn�t her real name? What happens is we guess her real name?
Delivery Boy: You get to be free.
Messiah: *shoves the clibord in his face* I think you�ve done enough here. I�ll bring them in. *snaps her fingers and two black leather armchair appear*
*The entire cast drools as they look at them*
Tifa: Chairs...soft leather ones too...
Aeris: I claim the left one!
Messiah: Oh no you don�t. I automatically get one, SINCE I ORDERED THEM!
Rufus: Then who gets the one left over?
Messiah: *smirks* The one who wins the contest. The contest that starts next week.
*Everyone gasps and the �Dun dun duuuuun� music plays*
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Messiah: The reason I ended this so quickly was that I ran out of time. Heh.
Messiah: I have to do that copyright thing right now. None of the characters of Final Fantasy VII belong to me, and I�m doing this merely for the fans enjoyment. I get ABSOLUTELY NO PAY FOR THIS! Happy now? I know how badly you people wanted this and were curious why i hadn�t done it in the first place. Don�t lie! I SAID don�t lie!
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