::guilty look:: Right, well…I was bored annnnnnd I didn’t want to work on my angsty fics because it’s was too depressing and I wanted to get back to my old pointless self again so…um…look just don’t kill me, kay? I was listening to the radio and this song came on by Right Said Fred and I just couldn’t resist.
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I'm Too Zechsy
Zechs: ::comes out on to the stage wearing his Preventor’s outfit from Endless Waltz:: Um…hi…
Rabid Fangirls: WE LOVE YOU ZECHSY!!!! ::glomp him::
Noin: ::starts clawing at the rabid fangirls:: STEP OFF YOU SKANKY HOES!!! HE’S MINE!!
Zechs: Erm…
Heero: Is there any reason why we’re here?
Cherry Blossom: Nope. I just wanted an audience.
Duo: Audience?
Cherry Blossom: For Zechsy’s song.
All: O.o
Trowa: You’re going to let him sing?
Wufei: Do you remember what happened the last time you did that?
Cherry Blossom: ::recalls Halloween Special:: Hmm…good point…
All: Phew.
Cherry Blossom: But I’m going to make him sing anyway.
All: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Quatre: ::pulls out earmuffs:: I’m glad I brought these.
Cherry Blossom: ::zaps them away:: ‘Fraid not. You’re all going to listen to Zechsy’s song.
Heero: Like hell I am. ::pulls out gun::
Cherry Blossom: Oh Heero, would you like to sing too?
Heero: ::puts the gun away:: I’m listening.
Cherry Blossom: Okay Zechsy! The stage is yours! Sing away!
Zechs: Do I have to?
Cherry Blossom: Yes.
Zechs: ::sigh:: Fine.
Cherry Blossom: Music!
Matteo: Cueing music…now!
A cool disco beat fills the air and strobe lights start to flare around the room.
Zechs: ::sings::
I'm too Zechsy for my gundam
too Zechsy for my gundam
Epyon's going to leave me
G-Boyz: ::groan::
Cherry Blossom: Shut up, or you’re back up singing.
G-Boyz: ::shut up::
Zechs: ::sings::
I'm too Zechsy for my mask
Too sexy for my mask
Do you even have to ask?
::pulls off his mask and throws it to Noin::
And I'm too Zechsy for Milan
too Zechsy for Milan
L2 and Japan
And I'm too Zechsy for your combat
Too Zechsy for your combat
No way I'm self destructing
::starts to grind to the beat, removing his nifty Preventor’s jacket and throwing into the audience::
Rabid Fangirls:: ::fight over the jacket::
Noin: ::deathglares at fangirls::
Zechs: ::sings::
I'm a pilot you know what I mean
And I crush your little troops on the battlefield
Yeah, on the battlefield, on the battlefield, yeah
I crush your little troops on the battlefield
::removes his shirt::
G-Boyz: O.o
Rabid Fangirls: ::scream:: Oooh yeah, honey take it aallll off!
Noin: ::eyes start to glow red::
Zechs: ::sings::
I'm too Zechsy for OZ
too Zechsy for OZ
Don’t wanna fight for Treize’s cause
And I'm too Zechsy for the Tallgeese
Too Zechsy for the Tallgeese
Hands too stained with blood for peace
I'm a pilot you know what I mean
And I crush your little troops on the battlefield
Yeah, on the battlefield, on the battlefield, yeah
I can kick your little touche on the battlefield
::dances around the stage, thrusting his hips in time to the music::
Rabid Fangirls: ::start to drool::
Noin: ::pulls out a gun::
G-Boyz: O.o
Zechs: ::sings::
I'm too Zechsy for my
too Zechsy for my
too Zechsy for my
'Cos I'm a pilot you know what I mean
And I crush your little troops on the battlefield
Yeah, on the battlefield, on the battlefield, yeah
I can kick your little touche on the battlefield
:: slowly slides the belt out of his pants and then swings it around a couple times before tossing it into the audience::
Fangirls: ::swoon::
Noin: That’s it! ::starts to shoot at fangirls::
G-Boyz: O.o
Zechs: ::ignore the gunshots and cries of pain::
I'm too Zechsy for Lucrezia
too Zechsy for Lucrazia
Poor Luc poor Lucrezia
I'm too Zechsy for my gundam
too Zechsy for my gundam
Epyon's going to leave me
::executes a double spin and then goes down on his knees, thrusting his hips up and arching back at the same time::
And I'm too sexy for this song.::looks up at the strangely silent audience::
Cherry Blossom: ::claps:: Thank you Zechsy. That was…er…interesting.
Zechs: ::beams::
G-Boyz: O.o
Noin: ::points her gun at Zechs:: Get your clothes back on and get in the car. We’re going home.
Zechs: ::picks up his clothes:: Yes dear.
Matteo: Um…Cherry there’s some lawyers here to see you about some Fangirls…
Cherry Blossom: Oh crap. Come on, let’s get out of here. ::pops out with Matteo::
G-Boyz: O.o
Quatre: Scarred for life.
Other pilots: ::nod in agreeement::