Ow. Massive migraine.
|
|
| Heero: Ow. Massive migraine. |
|
|
|
| Heero: I'm strapped to a bed on the 50th floor of the Alliance Hospital. Did I mention I was psychic to know that? |
|
 |
|
| Sally: Did I mention I'm insanely interested in 15-year-olds who can survive explosions without any major injuries? |
|
|
|
| Sally: I need more information on this cute hunk. Is he single? Does he have a place of his own? How about a sporty car? |
|
 |
|
| Relena: MY HUNK. BACK OFF. |
|
|
|
| Sally: So...what can you tell me about Mr. Gorgeous? Are you a little school friend? |
|
|
|
| Relena: Touch him and die. |
|
|
|
| Sally: My, aren't we possessive. |
|
|
|
| Relena: Okay, okay. To hide the possessiveness I'll tell you a fake story that I'm sure you won't believe. Heero and I go to school together and we're the best of friends. |
|
 |
|
| Duo: *CRASH* Hi honey, I'm home! |
|
|
|
| Sally: All the alarms are going off. That wouldn't mean the prisoner...I mean, the patient...is trying to escape, would it? |
|
|
|
| Duo: Remember me? |
|
|
|
| Heero: What, did I die and go to hell? Aren't you the moron who shot me? I'm going to kill you. |
|
|
|
| Duo: I'll bet you say that to everyone. Here's your parachute. Time to fly |
|
|
|
| Heero: No thanks; I'll just die instead. |
|
|
|
| Duo: WTFOMG |
|
|
|
| Relena: OMGHEERO DON'TDIE |
|
|
|
| Heero: My migraine just got much, much worse. |
|
|
|
| Duo: Well MAYBE THAT'S BECAUSE YOU JUST JUMPED 50 FLOORS DOWN WITHOUT OPENING THE %#@* PARACHUTE I GAVE YOU!!!! |
|
|
|
| Sally: My case study just got much more interesting... |
|
 |
|
| Zechs: I need a mobile suit to fight the Gundams. Otherwise I'm just another run-of-the-mill soldier no one will remember. |
|
 |
|
| Walker: I think I have just the ticket for you, Lt. |
|
|
|
| Zechs: Hmm. It looks like a Gundam... it feels like a Gundam... |
|
|
|
| Walker: It even smells like a Gundam. But it's not. |
|
|
|
| Zechs: What moron named it Tallgeese? |
|
|
|
| Walker: Probably some hippie. |
|
|
|
| Zechs: Sold. Now just...attach the head. Otherwise it's a worthless heap of junk. And it looks kinda morbid that way. |
|
|
|
| Walker: I worship the ground you walk on. Consider it done. |
|
 |
|
| Trowa: In the meantime, I'm going to attack an Alliance Base and run out of bullets. Because we all know that's a good battle plan. |
|
 |
|
| Wufei: I'm just going to stay by myself and NOT run out of bullets like a moron. |
|
 |
|
| Quatre: Hey, that looks like a Gundam... You mean there are more pilots than just ME?? |
|
|
|
| Trowa: No duh. |
|
|
|
| Quatre: WAI! |
|
|
|
| Trowa: *sweatdrop* |
|
 |
|
| Rashid: Be careful, he might be an alien ready to kill you. |
|
|
|
| Quatre: Oh no, he's just like me! |
|
|
|
| Trowa: Well hell, just consider this my surrender. |
|
|
|
| Quatre: YAY, let's be friends! |
|
|
|
| Trowa: ... |
|
Return to the humor page...
Return to the main GW page...