Treize: Well, that last fiasco was quite entertaining, but it's time to really get this show on the road.

	Lady Une: Do I get to wear a sexy little red number and do a dance and song?

	Treize: Little red numbers are not military approved.

	Lady Une: Never mind. So what's the plan, oh one of greatness?

	Treize: We're going to lie.

	Lady Une: Deception! Lies! Coercion! I love it.

	Treize: Let's say we're going to hold a big meeting of top OZ officials at the local conference center next Saturday. To lure the Gundams in.

	Lady Une: Next Saturday...let me check my day planner.

	Une: Uh sir, I think you've made a mistake. Next Saturday is the top Alliance official meeting with all those irritating pacifists.

	Treize: ...AND, point in one.

	Lady Une: Ooh.

	Treize: So the Gundams will murder ruin the peace talks and...

	Lady Une: BOOM. War breaks out. I LOVE IT.

	Treize: Something told me you might. So get those pretty pink leaflets out right away advertising our big Shriner's convention.

	Lady Une: Right-o, Your Excellency. I'll put a nice little picture of our OZ logo on the front with the IMPACT font saying "OZ officials meeting Saturday to discuss mass war and destruction". That should do it.

	Treize: Don't forget to contact a caterer. I want lots of punch and some of those nice little teacakes.

	Lady Une: I love those too. With little rosebuds in icing on top.

	Treize: Excellent.

	Heero: Hey, remember me?

	Duo: ...unfortunately. You're the bastard who stole my Gundam parts, aren't you?

	Heero: Yea yea, let's forget that for a moment. Have you seen these pretty pink leaflets about the OZ meeting?

	Duo: No. Are they hosting a carnival or something? I love the tilt-a-whirl.

	Heero: Nope, appears they want to start a war. We should go do something about that. Want to team up?

	Duo: Funny, I didn't have you marked for a team player.

	Heero: I'm not. It's part of my master plan to kill you in the end.

	Duo: Oh. ...okay, that's cool then. I'm in!

	Heero: Something told me you might be.

	Duo: Hey, just an afterthought, but...this wouldn't be a plot, would it?

	Heero: Nah, OZ NEVER thinks of twisted plots like these!

	Duo: Oh good, just making sure!

	Quatre: Oh friend Trowa!!

	Trowa: GAH, do I really look like someone's friend??

	Quatre: *beams* Look at this pretty pink leaflet!

	Trowa: ...it's...pink.

	Quatre: Yes, isn't it lovely? But the bad news is, OZ is planning this top-secret meeting and we need to go wreck it.

	Trowa: Is it a trap?

	Quatre: What?? OZ NEVER thinks of traps! We should go stop it, really.

	Trowa: Okay. I was looking for an excuse to run out of bullets again.

	Wufei: YOU'RE ALL A BUNCH OF LOSER MORONS TO BELIEVE OZ. I WILL MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE WORMS WHEN THIS IS OVER. BAWAHAHAHA.

	Marshall Noventa: OMG the Gundams are attacking our peace conference!! Why would they do this?

	Treize: Probably something to do with those little pink leaflets. Or else they're just MEAN like that.

	Marshall Noventa: What little pink leaflets?

	Treize: Uh, you should probably get on your doomed space shuttle and die escape.

	Marshall Noventa: ALL THE PEACE OFFICIALS ON THE DOOMED SPACESHIP!! HURRY UP!

	Treize: Well, this meeting is running just as planned.

	Lady Une: CHAOS is beginning.

	Treize: Yes, lovely isn't it? But oh, I forgot to mention...we need a scapegoat.

	Lady Une: How about that ugly man no one likes? General something-or-other.

	Treize: Perfect! If he gets shot, no one will care in the least.

	Treize: Oh General Septum, why don't you join Lady Une and myself on my private jet since the Gundams have arrived to wreck havoc? We wouldn't want you injured. Or dead. *cough*

	General Septem: BWAH, that sounds excellent, I can't believe these moron colonists sending Gundams to attack the Alliance! What nonsense! Who would want to attack a pompous guy like me?

	Treize: *cough* Yes well...

	General Septem: Nice jet, Mr. Kushrenada... Very spacious.

	Treize: Why don't you LOOK OUT THE WINDOW AT THE LOVELY VIEW???

	General Septem: Oh yea. Duh.

	Heero: TIME TO KILL OZ BASTARDS!! *slash maim destroy*

	Space Shuttle: *EXPLODE*

	General Septem: OMGWTF THAT GUNDAM JUST KILLED THE PACIFIST LEADERS!!!

	Lady Une: Say Hello to my wittle friend. Mr. COLT 45.

	General Septem: AHHHHHH IT'S A BIG PLOT I'M A SCAPEGOAT!!!!

	Lady Une: Now - BIG smile and read the nice teleprompter! No adding words, deleting words, or editing the script!

	General Septem: ULP. Uh... Hey you stupid Gundam pilots - how dare you attack the peace conference and ruin my career! We will pawn ru ass!

	Lady Une: That was great General! I really think you have a lucrative career in news broadcasting and anchoring! Except for one minor little thing.

	General Septem: What's that?

	Lady Une: Your sitting on the emergency exit.

	General Septem: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *falling out of the plane*

	Lady Une: We're all sure the fall would kill you, but just in case of some twisted piece of fate, I'm going to shoot you for good measure. *BAM*

	Treize: Too bad we had to shoot him. I thought he was a great news personality.

	Lady Une: Yea, but I didn't like his diction much. Pawn ru ass? What does that mean?

	Treize: Who cares? OZ has now taken over all the Alliance bases worldwide! My evil plan is working!! BWAHAHAHA.

	Wufei: Hey MORONS.

	Heero: Are you talking to me??

	Wufei: OH YEA. Guess what YOU just did?

	Heero: Destroyed a bunch of OZ terrorists?

	Wufei: You wish.

	Duo: Prevent the space program from reaching new heights?

	Wufei: WRONG! You all just fell right into the biggest OZ trap in history.

	Quatre: That's impossible, we all got these pretty pink leaflets.

	Wufei: And that should have told you SOMETHING.

	Heero: Uh...so...what just happened?

	Wufei: You just murdered all the Alliance peace officials. Check it out, it's on the news.

	Trowa: ...Channel 41 is fading out on my Gundam, guys. What's it saying?

	Duo: WTF?

	Heero: OH SHIT.

	Trowa: THAT sounds promising... *sweatdrop*

	Wufei: OZ USED YOU ALL. BWAH.

	Heero: NO WAY.

	Duo: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

	Quatre: *SOB* SAY IT ISN'T SO!

	Trowa: ...Does this mean we're now unemployed?

	Treize: THANK YA! You've been a marvelous group to work with! I look forward to our next production on Broadway!

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