Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not the movies I watch, nor the swear X uses, nor the characters I play with...

Zero: ...Do you realize exactly how wrong that just sounded?

...Shut up. You know I didn't mean it that way!

Zero: Whatever you say, Fanatic. Whatever you say...

Be quiet, you jerk. And Happy New Year, to everybody else!

Zero: Happy New Year, indeed.

Killjoy...


Happy...?
By GundamWingFanatic90.
Date: 12-31-08.
Time: 15 minutes.


"Hey, X! Guess what?"

"What?"

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!!"

"ARGH! THAT WAS MY EAR, YOU SON OF A TURD BISCUIT!"

"Interesting swear. Now come on, you're missing the party!"

"Party? What party?"

"The New Year's party that I've been ranting about for almost three weeks, now!

"New Year's party that you've been ranting about for almost three weeks? Jeez, where've I been?"

"In the sewers and around the corner."

"Hey! That wasn't my fault!"

"You're right, it wasn't. It was your fault for coming back covered in shi-"

"Don't even get me started on that time you came home with dog crap on your boot, Zero!"

"Now that really wasn't my fault, and you know it!"

"Then don't even comment on the outcome of my missions!"

"Sigh... X, X, X, when will you ever learn?"

"...Okay, that was just creepy."

"Huh? How?"

"You totally sounded like Sigma for a second, there."

"..."

"...Don't ask."

"I'm guessing it's better not to know..."

"True."

"So, how about we go have some of that champagne?"

"Nah, it always goes up my nose. Sparkling grape juice sounds good, though. Or maybe some whiskey, if Axl brought it."

"Axl didn't bring any, this year."

"Aww..."

"I did."

"...Yes!"

"Huh? You say something?"

"No, of course not. Let's go to that party before you wet yourself."

"I'm driving!"

"No way! You drive worse than those drunks out on the roads!"

"Do not! And you're one to talk! You drive like a gimp!"

"I drive better than you, you maniac! Now get out of my way!"

"Humph... Hey, watch out for that zoomer!"

"...Yikes! That was a close one."

"...I think I'm gonna go throw up, now... Blargh..."

"Agh! Not on the side of the speeder, Zero! ...Eww..."

"Ugh... Okay, that's it! You're never driving me anywhere, again!"

"Suck it up and be a man!"

"Shut up! I'm more of a man than you are!"

"I'm not the one with the long, blond hair, Z."

"It's not blond! It's more of a golden color."

"My point stands."

"And what point would that be?"

"That you look like a flippin' transvestite!"

"Hey! I take offense to that!"

"Don't complain to me. Maybe you should consider getting your hair cut?"

"Gasp! How could you even suggest such a thing?! Iris loves my hair!"

"She loves to braid your hair, Zero."

"...So?"

"Sigh... Point still stands."

"...I still don't get it, but whatever."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...So, can you think of any movies to go see after the party? I'll pay, as long as you bring Alia along."

"Why only if I bring Alia?"

"'Cause I'm bringing Iris, and I know that if she doesn't have another woman to talk to she'll talk my audio receptors off."

"Okay."

"So? Any movies look good?"

"I have a few holovids back at my place that I've been meaning to watch."

"Such as?"

"Pathfinder, Doom, Indiana Jones, Soldier, Monty Python and the Holy Grail... Should I continue?"

"Indiana Jones sounds good."

"Indiana Jones it is, then."


FIN.


Recently I've been hyped up on Doom and Pathfinder.

Zero: Fanatic kind of has a thing for Karl Urban, you see...

Do not! Only my original characters do.

Zero: When you start talking in your sleep to the characters an actor plays, then you know you've got a problem.

Shut up...

Zero: But we still have to perform our ritual request for reviews.

Right. And sorry for the delay between chapters. I've been more than a little bit distracted, lately.

Zero: Yeah, college and other obsessions kind of tend to have that effect.

Quiet, you! It's not my fault that Karl Urban looks totally hot in a black jumpsuit with an assault rifle in his hands!

Zero: ...Okay. That was way too much information.

...Shut up.

-Fanatic