An Extreme Home Makeover: Gundam Wing Edition
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Day 5
Day Five
The hyper young man blazed through the chaos for the fifth time that minute, his voice ringing through the bullhorn like the trumpet heralding the end of the world.
gWEfVE ONLY GOT TWO DAYS LEFT, PEOPLE! MY SECRET PROJECT HAS BEEN DONE SINCE YESTERDAY! WHAT ARE YOU STANDING AROUND FOR? TIMEfS A-WASTING!h
Howard looked up from his workbench, removed the earplugs from his ears, and deftly tripped the low-flying menace that was Duo-Maxwell-with-a-bullhorn. gEasy, there, kid. Wefre ahead of schedule already. Donft go freaking out like that, youfll scare off the volunteers.h
Duo put the bullhorn between himself and the radical designer. gBUT WHY IS EVERYONE JUST standing around not doing anything?h he finished lamely, the bullhorn vanishing from his grasp.
Towering over him and holding the bullhorn neatly out of reach, Zechs glared down at the self-proclaimed project head. gItfs lunchtime, you twit.h Instead of his usual mask, the blond wore a fashionable welderfs mask, complete with earguards. In one hand he held the offending bullhorn. In the other, an arc welder. For one moment he clearly contemplated using one on the other, but that would just make Duo cry. Instead, he switched off the power to the welder, then took the bullhorn in both hands and twisted. The battery case popped open, spilling its cargo to the freshly-tilled landscaping. Zechs neatly snapped the case shut and handed the disemboweled bullhorn back to Duo. gI really suggest you get some help for your problem,h he grumbled. gJust take a few minutes and repeat to yourself eI am NOT Ty Pennington, I am Duo Maxwell, Gundam pilotf.h
gOh dear, not another one!h Relenafs mournful voice wailed from behind her brother. gMilliardo, I just got used to you having TWO names, now you think youfre Duo too?h
Zechs let out a sigh of long-suffering. gPrincess, no. Duo thinks hefs Ty Pennington.h
gWhofs Ty Pennington?h
The modified Zero-system within the welderfs mask flashed helpful suggestions to the flawed mortal relying upon its genius to deliver him from such situations:
[gTy Penningtonh = ADHD poster child with massive popular following.]
[gDuo Maxwellh = ADHD poster child with massive popular following.]
[gMilliardoh = (gZechsh (gDuo Maxwellh &/or gTy Penningtonh))]
[gRelenah = Princess } dingbat.]
While Zechs tried to sort out all this crap, Duo made a grab for the batteries and scampered off like a caffeinated chihuahua.
The hyper young man blazed through the chaos for the fifth time that minute, his voice ringing through the bullhorn like the trumpet heralding the end of the world.
gWEfVE ONLY GOT TWO DAYS LEFT, PEOPLE! MY SECRET PROJECT HAS BEEN DONE SINCE YESTERDAY! WHAT ARE YOU STANDING AROUND FOR? TIMEfS A-WASTING!h
Howard looked up from his workbench, removed the earplugs from his ears, and deftly tripped the low-flying menace that was Duo-Maxwell-with-a-bullhorn. gEasy, there, kid. Wefre ahead of schedule already. Donft go freaking out like that, youfll scare off the volunteers.h
Duo put the bullhorn between himself and the radical designer. gBUT WHY IS EVERYONE JUST standing around not doing anything?h he finished lamely, the bullhorn vanishing from his grasp.
Towering over him and holding the bullhorn neatly out of reach, Zechs glared down at the self-proclaimed project head. gItfs lunchtime, you twit.h Instead of his usual mask, the blond wore a fashionable welderfs mask, complete with earguards. In one hand he held the offending bullhorn. In the other, an arc welder. For one moment he clearly contemplated using one on the other, but that would just make Duo cry. Instead, he switched off the power to the welder, then took the bullhorn in both hands and twisted. The battery case popped open, spilling its cargo to the freshly-tilled landscaping. Zechs neatly snapped the case shut and handed the disemboweled bullhorn back to Duo. gI really suggest you get some help for your problem,h he grumbled. gJust take a few minutes and repeat to yourself eI am NOT Ty Pennington, I am Duo Maxwell, Gundam pilotf.h
gOh dear, not another one!h Relenafs mournful voice wailed from behind her brother. gMilliardo, I just got used to you having TWO names, now you think youfre Duo too?h
Zechs let out a sigh of long-suffering. gPrincess, no. Duo thinks hefs Ty Pennington.h
gWhofs Ty Pennington?h
The modified Zero-system within the welderfs mask flashed helpful suggestions to the flawed mortal relying upon its genius to deliver him from such situations:
[gTy Penningtonh = ADHD poster child with massive popular following.]
[gDuo Maxwellh = ADHD poster child with massive popular following.]
[gMilliardoh = (gZechsh (gDuo Maxwellh &/or gTy Penningtonh))]
[gRelenah = Princess } dingbat.]
While Zechs tried to sort out all this crap, Duo made a grab for the batteries and scampered off like a caffeinated chihuahua.