Chapter 8 - Donut Chronicles: 8
Submitted June 19, 2005 Updated June 21, 2005 Status Incomplete | Pure humor written by my older sister and me back in 2003 or something. Light hints of shounen ai. Heero needs his donuts and coffee. But what happens when he can't get them?
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Chapter 8 - Donut Chronicles: 8
Chapter 8 - Donut Chronicles: 8
It was now lunchtime, and the pilots decided to go out.
“So where do we want to go?” questioned Duo.
“Anyplace that is not weak,” muttered Wufei.
“As long as they don’t have too much spicy foods,” added Quatre, “I hate spicy foods!”
“Hn,” said Heero.
Duo translated, “Heero suggests McDonalds! That’s where we’re go!”
So to McDonalds, they went, piling into Quatre’s limo. There was a bit of confusion
when they got there; there was no way that the limo could go through the drive-through.
It just COULDN’T make the turns.
”Looks like we go in,” stated Trowa.
After a bit of trouble on parking the limo, the gang finally managed to get inside the
McDonalds.
“So what do you guys want?” asked Quatre, getting ready to order for all of them.
Duo said, “Two cheeseburgers, hold the onions, of course.” And then he promptly burst
out laughing at the thought of the people ACTAULLY holding the onions.
“Whatever,” said Wufei, “I’ll have………tofu!”
”They don’t sell it here, stupid,” replied Duo.
“Fine, fine,” grumbled Wufei, “I’ll have a salad. Tofu salad, no less.”
”Dude! They don’t sell tofu here! It’s too HEALTHY for a fast food restaurant! They’d
have to deep-fat fry it several times over to get the desired results!”
”Fine!” said Wufei loudly, “I’ll have a GARDEN SALAD, hold the dressing!!!”
And Duo burst out laughing again, this time imagining the people actually ‘holding’ the
dressing, minus the packaging.
Quatre, already knowing what he wanted, asked Trowa what he wanted.
“Ummm,” said Trowa, “I’ll have………a diet pepsi.”
”That’s it?”
”Yup.”
Quatre shook his head, and turned to Heero.
“Hn.”
”Heero wants a donut. And coffee.”
“Well, they have coffee here,” said Quatre, “But I’m not sure about the donuts………”
”Hn.”
”Heero wants a donut or omae o koruso!”
They were drawing quite the crowd now.
“Hmmph!” said an old lady in blue to her husband, “Kids these days!”
The line behind them grew and grew. Finally, Quatre went up and ordered. “I’d like 3
cheeseburgers, hold the onions,-“ (Here Duo started giggling madly) “-and a sprite, a
coke, a water, a diet pepsi, a coffee, a garden salad --no dressing please-- and a donut.”
”Dude!” said the cashier, who just happened to be the same person who worked at
Starbucks. Quatre groaned. “Like, we don’t, like, ya know, sell, like, donuts, like,
HERE.”
Quatre sighed. He did NOT want to go through having Heero have donut withdrawal. He
got an idea, and pull a 100 dollar bill out of his pocket (just some change) and said to the
girl, “Get us a chocolate frosted donut, and this is all yours.”
”So that’s the way it is,” she said, in her haste to get a donut, she ACTUALLY didn’t say
‘like’ even once. She ran across the street to the nearby Dunkin Donuts, got a chocolate
frosted donut, and ran back. “Here you, like, go.” A pause.
“Would you, like, want, like, fries with, like that?”
“No thanks,” said Quatre.
Within a few minutes, everyone was sitting down and happily eating their food (if you
could call that pile of grease ‘food’).
“And then she said, ‘cheeseball!’ “ Duo finished the joke he was telling with a flourish
and everyone blinked. Once. Twice.
And then, out of all the people, Wufei started laughing, until the drink he was drinking
failed to go down properly and he sprayed it over the poor patrons at McDonalds.
Needless to say, they never went back.
“So where do we want to go?” questioned Duo.
“Anyplace that is not weak,” muttered Wufei.
“As long as they don’t have too much spicy foods,” added Quatre, “I hate spicy foods!”
“Hn,” said Heero.
Duo translated, “Heero suggests McDonalds! That’s where we’re go!”
So to McDonalds, they went, piling into Quatre’s limo. There was a bit of confusion
when they got there; there was no way that the limo could go through the drive-through.
It just COULDN’T make the turns.
”Looks like we go in,” stated Trowa.
After a bit of trouble on parking the limo, the gang finally managed to get inside the
McDonalds.
“So what do you guys want?” asked Quatre, getting ready to order for all of them.
Duo said, “Two cheeseburgers, hold the onions, of course.” And then he promptly burst
out laughing at the thought of the people ACTAULLY holding the onions.
“Whatever,” said Wufei, “I’ll have………tofu!”
”They don’t sell it here, stupid,” replied Duo.
“Fine, fine,” grumbled Wufei, “I’ll have a salad. Tofu salad, no less.”
”Dude! They don’t sell tofu here! It’s too HEALTHY for a fast food restaurant! They’d
have to deep-fat fry it several times over to get the desired results!”
”Fine!” said Wufei loudly, “I’ll have a GARDEN SALAD, hold the dressing!!!”
And Duo burst out laughing again, this time imagining the people actually ‘holding’ the
dressing, minus the packaging.
Quatre, already knowing what he wanted, asked Trowa what he wanted.
“Ummm,” said Trowa, “I’ll have………a diet pepsi.”
”That’s it?”
”Yup.”
Quatre shook his head, and turned to Heero.
“Hn.”
”Heero wants a donut. And coffee.”
“Well, they have coffee here,” said Quatre, “But I’m not sure about the donuts………”
”Hn.”
”Heero wants a donut or omae o koruso!”
They were drawing quite the crowd now.
“Hmmph!” said an old lady in blue to her husband, “Kids these days!”
The line behind them grew and grew. Finally, Quatre went up and ordered. “I’d like 3
cheeseburgers, hold the onions,-“ (Here Duo started giggling madly) “-and a sprite, a
coke, a water, a diet pepsi, a coffee, a garden salad --no dressing please-- and a donut.”
”Dude!” said the cashier, who just happened to be the same person who worked at
Starbucks. Quatre groaned. “Like, we don’t, like, ya know, sell, like, donuts, like,
HERE.”
Quatre sighed. He did NOT want to go through having Heero have donut withdrawal. He
got an idea, and pull a 100 dollar bill out of his pocket (just some change) and said to the
girl, “Get us a chocolate frosted donut, and this is all yours.”
”So that’s the way it is,” she said, in her haste to get a donut, she ACTUALLY didn’t say
‘like’ even once. She ran across the street to the nearby Dunkin Donuts, got a chocolate
frosted donut, and ran back. “Here you, like, go.” A pause.
“Would you, like, want, like, fries with, like that?”
“No thanks,” said Quatre.
Within a few minutes, everyone was sitting down and happily eating their food (if you
could call that pile of grease ‘food’).
“And then she said, ‘cheeseball!’ “ Duo finished the joke he was telling with a flourish
and everyone blinked. Once. Twice.
And then, out of all the people, Wufei started laughing, until the drink he was drinking
failed to go down properly and he sprayed it over the poor patrons at McDonalds.
Needless to say, they never went back.
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