It was a quiet day in the world of the Gundams. The five Gundam pilots, Hilde, Relena, Dorothy, and Catherine were all putting on various Shakespeare plays.

Romeo and Juliet

Wufei: this is stupid. Why do I have to wear this jester outfit?

Director: just say the line Wufei.

Wufei: fine. :: Clears throat:: Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend. Act 1, Scene 1Verona. A public place.

Director: um... Wufei, you're only supposed to read your lines, not the things that are italicized.

Wufei: but Duo told me I had to memorize the _entire_ play!

Director: no, only your lines.

Wufei: somebody is gunna pay... I missed the much anticipated 'Mulan 2' to memorize this!!!!!!

Director: ::Sweat drop::

Next Scene:

Heero (Romeo) and Relena (Juliet) are supposed to look deep into each other’s eyes.

Director: okay, ACTION

Heero: angrily, DUO!!!!!!!

NEXT SCENE:

Trowa: Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine
lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you
shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the
eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher
by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your
ears ere it be out.

Quatre: I you for... er wait that’s not right....

Take two:

Trowa: Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine
lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you
shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the
eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher
by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your
ears ere it be out. Trowa draws his sword

Quatre: oh, God, not the swords, not the swords... (His fight with Dorothy is still fresh in his mind.... poor Quatre)

Take Three:

Trowa: Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine
lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you
shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the
eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher
by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your
ears ere it be out.

Quatre: I AM NOT A CAT!

Take Four:

Trowa: Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine
lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you
shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the
eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher
by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your
ears ere it be out.

Quatre: I you... er... no, that's not right.... Oh screw this, I'm going to Burger King.

THE END OF THE FIRST CHAPTER

NEXT TIME: Twelfth Night.

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