[Fan Fiction] make up a big o scene!

This is what happens when you have two writers with twisted imaginations in one bed -

"Someone here to see you, Master Roger," Norman announced.

"Who?" Roger asked as he turned a page of the paper.

"The woman you refer to as 'Angel', sir."

Roger put the paper down and began straightening his clothes. "Well, send her in, Norman. Don't keep her waiting."

Norman nodded curtly, then left the room. A moment later, Angel enters, cigarette in hand.

"Well, Mr. Negotiator," Angel commented. "You certainly make a woman feel welcomed."

Roger got up, offering her a seat on the couch. "A beautiful woman is always welcomed in my house," he reminded her. He turned up his smirk another two degrees. "So, what service can I perform on - I mean, for you?"

"Always eager to help a lady," Angel remarked, taking a puff on the cigarette, her lips making a perfect O around the filter. "Even if you have to sweat a bit. I've liked that about you, Roger Smith."

Roger sat down across from her. "One of my many assets."

Angel crossed her long legs. "Yes, I'm sure - "

A door slammed, causing both to look up. Dorothy stood next to the piano, a white wedding gown draped about her body and a sheer veil softly covering her face. In one hand was a ridiculously decorated bouquet of white roses.

"Dorothy!" Roger began.

"Roger, we're going to be late to our rehearsal," Dorothy interrupted. "You haven't changed into your tuxedo yet."

"Wha-Who-Huh?" Roger stammered.

"We need this rehersal, Roger," she went on in her clinically precise tones. "We can't have you getting nervous and wetting yourself at the actual ceremony, can we?"

"WE ARE NOT GETTING MARRIED!!" he yelled, trying to be imposing.

Dorothy looked up at him wistfully. "How can you say that - after we exchanged underwear and everything?"

He looked over at Angel, a sweatdrop forming. He smiled nervously. "I have no idea what she's talking about."

"Of course," Dorothy continued, "You don't wear mine as often as I wear yours ... but I can't resist the feel of the silk. Although the lace is a bit itchy on my -"

"WILL YOU SHUT UP?!" he yelled at her again. "Honestly, Angel, I - "

But Angel was gone.

"Angel?" he called, getting up.

"Strange," Dorothy commented. "It seems the conversation made her uncomfortable. Perhaps because she has the morals of an alley cat -"

"THAT'S IT!" he exclaimed, getting to his feet. "You, R. Dorothy Wayneright, have interferred in my quest to Get Some for the LAST TIME! Your jealousy was cute at first, and it did boost my ego - "

"Which needed it like Big O needs platform shoes."

"- but this is OVER THE LINE!" He stepped up to her, radiating menace. "So I am going to inflict upon you the most evil, most hideous, most inhuman torture that can ruin a woman's life!"

Dorothy raised an eyebrow an eighth of an inch. "What is that, Roger?"

"I REALLY *AM* GOING TO MARRY YOU!" He grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the elevator. "City Hall's still open - we can have a Registry Office ceremony in less than an hour!"

Dorothy remained expressionless. "Whatever you say, Roger." As they passed the kitchen, Norman poked his head out. Dorothy smiled sweetly and whispered, "I win. You owe me fifty."

Norman sighed. "Now I suppose I'll have to call her 'Mistress Dorothy' all the time now, not just when we're fixing Big O." He returned to his meal preparations. "Let's see ... for tonight, about six dozen oysters should be just perfect."

LOL! That was great! And I thought the Fitzgeralds were the only android-human couple, guess we have the Smith's now too!

I'll post my own story once my writier's block leaves and I have a funny subject of which to use. I'm considering Big O tapdancing, but where to obtain the hat, cane, and tuxedo inside the story is beyond me. Any ideas? I promise it won't suck!

Thanks, honey. ^_^ There may be a part two ... Roger's trip to the hospital during the honeymoon. Hee-hee-hee!!

Lessee. Norman could always make the hat and cane and tails for Big O. He strikes me as the type to pull a droll joke like that. "If you're blue and you don't know where to go to, why don't you go where fashion sticks - puttin' on the ritz!"

That's good, Lady Tesser, nice and vauge to leave it up to the imagination. But if Norman dresses Big O up in a tux wouldn't Dorothy need a Megadeus also? And here's another question, would Roger even need to dress up in a tuxedo or couldn't he just wear his regular suit. I'm still working on Big O vs G Gundam. Damn school...here's a funny exerpt though...

Domon Kashu, Gundam Fighter and King of Hearts, and Rein are still in their little....hover-thingy, riding towards Paradigm City.
Rein: What are you planning to do when we reach Paradigm, Domon?
Domon: Same thing as usual. I'm gonna shout and yell and scream alot. Then I'll say some stupid junk about being a fighter and use my...ERUPTING!!! BURNGING!!! FINGER!!! (during this time Domon forces his hand forwards, miming the technique)
Rein: Domon!!! Look out for the cow!
Domon: Hu?
Cow: Moooooo. Mooooooooo. Moo-What the hell!!!
SPLAT!
Rein: (Turning a pale green) That's more of a cow than I ever wanted to see...*erp* (covers mouth with hand and stickshead out of the window)
Domon turns on the winshield wipers, scrapping off the bits of cow. Rein continues retching out of the window.
Domon: I wonder if they'll throw some pointless crap about Keoji into this episode?
Rein: Urk! Urgh! Blech!

That's just a sample. Poor Roger's gotta try to explain 'the facts of life' to Dorothy. Curse the triple-plus platnium cable package.

haha....i hope that turns up well...

anyways.... thios one is uhhh... a bit long... its another serious one....tell me how you think of it... and i think i can say its connected to my first one....

The one who remembered....By: Schwarzwald (Tom B.)

"They were angry... they could forgive for what he did.......what he revealed... what he showed thousands and
though word of mouth..."disturbed" millions........I lived.... and have given these memories to my children...."

(it’s sundown and has shot of a man on his porch rocking back and forth.)

"I worked in the fields and my father went to town to sell our crop. When ever he went he heard more and more rumors of a small group trying to start a religious government. They seem to be influenced by that missing time period of paradigm. They believed in the power of god. My father said that this has been tried to be accomplished a few other times by others, but this time it seemed to be catching on with many.

The leader's identity was unknown.... yet the mask he wore was known all over the world. All attempts to capture him failed. Even when he was in public giving speeches...he always got away. The mask was a bit haunting. It was an average clown mask... but the black colored eyes had red stripes under them and a large black open mouth with an eerie frown.... almost awe and great fear at the same time....I always has a chill when I saw it.

I myself never believed in god... until that day. when I began to question my beliefs...

He had a radio station that for some reason was never stopped. I now know that he paid the government a large sum as a bribe. Personally, I suppose they've always been that way. Anyway, on that station he began to tell his prophecies and the prophecies from others that fit what he was claiming to do, even though he never clearly said what he was actually doing. He just said it did. He wasn’t lying in the end. So many of those predictions and scriptures all fit together. Only a few didn't, maybe 5 out of the 40 he many times explained. But those were prophecies that have already been claimed to happen.

There was one that had a huge affect on the world. The one about man wielding gods "sword." The global governments were becoming a lot stricter with their laws. Even past some new ones on they’re own. They sent undercover agents to pose as homeless or whom ever they chose them to be in order to get info on the suspects and to check for any weapons. It was as if they knew what was going to come. I am still not sure if they did, but they didn't know how serious it really was if they knew the truth.

My father became worried, that this man knew the event to come. Many more people began to join and the influence was becoming greater and greater to ones who still haven’t joined. The government has been taking out ally organizations that have been supporting him… Disney was the worst.

A few months went by and the subject eased off…..until…until they got hold of …..a megadues….gods weapon…. Not even the strongest of the military could take it down….they got 2 more….1 that flies and…and the one now known as big o….they were only models….there were many of each kind….

They wreaked havoc…for 13 days…until… they awakened the rest….

It was terror…as if god himself was trying to prevent them from finding something….thousands came from the sky, sea, and the ground. They terrorized the land around it and inside…. except.. except for the farm…. Did they know it existed?

When my father went to town he saw it all in rubble…and everyone couldn’t remember what had happened or those things that trampled the countryside and town. Only we knew…

God… or whomever controlled those beings… decided it was time to….. reset… the world due to some certain acts…. Although this time…. It left them still with civilization… they reset paradigm… but only paradigm… that man found something… something that could match god himself. “

Schwarzwald, “Thank you Mr. Rosewater. You have cleared up many questions for me”

Gordon Rosewater, “Its nice to have another human interested in their own past.
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......megatron is evil....

That was brilliant ... I bow to genius ...

Ah, it's nice to see a non-comedy Big O fic. Not that i don't like to laugh, it's just there aren't too many of them.

to The Big Omega: the over thingy is called a Corlander if u didn't know (maybe u were just being funny). I WANT TO SEE BIG O VS. BURNING GUNDAM! Since Big O always seems to win ir ur fics, I'm guessing the Erupting Burning Finger will go against any of the weapons of Big O. Ooh, those laser machine guns things in the arms! Maybe I'm wrong, probably am, but I can't wait to read it!

*begins though process for own fic*

Mwhahaha!! power!!! Thanks..

and to those who have already read it and ONLY...

spoiler (highlight to read):

oh...ehm...and i hope you understood my ending......i mean...clearly....i mean....nicely.....ehm....i did that on purpose...not a misake....ehm....what goes around camoes AROUND...as in circle...circle of life.....if you understand my meaning...

Part II - That night, after the sudden wedding of Roger and Dorothy ...

Roger Smith leaned against the window of his bedroom, staring outside and yet not looking at anything.

It was on their way home from the Registry Office that he realized what happened.

He did indeed marry her. In her percise handwriting, she had signed the papers as Mrs. Dorothy Smith, then looked up at him and said 'Now you have to keep me.'

Yes, it was the most evil, most hideous, most inhuman torture he could do to her - make her his wife and make her put up with him the rest of his life. Norman had the patience of a saint to put up with his antics - Dorothy used every opportunity to insult him. She often went into long discourses about his odious personal habits when she got bored.

What could he offer her, anyway? It was nothing like his Uncle Nick and Aunt Nora, the people who adopted him. Well, maybe it was more like their marriage than he thought. After all, Nick and Nora barbed each other often ...

"Oh, geez," he said aloud. "I'm recreating my foster parents' marriage."

His breath fogged the glass and he turned his head to look into the room, seeing Dorothy sleeping soundlessly on his bed ... their bed ... still in her wedding gown. He wasn't even sure where she picked it up, maybe she had a spare in her dress-up trunk or something. And it wasn't even damaged ... considering ...

Strange ... he hadn't ever considered how she slept. He had assumed that she didn't sleep, being an android. But there she was, undeniably sleeping. Looked good on her, too.

The fact remained ... he married her, she took his name, and they were now husband and wife.

And considering the Fitzgeralds ... there's a possibility that it could work out.

Roger smiled, feeling a sense of relief, elation, and peace for the first time in his life. He crawled back into bed and kissed her forehead. "Love you, Dora-girl."

She smiled in her sleep. "Love you, my husband."

Roger stared for a moment in shock. The simple statement held none of her precise, mechanical, emotionless tone. Instead, the voice had been full and warm and affectionate.

Roger's face began to hurt from excessive smiling.

* * *

"You have to release the hostages," Roger called, adjusting his sunglasses.

"Like I would!" the terrorist cried. "URK!"

The hostages watched in amazement as a young redheaded woman trussed up the unconscious terrorist. She stood up and calmly turned to the hostages as Roger strode into the room.

"The terrorist has been taken care of," she stated.

"Th-thank-you," one of the hostages said. He turned to Roger. "Mr. Smith, who's your partner? We weren't aware - "

Roger smirked, taking his sunglasses off. "She's my wife. And if I leave her at home while I work she kicks me out of bed."

Several of the men in the hostage group nodded, knowing how wives can be if they don't get their way.

"That's not true, Roger-dear," Dorothy stated. "If you went to work without me I would lock the bedroom door and make you sleep in the bathtub."

Roger sighed, then grinned. Being married wasn't what he expected, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

Wow, Lady Tesser, I thought you'd just been joking about post-marriage Roger and Dorothy. Very good, I give it two thumbs and two big toes up! You should write a fanfic about Roger and Dorothy being married, it'd be really funny and sweet. Sounds like the perfect thing for you!

That rocked LT! It was less of a comedy but still had the greatness of a, er, great story! Uncle Nick and Aunt Nora, right, and Roger-dear? That's just freaky. Dorothy calling anyone 'dear'. *shudder* That's like Big O going on a date with Dorothy 1.
Darn. if the power regulator cuiruits hadn't been knocked out, I could have made a fic from that..

Thanks, Big Omega (and NVWC2006, didn't see you there at first). ^_^ I kinda figure there's hardly any adventures about married people (except the Charles' from 'The Thin Man' and Lois and Clark from 'Superman'), so there had to be some somewhere (besides, several of my novels have married people having adventures).

Anime has to be an exception because a lot (not all, mind you) of anime series end with a wedding. Marriage means you have to act grown-up. (From experience, that's not the case.)

I might take you up on writing a Mr. and Mrs. Smith fanfic, it intrigues me.

(Yes, Nick and Nora Charles from the 'Thin Man' movies - William Powell and Myrna Loy were the best - often imitated, never duplicated!)

I'm sure that you can do that admirably, Lady Tesser. Sad to say guys, I've nailed writer's block on the Big O vs G Gundam story: enjoy what I've come up with so far though...

Roger Smith vs Domon Kashu

Setting: a strange room with no light

Suddenly, a small spotlight lights an area, a man with an eye patch and wearing a horribly tacky suit is sitting on a stool
Announcer: Welcome, Gundam Fight fans, to another exciting match. Today we will see Domon Kashu square off against the fighter of Paradigm City, Roger Smith. Who, in fact, doesn’t even participate in the Gundam Fight. He doesn’t even use a Gundam, he pilots a Megadeus. Today you will see love, action, and some pointless crap about Keoji that we threw in just to confuse you! Gundam Fight (pulls off the suit jacket and eye patch) ready-!
Machine gun shots echo through the room. The announcer looks down at his chest and sees a bloody hole. He falls over, dead. A figure walks into the light. It’s Norman with his trusty heavy machine gun.
Norman: I apologize, but there is only enough room for one man wearing an eye patch. Anyway, dear viewer, today you will see Master Roger face yet another foe. I do hope that he gives this Domon Kashu fellow a good thrashing! Big O! Action!
The title is displayed:
Roger Smith vs Domon Kashu: Domon gets his ass kicked

Meanwhile

In his mansion, millionaire negotiator and playboy-wannabe, Roger Smith is sitting across from resident android R. Dorothy Wayneright. Roger narrows his eyes; western showdown music begins to play. Somehow, a non-existent wind blows tumbleweed across the room and out of the window. The view shifts to Roger’s eyes and then Dorothy’s, repeating again and again, getting faster each time. Suddenly the music stops and the view returns to normal.
Dorothy: So, Roger, are you going to answer my question?
Roger: …ok…
Dorothy: Good. So, what is it about the act of removing their outer garments and then moving up and down on top of each other that humans derive so much pleasure from?
Roger sighs and remembers how Dorothy had gotten the idea to ask such a question…

Flashback

It had been Dorothy’s time of the month. Time to be serviced that is (you know, get a tune-up make sure all her systems were working correctly). So afterwards, as usual, she was indulging in a night of ice cream and movies. She had just finished with ‘Godzilla vs Gargantua’ and was halfway through her second bowl of mint-chocolate chip. So, while the tape was rewinding Dorothy went channel surfing, and unfortunately she flipped by the sex channel.

Flashback end

Roger curses himself for ordering that triple plus Platinum cable package.
Roger: Well Dorothy…you see…it’s kind of like…

Meanwhile

Gundam Fighter and King of Hearts, Domon Kashu, and his assistant, Rein, are making camp several miles away.
Domon: So, Rein, who haven’t I horrendously shamed with my Burning Gundam?
Rein: Let’s see here…you got Neo-Jamaica’s Reggae Gundam, Neo-Italy’s Pasta Gundam, Neo-Cuba’s Cigar Gundam, Neo-Ireland’s Leprechaun Gundam, Neo-Israel’s Yakima Gundam, Neo-Vatican City’s Pope Gundam, Neo-Poland’s Kielbasa Gundam, and Neo-Scotland’s Soccer Hooligan Gundam…
Domon: Damn! Did I destroy every ethnically stereotypical Gundam out there?
Rein: hmmmm…it seems as though there is a man who pilots a giant robot no far from here…but he isn’t part of the Gundam fight. *sigh*
Domon: It doesn’t matter! This hand of mine is burning red! Its loud roar tells me to kick ass!
Rein: *groan* Here we go again. Why doesn’t he ever listen to me?
Domon and Rein hop into their weird…hover-thingy and ride off.

Meanwhile

Roger: …so that’s it. That’s all, Dorothy!
Dorothy: You haven’t answered my question, Roger. You just spent that entire meanwhile scene saying: ‘um…well…you see Dorothy…it’s kind of like…’ Should I continue?
Roger: Dammit! Where’s Norman when I need him?
Dorothy: He went off to go kill the announcer from G Gundam. You do remember that we’re doing a crossover with them, right?
Roger: If that’s true then when is that Domon Kashu idiot going to show up?
Author: After you answer Dorothy’s question.
Roger: Who’s that?
Dorothy: That’s the author, Roger.
Roger: Damn, you too?
Author: Of course! I’m writing this after all! Now answer the question, everyone wants to be able to laugh at the awkwardness of the situation. If you don’t then I’ll make sure that you get your ass kicked by Domon!
Roger: Alright…alright. But could you do another meanwhile scene while I think of what to say?
Author: Okay, but you better be ready by the time I get back. Or else…
Roger: *eep! * Okay I’ll get to work right away! (gets out paper and a pencil and starts scribbling)

Meanwhile

Domon Kashu and Rein are still in their little…hover-thingy, riding towards Paradigm City.
Rein: What are you planning to do when we reach Paradigm, Domon?
Domon: Same thing as usual. I'm gonna shout and yell and scream a lot. Then I'll say some stupid junk about being a fighter and use my...ERUPTING!!! BURNGING!!! FINGER!!! (during this time Domon forces his hand forwards, miming the technique)
Rein: Domon!!! Look out for the cow!
Domon: Hu?
Cow: Moooooo. Mooooooooo. Moo-What the hell!!!
SPLAT!
Rein: (Turning a pale green) That's more of a cow than I ever wanted to see...*erp* (covers mouth with hand and sticks head out of the window)
Domon turns on the windshield wipers, scrapping off the bits of cow. Rein continues retching out of the window.
Domon: I wonder if they'll throw some pointless crap about Keoji into this episode?
Rein: Urk! Urgh! Blech!

BWA-HA-HA-HA!!! That was hilarious!! (Sounds like Kryten telling Lister the same activity sounds boring 'I prefer partnership whist' - from Red Dwarf.)

Is the prospect of explaining 'it' to Dorothy holding it up? Sounds like you got a great line going into the fight (Finger Boy is ignored by Roger who is hiding from Dorothy, etc).

Loved the bit with Norman.

if i may cut in while i wait for the rpg thread to continue....

That voice on teh origonal justice leage that sounding weird and always naratored: back...at the hall.....of roger smith...and friends....

Roger:...ok...dorothy.....well....its....its art....YEA THAT IT art....modern art....ya know...like taht all black painting that became famos...its like that...
Dorothy: i still dont understand.
roger: Its....what do you feel when you play the piano?
Dorothy: It deoends on what i am playing.
Roger: what about when you coastantly wake me up.
Dorothy: Oh i feel what is known to be pleasure.
Roger:....yeah...well...its like...hugging....happy....nice to make contact....its a love handshake...not as extreme ...like....that..
Dorothy: oh......why do people always talk about it on that horrible music channel.
Roger: dont push it dorothy..

Meanwhile
in thier hoverthing
Domon: how....how do we.....get in the domes....
Rein:...i...hu....i dont know......
Domon: oh wait theres a booth..
(fly up to booth)

Boothmen: Its 4.50 to enter...
Domon: what? we have to pay to enter?!?! thats not fair.
bothmen: hey these domes need constant care!! we cant just hire a bunch of single old guys to repair them!
Domon: well im not paying..
(long silence)
Rein:..OH COME ON!!! I ALWAYS PAY!!!
Domon: i only have twentys
Rein: gah...fine......but i get to smash up your gundams legs after the battle..
Domon: DEAL!! TO TAKE BACKIES!! DEAL SEALIES!!! PINKY SHAKE!!
Rein:....right.....well...here....


hey how about that omega?

quote:

Originally posted by The Big Omega I'm sure that you can do that admirably, Lady Tesser. Sad to say guys, I've nailed writer's block on the Big O vs G Gundam story: enjoy what I've come up with so far though... ... --- ... Rein: Let’s see here…you got Neo-Jamaica’s Reggae Gundam, Neo-Italy’s Pasta Gundam, Neo-Cuba’s Cigar Gundam, Neo-Ireland’s Leprechaun Gundam, Neo-Israel’s Yakima Gundam, Neo-Vatican City’s Pope Gundam, Neo-Poland’s Kielbasa Gundam, and Neo-Scotland’s Soccer Hooligan Gundam… Domon: Damn! Did I destroy every ethnically stereotypical Gundam out there?

Ah, darn, writiers block? Yeah, it sucks, I know.

FYI: It's not Yakima, it's yamulka. Skull-cap and kepa (sp?) are also acceptable.
Unless that was meant to be funny. Then, uh. Haha! Funny!

*fires off throwing Stars of David attack*

BTW everyone, I've started working on my fic as well. it seems too long to post in here though, and i can't figure out how to make it more comdy like. Oh well. It's a record 74.8 degrees in Paradigm City! The rich, who have the money for central air, er, buy it, but it's so exspensive, will Roger had to resort to tapdancing with megadeuses to keep up paying the electric bill?!

Thanks Schwarz, I think you may have just helped shatter that damn writer's block. I think I'll try that toll thing, that'll be funny!

well...iv submited my last fanfic to shreder..hope he thinks its worthy of his fanfics....

anyways...anyways..anyone have any ideas for a fan fic?..humorous i mena....when people suggest serious ones...well....they never really work out....

and please on beck vs lupin...i gave up on that one a long timeago...

Roger Smith vs Domon Kashu

Setting: a strange room with no light

Suddenly, a small spotlight lights an area, a man with an eye patch and wearing a horribly tacky suit is sitting on a stool
Announcer: Welcome, Gundam Fight fans, to another exciting match. Today we will see Domon Kashu square off against the fighter of Paradigm City, Roger Smith. Who, in fact, doesn’t even participate in the Gundam Fight. He doesn’t even use a Gundam, he pilots a Megadeus. Today you will see love, action, and some pointless crap about Keoji that we threw in just to confuse you! Gundam Fight (pulls off the suit jacket and eye patch) ready-!
Machine gun shots echo through the room. The announcer looks down at his chest and sees a bloody hole. He falls over, dead. A figure walks into the light. It’s Norman with his trusty heavy machine gun.
Norman: I apologize, but there is only enough room for one man wearing an eye patch. Anyway, dear viewer, today you will see Master Roger face yet another foe. I do hope that he gives this Domon Kashu fellow a good thrashing! Big O! Action!
The title is displayed:
Roger Smith vs Domon Kashu: Domon gets his ass kicked

Meanwhile

In his mansion, millionaire negotiator and playboy-wannabe, Roger Smith is sitting across from resident android R. Dorothy Wayneright. Roger narrows his eyes; western showdown music begins to play. Somehow, a non-existent wind blows tumbleweed across the room and out of the window. The view shifts to Roger’s eyes and then Dorothy’s, repeating again and again, getting faster each time. Suddenly the music stops and the view returns to normal.
Dorothy: So, Roger, are you going to answer my question?
Roger: …ok…
Dorothy: Good. So, what is it about the act of removing their outer garments and then moving up and down on top of each other that humans derive so much pleasure from?
Roger sighs and remembers how Dorothy had gotten the idea to ask such a question…

Flashback

It had been Dorothy’s time of the month. Time to be serviced that is (you know, get a tune-up make sure all her systems were working correctly). So afterwards, as usual, she was indulging in a night of ice cream and movies. She had just finished with ‘Godzilla vs Gargantua’ and was halfway through her second bowl of mint-chocolate chip. So, while the tape was rewinding Dorothy went channel surfing, and unfortunately she flipped by the sex channel.

Flashback end

Roger curses himself for ordering that triple plus Platinum cable package.
Roger: Well Dorothy…you see…it’s kind of like…

Meanwhile

Gundam Fighter and King of Hearts, Domon Kashu, and his assistant, Rein, are making camp several miles away.
Domon: So, Rein, who haven’t I horrendously shamed with my Burning Gundam?
Rein: Let’s see here…you got Neo-Jamaica’s Reggae Gundam, Neo-Italy’s Pasta Gundam, Neo-Cuba’s Cigar Gundam, Neo-Ireland’s Leprechaun Gundam, Neo-Israel’s Yaikahma Gundam, Neo-Vatican City’s Pope Gundam, Neo-Poland’s Kielbasa Gundam, and Neo-Scotland’s Soccer Hooligan Gundam…
Domon: Damn! Did I destroy every ethnically stereotypical Gundam out there?
Rein: hmmmm…it seems as though there is a man who pilots a giant robot no far from here…but he isn’t part of the Gundam fight. *sigh*
Domon: It doesn’t matter! This hand of mine is burning red! Its loud roar tells me to kick ass!
Rein: *groan* Here we go again. Why doesn’t he ever listen to me?
Domon and Rein hop into their weird…hover-thingy and ride off.

Meanwhile

Roger: …so that’s it. That’s all, Dorothy!
Dorothy: You haven’t answered my question, Roger. You just spent that entire meanwhile scene saying: ‘um…well…you see Dorothy…it’s kind of like…’ Should I continue?
Roger: Dammit! Where’s Norman when I need him?
Dorothy: He went off to go kill the announcer from G Gundam. You do remember that we’re doing a crossover with them, right?
Roger: If that’s true then when is that Domon Kashu idiot going to show up?
Author: After you answer Dorothy’s question.
Roger: Who’s that?
Dorothy: That’s the author, Roger.
Roger: Damn, you too?
Author: Of course! I’m writing this after all! Now answer the question, everyone wants to be able to laugh at the awkwardness of the situation. If you don’t then I’ll make sure that you get your ass kicked by Domon!
Roger: Alright…alright. But could you do another meanwhile scene while I think of what to say?
Author: Okay, but you better be ready by the time I get back. Or else…
Roger: *eep! * Okay I’ll get to work right away! (gets out paper and a pencil and starts scribbling)

Meanwhile

Domon Kashu and Rein are still in their little…hover-thingy, riding towards Paradigm City.
Rein: What are you planning to do when we reach Paradigm, Domon?
Domon: Same thing as usual. I'm gonna shout and yell and scream a lot. Then I'll say some stupid junk about being a fighter and use my...ERUPTING!!! BURNGING!!! FINGER!!! (during this time Domon forces his hand forwards, miming the technique)
Rein: Domon!!! Look out for the cow!
Domon: Hu?
Cow: Moooooo. Mooooooooo. Moo-What the hell!!!
SPLAT!
Rein: (Turning a pale green) That's more of a cow than I ever wanted to see...*erp* (covers mouth with hand and sticks head out of the window)
Domon turns on the windshield wipers, scrapping off the bits of cow. Rein continues retching out of the window.
Domon: I wonder if they'll throw some pointless crap about Keoji into this episode?
Rein: Urk! Urgh! Blech!

Meanwhile

Back at Roger’s mansion…
Dorothy: Are you ready, Roger? You should be, the scene is back to us.
Roger: Yeah, yeah, I’m ready…
Author: No more excuses! Answer the question!
Roger: Okay, well…Dorothy…when two people love each other very much-
Dorothy: (interrupting Roger) That is an over-used line, do not stoop to that level.
Roger: ugh…okay…well it’s a very pleasurable act. Most people do it when they’re married and they usually keep it pretty private. But, some people don’t keep it private, as you can see. Damn this is hard to explain…
Dorothy: Is it like playing the piano? That brings pleasure to me, especially when I wake you up.
Roger: Uh…I guess if it brings you pleasure then yeah. I guess it’s kinda like playing the piano…
Dorothy: Okay…then why do they talk about it all the time on that horrid ‘MTV’ channel?
Roger: Don’t push it, Dorothy!

Meanwhile

Rein and Domon are stuck at a tollbooth.
Domon: Darn! Why does it always have to be exact change…can’t they ever give us change back?
Rein: Well if you’d only stop playing all those arcade games.
Domon: Hey! I use those to train my reactions!
Rein: Well train your reactions with something else!
Domon: You can’t throw the rocks fast or hard enough!
Rein: Well excuse me for not being some martial arts nut!
Tollbooth man: You two gonna keep arguin’ or are ya gonna gimme the cash?
Domon & Rein: (with evil anime heads) SHUT UP!!!! WE’RE TALKING HERE!!!!!!
Tollbooth man: Aieee!!! (Flees in terror)
Domon: I guess we can go through…
Domon and Rein drive their…hover-thingy onward.

Meanwhile

Dorothy and Roger are still staring across from each other at the table.
Dorothy: Do you engage in that act often, Roger?
Roger: (Begins sweating nervously) …I said don’t push it Dorothy. That’s not something that you should ask people about.
Dorothy: Why don’t you just answer the question, Roger?
Roger: ARGH!!! (Smashes head into the table)
A sweat drop forms on the back of Dorothy’s head.

Meanwhile

Domon and Rein have pulled up in front of Roger’s mansion in their …hover-thingy (that’s the name that of it).
Domon: Roger Smith! I, Domon Kashu, King of Hearts! Challenge you to a Gundam Fight match!
Rein: I don’t think that he can hear you, Domon.
Domon: Then I must scale this building!
Rein: Don’t you think it would be easier just to ring the doorbell?
Domon: Sure it would, but it wouldn’t be nearly as stupid or as dramatic!
Domon begins to climb up the side of Roger’s mansion. Rein walks up to the front door and rings the doorbell.

Meanwhile

The sound of the doorbell is liberating to Roger.
Roger: Finally something has interrupted this discussion!
Roger hastily begins rushing downstairs, with Dorothy following. Roger reaches the door and opens it, and rather beautiful woman greets him.
Roger: Hello, lady, I am Roger Smith. I have a rule here, only beautiful, young women may be allowed in without first stating their business.
Rein: Thank you, Roger Smith, but I’m here to tell you that Domon Kahsu, the Gundam Fighter of Neo-Japan, has come to challenge you.
Roger stands stunned, his best line having gotten him nothing.

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Meanwhile

Domon Kashu has finally reached the top of Roger’s mansion.
Domon: *huff puff huff puff* (Pulls self over the railing) Roger Smith! I, Domon Kashu, challenge you to a Gundam Fi-huh? Where is he?! Argh! Why do they always do this to me?! (Starts crying)
Domon leaps off of the roof of Roger’s house, and lands perfectly okay.
Author: Dammit! I need to try harder next time!
Domon: There you are Roger! I, Domon Kashu-
Author: Shut up already! We know what you’re doing! Just freaking do it!
Domon: Rise Burning Gundam! (Snaps his finger)
As Domon snaps his finger the ground underneath him buckles at out from it bursts the Burning Gundam. The Gundam holds Domon in its palm.
Almost immediately three kids who are walking down the street stop and stare at the Gundam. One is a tall black guy with a stereo, another is a tall white guy with brown hair, and the last is a somewhat shorter white guy with blonde hair.
Brown-haired guy: Okay get ready! All together now!
The black guy places down the stereo and turns it on.
Kids: Domo! Domo! Domo Arigatou Meester Robotto!
They are also performing the ‘robot’ during this.
Roger: Who the hell are those guys?
Author: They’re based on some friends of mine. I think it’s pretty funny!
Roger: Whatever. Big O! Showtime!
Big O rips through the ground of Paradigm. Roger runs and jumps into Big O’s outstretched hand. From there he quickly gets into the cockpit.
Roger: And Action!
Domon is meanwhile is in the cockpit of Burning Gundam. The mobile trace system descends on him like a wall of black spandex rubber. Domon howls in pain as it is pulled over his body.
Both of the robotic titans stand there, regarding each other momentarily. Then, with the force of a freight train, Big O’s massive arm collides into the chest of Burning Gundam, knocking it backwards into buildings.
Domon: Grrrr! I’ll show you!
Burning Gundam charges at Big O, knocking the Megadeus off balance and sending it careening into even more buildings. Big O rightens itself and the pistons on the back of its arms slam backwards, sucking in air.
Domon: Hu? What’s that?
Burning Gundam charges at Big O, just in time to be Big sucker punched and then Big pistoned right in the chest.

Meanwhile

Back to the girls
Dorothy: Yes, Roger! You can do it!
Rein: Be quiet! Come on Domon! Remember your training!
Dorothy: Domon stands no chance against Roger. Can’t you see that Big O has the upper hand?
With those words Big O proceeds to hurl Burning Gundam, now impaled by one of its hip chains, about four city blocks away.
Rein: Come on Domon! Get him!
Dorothy: Your encouragement seems to be having little to no effect.
Rein: Oh shut-up! (Slaps Dorothy)
Rein continues to slap Dorothy.
Dorothy: Author, what is going on? What is the point of this?
Author: It’s a slap fight, now let Rein have it!
Dorothy: …Okay. (Slaps Rein with so much force that she goes flying off into the distance, colliding with Burning Gundam.) I believe that I may have put too much force into that.

Okay, back to the real fight!

Roger so far has pretty much been treating the Burning Gundam like a Burning punching bag.
Domon: No way! I can’t let this happen! ARGH! HYPER-MODE! ACTIVATE!!!!!
And with those words the wings on the back of Burning Gundam open and a circular rainbow glitters around them.
Roger: You’re pathetic…*sigh*…oh well, time to end this…
Both of Big O’s pistons slam backwards, inhaling more air than before.
Domon: You really underestimate me! Don’t you!?
Roger: That is an understatement…
Domon: ARGH!!! I am a fighter, the only way I can express myself is through my fists! Now! ERUPTING!!! BURNING!!! FINGER!!!
Both of the Burning Gundam’s hands glow an angry red.
Domon: Time for you to lose!
Burning Gundam charges at Big O, determined to melt it into slag with its burning hands. As Burning Gundam forces it hands forward Big O does likewise with its fists. Both of Burning Gundam’s hands grab Big O’s fists as the pistons slam forward…
Domon: ARGH!!!! (Domon feels the pain of having his arms ripped off of as the Burning Gundam has its arms ripped off)
Domon: No…it can’t be! I’m a fighter! I express my soul the only way I know how, through my fists! I’m a warrior!
Roger: Damn you’re annoying, no wonder your show got such bad ratings!
Big O unleashes its Chromebuster, blasting the Burning Gundam apart. With that done, Big O begins to sink into the ground.

Later

Back at his mansion, Roger Smith is relaxing in his hot tub.
Roger: Ah…nothing better than relaxing after a good fight…
Dorothy walks up, wearing a black bathrobe.
Dorothy: Do you mind if I join you, Roger?
Roger: Not at all, Dorothy.
Dorothy removes the black bathrobe, revealing that she is wearing a rather revealing swimsuit.
Roger: (perks up an eyebrow)
Dorothy: You are a louse, Roger Smith.
Roger: You’re the one wearing it Dorothy…
Dorothy: Why do you have that look that you always get when you have an idea? What are you thinking about?
Roger: Oh, not much really…(Begins smiling)

Fade into black.
THE END

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