Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Special GW Edition of Whose Line is it Anyway? ❯ Party Quirks ( Chapter 4 )

"And now it's time for Party Quirks. Wufei will be the host. All of
the other contestants will find an envelope beside their chair which
describes someone or something that they act out at the party. Wufei
will have to try to guess what they're being." Trowa smirked at the
audience. "I'll buzz them in with my doorbell. Are you ready,
Wufei?"

"Yes, though a party without proper planning is an injustice both to
host and guest," Wufei placed his palms together and practiced
looking
inscrutable and wise.

"Um, yeah, moving on..." Trowa's one visible eye blinked as he was
caught off guard, then he pressed the doorbell.

DING-DONG.

Heero was the first to enter. White letters flashed on the screen,
unmercifully visible only to the audience, that read, "Finnish
Turkey."

"Gerbble, gerbble," Heero stepped onto the stage bobbing his head and
tucking his arms to be flapping wings.

Wufei blinked. "Welcome...would you like some...um, bird feed?"

"Gerbble gerbble?" Heero bobbed his head in an eager, interested way
and hurried over to the corner.

Wufei simply turned and watched, puzzled.

DING-DONG.

As Duo pantomimed ringing the doorbell, "Aquanaut on Jeopardy,"
appeared on the screen, and Duo started talking in a muffled voice as
if he were talking from inside a helmet. "It's so great to be here.
I can't wait to compete." As Wufei opened his mouth to speak, Duo
held up his hand. "Wait, I've got to check my air gauge. Okay, now
I'm ready. I'll choose Party Refreshments for 200, Alex."

Wufei decided not to speak, instead motioning toward the corner where
Heero was flapping around. Duo pantomimed swimming over.

"Gerbble, gerbble." Heero greeted with a bob of his head.

"You forgot to phrase that in the form of a question." Duo's muffled
voice said.

"I hope you can eat the goodies through your wet-suit, Jeopardy
contestant." Wufei commented with a smirk.

BUZZZZ. Duo grinned and bounced off the stage. "Very good, Wufei.
One down, two to go." Trowa pressed the doorbell again.

DING-DONG.

Quatre stepped up, "Fast food employee gone postal," flashed up, then
was gone.

"Hello, can I-"

"Oh, and you want fries with that?" Quatre growled, making a gun with
his fist and sticking it in Wufei's face.

"Uh, no...I was just going to offer you a soda." Wufei stammered,
visions of Zero-system Quatre flashing through his mind.

"Diet or regular, large, medium, or small, AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Quatre
went on a rampage, flinging things around and shooting them.

"Gerbble, gerbble?" Heero inquired as he bobbed and flapped his way
over to Wufei.

Wufei looked from the rampaging Quatre to the flapping Heero and
muttered, "Injustice, Nataku. My party is being destroyed by a
fast-food grunt gone crazy."

"Gerbble, gerbble?" Heero inquired.

BUZZZZZZ. "That's two. Now, what is Heero?" Trowa asked as Quatre
primly returned to his seat.

"Gerbble?" Heero flapped around some more.

"A demented turkey who thinks he's the swedish chef?"

"Not quite, but close enough." Trowa smirked. BUZZZZ.

Wufei paused as they headed back to their chairs. "What was he?"

Trowa merely smirked. "So close, but no cigar. No points for Wufei,
even points for Heero and Duo, and zero points for Quatre."

~END PART 4~

Teaser: World's Worst.