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"But Hilde...!"
"No buts!! I can't believe you did that!" Hilde Maxwell threw
her arms up in exasperation. "You know I love you, Duo, but sometimes
I swear that only reason that your hair grows so fast is because it's
feeding on your brain!"
Duo looked a little more shamefaced and cuddled his paper-
wrapped parcel as if it were his only friend in the cosmos. "They
deserved it for being so mean," he muttered.
"Duo..."
"They didn't have to say that it was one step above smut and
*then* apologize to the smut industry for that remark! That was
just... heartless."
"Duo... why? OK, so the critics didn't like the movie. You
didn't like the movie. I didn't like the movie. Heero's still not
speaking to any of us. The only reason Trowa didn't slit his writs
was because he'd already lobbed his knife at you. Quatre was having
dry heaves by the halfway point. Wufei has vanished from the map and
Sally's making sure than none of the Preventers are allowed to talk
about anything that goes on inside of HQ to prevent this from
happening to them. The only positive thing to come out of this
experience was the fact that Matthew has learned to forgive people
for being idiots. NOT ONE OF US LIKED THE MOVIE!!!" Hilde might have
paused because people on the street were starting to stare. Needing
to inhale was a more plausable explanation. "So why, oh love of mine,
did the reviews tick you off to the point where you thought sending
low-grade explosives to the movie critics was a good idea?"
Duo sighed and looked at the package that his wife had just
barely rescued from the delivery service. "Because it was OUR movie."
* * *
"Marissa Miopic for the In Your Face Entertainment Hour. I'm
standing here Allen Smithee, writer and director of the hit
movie 'Hearts of Gundanium.' Mr. Smithee, can you tell us what
happened here?"
"I've really no idea. I'm just thankful that I wasn't home when
everything blew sky-high!"
"Yes, that was a narrow escape. To what do you attribute your
good luck?"
"Well, I was at the studio, closing a deal that would enable me
to produce at least two sequels..."
The screen of the small televid was shattered by a well-aimed
remote seconds before a despairing scream rent the air of Preventer
Headquaters.
"INJUSTICE! Onna, I told you the timer needed an extra thirty
minutes on it!"
"Calm down, Wufei," Sally Po sighed, looking none too pleased
herself. "I'm sure we'll get another chance."
END
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Note: This is a
little add-on from "You Oughta Be In Pictures".