Cid Highwind was walking down one of the heavily populated streets of our well-known Shibuya-cho when he looked over at a store window randomly and noticed something very peculiar.
"Jesus H. Christ on vodka gimlet with mako sauce, what the flying *&^% would I need that stupid *&^%@#$ thing for! God...uhm...wait...what the *&^# am I doing here?"
He looked around him and noticed people were starting to stare because he was mumbling to himself drunkenly and staring at a store that specialized in older guys cross-dressing as young girls.
No wonder people were staring. Cid glowered and stormed away from the scene, making sure to keep up a manly appearance and atmosphere about himself.
(Hah, damn weird old queers anyway.) He thought to himself as he walked away, and then he thought about the executives and other weirdos at Shin-Ra. More often than not, these 'executives' would have rather 'executive' interests. He laughed to himself as he walked along with his chest out and keeping up a compellingly masculine gait.
(Hoo boy...@#$%*&' homos...hahah...Palmer in a school girl outfit, that fat *&^@! AHAHAHA!!!! Oh *@&#....I'm gonna...AAAH GOD@*&#&*#DAMNIT) The thought made Cid physically ill and he couldn't restrain himself from giving into the liquor coated vomit exploding out of his mouth from the thought of Palmer in said attire. A group of school girls that were waiting to cross the street from the other side noticed Cid and his chunder and ran away screaming and disgusted as if they'd have seen Hard Gay himself.
