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Cid: Yo! Aeris, come over here and give daddy a lap dance. cool

Aeris: No problem! whee

Cloud: confused

blaugh xd

sephiroth and cloud imitating dude where's my car.

cloud:dude where's my car?
sephiroth:where's your car dude?

*repeat of a scene from Pulp Fiction*

Barret: I shall strike upon thee with great vengeange and Furious Anger, for my name is the lord, I lay my judgement upon thee... *holds up gun-hand*

Cait Sith: NOOoOo gonk

Barret and Vincent: *BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!*

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Navi: Link! You must use the power of the Tri Force!

Cloud: Ok, I wi....WAIT A DAMN SECOND!!!! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!?!?!?

Obi-Wan: Luke, us the force.

Mufasa: Simba...my son.

Cloud: The Voices in my head won't stop!!!! crying

Bugs Bunny: What's up doc?

Cloud: eek eek eek

Ernie: Hello there, Bert!

Cloud: Stop following me!!!! crying crying

Barret: Hey Cloud, whats with all of the racket?

Cloud: First some fairy calling me link, then came an old man calling me Luke, A deep voiced lion saying I'm his son, a talking Bunny calling me doc, some homosexual puppet calling me Bert, and now Mr. T actually knows my name and he's asking me a stupid question! crying

Barret: Hey! Who you callin' Mr. T!?!?! scream *BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!*

*A few hours later*

Cloud: pirate crying

Tifa: Oh my god, Cloud! what happened to your face!?!?!?

Barret: ninja

Bugenhagen (Speaking to RedXIII) : Hello, little man. Boy I sure

heard a bunch about you. See, I

was a good friend of your Daddy's.

We were in that Hanoi pit of hell

over five years together.

Hopefully, you'll never have to

experience this yourself, but when

two men are in a situation like me

and your Daddy were, for as long as

we were, you take on certain

responsibilities of the other. If

it had been me who had not made it,

Major Coolidge would be talkin'

right now to my son Jim. But the

way it worked out is I'm talkin' to

you, Butch. I got somethin' for

ya.


*Bugenhagen pulls a gold head dress out of his pocket.*

This head dress I got here was first

purchased by your great-granddaddy.

It was bought during the First

World War in a little general store

in Knoxville, Tennessee. It was

bought by private Doughboy Ernie

Coolidge the day he set sail for

Paris. It was your great-

granddaddy's war head dress, made by the

first company to ever make head dresses. You see, up until then,

people just carried hats.

Your great-granddaddy wore that

head dress every day he was in the war.

Then when he had done his duty, he

went home to your great-

grandmother, took the head dress off his

headt and put it in an ol' coffee

can. And in that can it stayed

'til your grandfather Dane Coolidge

was called upon by his country to

go overseas and fight the Germans

once again. This time they called

it World War Two.

Your great-granddaddy gave it to

your granddad for good luck.

Unfortunately, Dane's luck wasn't

as good as his old man's. Your

granddad was a Marine and he was

killed with all the other Marines

at the battle of Wake Island. Your

granddad was facing death and he

knew it. None of those boys had

any illusions about ever leavin'

that island alive. So three days

before the Japanese took the

island, your 22-year old

grandfather asked a gunner on an

Air Force transport named Winocki,

a man he had never met before in

his life, to deliver to his infant

son, who he had never seen in the

flesh, his gold head dress. Three days

later, your grandfather was dead.

But Winocki kept his word. After

the war was over, he paid a visit

to your grandmother, delivering to

your infant father, his Dad's gold

head dress. This head dress. This head dress was

on your Daddy's wrist when he was

shot down over Hanoi. He was

captured and put in a Vietnamese

prison camp. Now he knew if the

gooks ever saw the head dress it's be

confiscated. The way your Daddy

looked at it, that head dress was your

birthright. And he'd be damned if

and slopeheads were gonna put their

greasy yella hands on his boy's

birthright. So he hid it in the

one place he knew he could hide

somethin'. His a**. Five long

years, he wore this head dress up his

a**. Then when he died of

disentary, he gave me the head dress. I

hid this uncomfortable hunk of

metal up my a** for two years.

Then, after seven years, I was sent

home to my family. And now, little

man, I give the head dress to you.

(More Pulp Fiction)

Vincent: I need you to fix my gun...

Guns Repairman: ok, what seems to be the problem?

Vincent: for some reason it refuses to shoot...

Guns Repairman: here let me see it....um, Sir you did take the safety off, right?

Vincent: *puzzled look on face*.........

Guns Repairman: ...so you could shoot it.

Vincent: *puzzled look on face*.........

Guns Repairman: ...Sir it wont shoot with the safety on.

Vincent: *puzzled look on face*.........

Guns Repairman: ...*sigh* ~click~ there your gun is fixed sir...

Vincent: ^__^ Thank you! how much will that be?

Guns Repairman: *being Sarcastic* Gee I'm rounding up around 100,000 Gil.

Vincent: WHOA *jumps and accidently pulls the trigger* eek !!!!!

Guns Repairman: X__X

Vincent: eek ! ......... ninja ....*Grabs some amo and runs*

Chocobo:GET THE HELL OFF ME YOU STRANGE SPIKY HAIRED BOY!