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Rating: PG
Warnings: I have a sick mind...and so does nearly everyone else, so the humor is just twisted...
Feedback: Sure...just don't flame me...I know it's stupid.
Disclaimer: Ain't mine...not even the whole conversation...and I don't have any money; I'm a home health care worker.
"Very well, Mr. Maxwell, do you wish to become an organ donor?"
"Sure, but there's only one organ I've got that anyone'd be able to make any use of..."
"And which organ would that be, Sir?"
"Y'know...the throbbing, pulsating one."
"Excuse me, Sir?"
"Yeah...the blood-engorged one."
Heero glanced at the American as he was released into the Japanese man's custody. "What in the hell did you do to get arrested? I thought you were just getting a new driver's lisence."
Duo sighed and rolled his eyes. "Well, G told me that after all the crap I'd been through and stuff, the only organ that would do anyone any potential good was my heart."
Gomen!!!!!!! I know it's sick and wrong...blame my husband and Chi-chan for this... O.o;
