By Rashaka

The old man looked at the screen and made an irritated noise, pursing his lips. "You know," Dr. J said, flexing his mechanical hand, "every time I come in contact with that boy I wonder if giving Duo Maxwell a Gundam was a good idea."

The mushroom-haired man squinted at him. "He was the most skilled pilot we had, " he snapped. "He's resourceful, brilliant, and has a fantastic sense of orientation in flight."

The screen in front of the five men lit up with several explosions, and a loudly broadcast radio transmission was heard.

"WOOOOOOO—HOOOOOOO!
EAT SOME MISSILES YOU OZ BABIES!
OH-NO! C'MOOOONNN! DON'T DO THAT! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO HAVE ANY FUN IF YOU ALL KEEP BLOWING UP ON ME? "

Dr. J gave his associate a pointed look.

"So the boy's a little …crazy," Professor G shrugged. "At least he's got his priorities straight."