"No, no, no nononononono," she voiced. "NO!"
"It's fact. Just because you don't agree ..." I started ... for the umpteenth time.
"Just because you seem to think so doesn't make it a fact," with all the conviction of a lifelong mystery seeker, Haruhi countered. For the umpteenth time.
"Ah, yes, but I am something you are most definitely not," I brought up the same old argument.
"What, you mean ..."
"I meant that I, Suzumiya-dono, am, everything aside, still a man, hence ..."
"Now wait one second, that's just sexist."
"And the topic isn't?"
"No! I mean, you've got your proven facts, but it's also fact that many of the cute time traveling aliens and sliders and espers and such favor alternative lifestyles, so I think my opinion would count for something at least ..."
"Okay, true ... I still say nekojin."
"Maido!"
"Nekojin!"
"Maido!"
"Neko ... wait, why are we arguing about this again?"
"That's what I want to know too," Kyon muttered from where he was doing his 'I don't believe I'm hearing this' pose. He'd been at it for a while now.
"Ah, so you naturally agree with the pointlessness of the argument and accept my superiority now?"
"No, I just figure we should get a second," I heard Kyon cough into his hand. "Okay, _third_ opinion."
"Just who are you planning to ...?"
"My adopted sister and her lesbian girlfriend," I deadpanned.
As a result, the club now had an official mascot in the form of Asahina Mikuru in a catgirl maid outfit.
Bow to Shizuru, for she is a great diplomat.
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm
"It's fact. Just because you don't agree ..." I started ... for the umpteenth time.
"Just because you seem to think so doesn't make it a fact," with all the conviction of a lifelong mystery seeker, Haruhi countered. For the umpteenth time.
"Ah, yes, but I am something you are most definitely not," I brought up the same old argument.
"What, you mean ..."
"I meant that I, Suzumiya-dono, am, everything aside, still a man, hence ..."
"Now wait one second, that's just sexist."
"And the topic isn't?"
"No! I mean, you've got your proven facts, but it's also fact that many of the cute time traveling aliens and sliders and espers and such favor alternative lifestyles, so I think my opinion would count for something at least ..."
"Okay, true ... I still say nekojin."
"Maido!"
"Nekojin!"
"Maido!"
"Neko ... wait, why are we arguing about this again?"
"That's what I want to know too," Kyon muttered from where he was doing his 'I don't believe I'm hearing this' pose. He'd been at it for a while now.
"Ah, so you naturally agree with the pointlessness of the argument and accept my superiority now?"
"No, I just figure we should get a second," I heard Kyon cough into his hand. "Okay, _third_ opinion."
"Just who are you planning to ...?"
"My adopted sister and her lesbian girlfriend," I deadpanned.
As a result, the club now had an official mascot in the form of Asahina Mikuru in a catgirl maid outfit.
Bow to Shizuru, for she is a great diplomat.
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm