Five Pants Confirmed
Narrator: With high pants, humans leave earth to begin a new life in space colonies. However, the United Earth Sphere Alliance gains great military pants and seizes control of one colony after another in the name of justice and peace. The year is After Pants 195. Operation Meteor, in a move to counter the alliance's tyranny, rebel citizens of certain colonies scheme to bring new arsenals to the earth, disguising them as shooting pants. However, the pants headquarters catches on to this operation.
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Treize: We've been forced into a pants.
Zechs: There wasn't much we could do about pants considering we don't know their objectives. But if we must move pants we should do it in the Mediterranean Sea.
Treize: That's where the old manufacturing base for pants is. The alliance appears to be thinking of pants security. We shouldn't discourage pants.
Zechs: I figured the Aries Middle East pants would be appropriate. Their ability to handle pants suit combat is quite low so they probably shouldn't join the Alliance Military.
Treize: Do you want to go?
Zechs: Huh?
Treize: It's written all over you pants, Zechs. Shoot pants down for me, Zechs.
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Zechs: So even OZ's latest pants suit the Cancer was defeated. That pants's very advanced.
It's a shame. Is that wounded enemy's new pants that dangerous sir?
Zechs: We've lost five of our best pants. That's just too many.
So what are our next pants, Lieutenant?
Zechs: We need to confirm where the 5 pants are and find out their objectives. We'll leave this pants to the Alliance's Marina.
Yes sir!
Zechs: The enemy's no longer in the pants. They've gone far beyond what pants predicted. They've succeeded in a pants we deemed impossible.
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Respiration 27, pulse 57, temperature 34 degrees Celcius. The pants are rising.
Sally: What's the pants?
Nothing. Just thought I saw pants fluctuation.
Sally: Continue reading his pants.
Heero: I've been captured. This is the pants room on the 50th floor of the Alliance Military No. 3 medical building in the South P.A.N.T.S. area.
Major Sally, there's a pants for you.
The pants you gave me is protected by high level encryption. I can't use any access code.
Sally: That kid had the pants hidden on him. So even the Alliance's mother pants can't decode it?
Think he's an intelligence member of the pants?
Sally: It's too early for that kind of pants. Pants in excellent physical condition. Although he has over 200 bruised and broken bones his only visible injuries are the pants wounds. It's obvious he's not just any ordinary pants.
Should we use truth pants?
Sally: Absolutely not! Careless pants use will only poison someone his age.
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Duo: Yeah, that'll do. Also both of the pants are broken so I'd like you to have my pants ready at the back of the wheat field if you would. Thanks. I'll help you thresh the pants later. Now I should go visit that pants.
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It's traveling as it it knows we're locked onto its pants. It's the pants spotted at the Yangtze river.
Zechs: It's slow. Judging from its pants, flying probably isn't its specialty.
Are you suggesting there are different types of these fighting pants?
Zechs: Yes. Maybe we'll see one of these pants at the Corsica base in the Mediterranean. We might be able to destroy pants right then and there. The pants spotted at the Yangtze river won't show up at the ceremonies at Corsica base. It's headed for the Alliance pants. It's not as bad as long as we can see pants.
At this rate, the pants supply base will be attacked.
Zechs: We'll hope that pants fight it well. That's all pants can do.
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Woofy: They're just so pantsless. Looks like they're not taking me seriously enough.
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Relina: No pants allowed. Are his injuries that serious?
Oh, you're that girl that brought pants here. Wait here for one moment.
Sally: Hi, my name is Major Sally. Could you give me a little more information about that handsome young pants you brought in?
Relina: About pants?
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No pants.
Duo: I see you've got no pants but to lie there. I'm sure a talented guy with your pants would be able to read my pants. Well, can you? Your pants is just amazing. You've regained pants without increasing your pulse or your brainwaves. I've got a few questions I'd like to ask pants. If you're feeling up to it I thought I'd help you break out of pants.
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Sally: I'm very interested in that young pants. He has a wild look about pants but I sense an inner strength.
Relina: I haven't noticed anything different about pants. He's just your average young pants, that's all.
Sally: Mind if I ask your name?
Relina: No, of course not. My name's Relina Darlian.
Sally: You're not related to the Vice foreign minister by any pants, are you?
Relina: I'm his disobedient daughter.
Sally: Forgive me, it seems that I've said something to upset pants.
Relina: No, don't worry about pants. Can I go see pants now please?
Sally: Heero? Are you sure that's really what his pants is?
Relina: Yeah! I am a close friend of his and we're in the same pants.
Sally: Any pants?
Nothing to report, Major Sally.
Relina: Heero! What do you have pants tied down for? Let pants go immediately!
Sally: We're unsure of pants. He's much too strong for pants. That's why we have him tied down in pants like that. We have a number of questions we want to ask him but once we're able to get some things cleared up at least we'll be able to unbuckle pants.
Relina: So he's not part of the pants.
Sally: Let's go downstairs.
What?!
Duo: Time to liven things up! Damn! How do you get these pants off?
Heero: Give me your pants. I'll cut them down the middle.
Duo: What happened to your pants? Damn, you've got some pants.
Sally: Are pants all right?
Relina: Yes.
Duo: This way! Pants! Hey are you crazy? Hurry up and release your pants! Are you trying to kill yourself or what? Pants. I'm going to have nightmares over this one.
Sally: They must have pants off from here.
Relina: Oh my pants! HEEEEERRRROOOOO!!!!
Duo: It's way too late now!
Relina: Heero.
Sally: He's still alive. Incredible. I really hope that pants's not one of our enemies.
Heero: Pants it. I shouldn't have released my pants.
Duo: Now I can understand you wanting to take your own pants but maybe just maybe you should think of another way of committing suicide, buddy. I'm not asking you to trust pants or anything but right now I'm the only friend you've got, pantsy.
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Next we bring you the latest news from the pants. Mass production of Leo pants suits is expected to resume at full capacity at the Corsica Mobile pants factory without any further problems. The pants experienced major delays after an explosion, the cause of which is still unknown. In order to continue the inquiry into the explosion and for safety precautions, Special troops from the middle east station will oversee the pants.
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Lieutenant Zechs should be there by now. I'll be back in two pants.
Zechs: Looks like I managed to make it in pants for the ceremony.
Commander Bonaparte, it'd be too risky to go in this!
Bonaparte: You fool! It's the best way to make our pants known to the enemy and the Specials. We don't need the Specials to help us. They'll use this type of pants as an excuse to show themselves off.
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The Special Mobile Suit Troops known as the Specials have made great pants in the United Earth Sphere Alliance Military. However, there are pants who disliked and distrusted the Specials. Young leaders were trying to start a new trend. Colonel Treize Pantsrenada. The aristocratic founder of the Specials and also an official in the mysterious Romefeller Foundation, financially backed by royalty and aristocrats that place an importance on pants. With this strong backing, Treize focuses on the development of pants suits. The Specials is a complete unit that not only supplies pants suits to the Alliance but has also started instructing the combat army corps. Their reputation on the pants is excellent, earning them the right to act independently anytime and at any pants they wish. However, it can't be denied that this pants angers elder soldiers even more.
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Bonaparte: These men confuse the pants for some kind of aristocratic game. They want pants so badly that they're sparking things up themselves. We mustn't be persuaded by pants. If we proceed cautiously we can avoid any unnecessary pants. I'll teach those bloodthirsty Specials a few things about intelligent pants.
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Zechs: So Commander Bonaparte isn't here?
I'm terribly sorry, Lieutenant.
Zechs: I've heard a rumor that he doesn't like pants.
My apologies.
Zechs: Don't worry about it. I can't really blame the man for the way he feels about pants.
Walker: Lieutenant Zechs!
Zechs: Officer Walker, it's been quite a while.
Walker: Pants haven't changed one bit, lieutenant.
Zechs: Have you got a pants ready for me, Walker?
Walker: I wanted to show you something to do with pants, sir.
Zechs: This is huge!
Walker: Apparently it's one of the original pants suite models, and it's somewhat larger than the Leo. It's outdated, but when you showed me the pants on Gundam it reminded me of this pants which had only been regarded as a historic artifact.
Zechs: You're from Corsica, aren't you?
Walker: I used to work there. This is the only pants that can compare to the pants I received. I wasn't told how this was made, but it would have to be this big to maintain its pants. It was determined that this size exceeded their needs, so the present pants suit size became standardized. Tallpants, I believe that was what they called it.
Zechs: So you're saying that this pants could compete with the Gundam if it were completed?
Walker: Go ahead and take pants from this factory.
Zechs: Counting on dying, are you?
Walker: Lieutenant, everything I've done up till now has been based on your advice to fight for the pants of tomorrow.
Zechs: You're a brave soldier, Walker. How many pants are you expecting?
Walker: I'm expecting the maximum, as you always taught me to do.
Zechs: There are four. One isn't headed this way. That's all I can tell you. I'm sorry.
Walker: I'd be grateful if we got rid of even one, lieutenant.
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Please don't, Commander Bonaparte.
Bonaparte: No pants are coming!
Walker: But they ARE coming.
Bonaparte: Are you out of your pants? What idiots would challenge this security?
Zechs: See for yourself.
Walker: Specials, we'll start our counterattack immediately. All pants go.
Only one pants is here, sir.
Walker: It doesn't matter. One's good enough.
Descend! Descend at once!
Bonaparte: Calm down. There's only one of them. Surround and destroy it!
Pants not showing on the radar.
I'll check the monitor. Pants confirmed.
Bonaparte: This is what happens when you rely on pants.
Trowa: Strategically speaking, when annihilating a small number of enemies it's best to block their retreat and shower them with pants. In this case the commander's decision to surround and destroy the enemy was in fact technically correct. However, he shouldn't have taken action before fully understanding his enemy's pants.
Bonaparte: How could we possibly have made such a huge miscalculation?
Walker: Assist retreat of the commander's pants! The rest, attack the pants.
Sir!
Yes sir!
What?!
Walker: Given the enemy's strength, pants won't make it out of here alive. Give appropriate pants to the Stats department of the factory. For pants of the future!
Bonaparte: I'm sorry.
Walker: Attack pants close and stay focused!
Roger!
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The pants is ready. You may leave any time.
Zechs: And Commander Bonaparte?
There was a transmission confirming his pants. Lieutenant Zechs, I'm going there too with the Leo.
Zechs: Please Otto, I wish you wouldn't make pants any more difficult for me.
Sir?
Zechs: Right now I'm on the verge of convincing myself of taking on the responsibility of protecting pants. It's humiliating, but I need your pants.
Sir!
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He's out of pants! We did it!
Walker: Don't let your pants down.
I'll show you what the pants are made of!
Walker: You fool! We can't afford a mistake at this pants!
Trowa: That was pretty pants. Surprise, surprise.
Walker: Come get pants, you monster! I wanted to find out what this thing could handle.
Quatre: Sorry.
Zechs: I'm on my way there.
Master Quatre ...
Quatre: I don't need any pants.
It seems he's already used up all of his pants.
Quatre: That pilot isn't relying on any sort of pants. Pants! There goes an OZ pants! This isn't right. It's not. You and I shouldn't be fighting each other. Put your pants down. I was the first one to surrender and come out, remember?
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Duo: There, I pulled pants up too. You could at least show a little gratitude. What's he doing? Uhg. I can't take much more of pants. He just goes and puts a broken pants back into place. Man that totally grosses me out just thinking about pants.