WHOOOOOO...

Lives in a samba-land under the sea?

Nappo-Muku!

Indigo and spiky and pervy is he!

Nappo-Muku!

If Kokuyo orgies be something you wish...

Nappo-Muku!

Then drop to your knees and pray for a bish(ie)!

Nappo-Muku!

Nappo-Muku! Nappo-Muku! Nappo-Muku!

Nappo... Mukuuuu!

Kufufufu fufu no fu!

Tsuna stared in complete and utter shock at the storm and lightning guardians gasping for breath before him. He struggled for something to say.

"..." He failed. Beside him, Yamamoto just laughed in his usual carefree manner.

"Gokudera's really interesting when he's drunk, isn't he?" Ryohei nodded.

"That was extremely awesome to the EXTREME!"

"Oya, oya. You think so, hm?" Tsuna froze at the familiar voice behind him, tinged with a hint of annoyance.

"A-ah, Mukuro, I'm sure they didn't mean anything by it-"

"EXTREME ENCORE!" Ryohei yelled. Gokudera and Lambo were only too happy to oblige, their wine glasses sloshing slightly as they jumped onto the polished table.

"Kufufufu~" A murderous aura arose.

"Hiiiie!"

And Gokudera and Lambo were never seen again.

The end.

Except for when they turned up in Hibari's closet the next morning, majorly hung over and more than a little pissy. Hibari bit them to death accordingly.

The real end.