A woman reeking of trailer trash sat behind a large white table, smiling all to happy at the five boys before her.

"Allright, before I can give you your learner's permit, I'll need the following from each of you: a certified birth certificate, your social security card, five dollars cash and your parent of legal guardian's signature on this waiver."

Heero, Duo and Trowa sweatdropped.

"Um..." Duo looked at the open folder in his hands, "I can't give you those things."

"And why not, Mr. Maxwell?" the woman asked.

Duo gulped, "Cause I'm a war orphan. No parents and no legal documents that prove I even exist."

The woman frowned in pity, "How sad. Well, I guess we'll just have to send you to Hell."

"NANI!"

"That's a little harsh, isn't it?" Quatre asked.

She laughed, "Oh no. Hell is just what we call that dark, non-air-conditioned room downstairs where he'll be tortured till he finally reveals his affiliations with the illegal alien smuggling crime ring."

Duo face vaulted, "What?!"

"Bye bye now!" she pressed a button on the desk and Duo was sucked through the floor, vanishing with only a yelp in his place.

The others looked on.

"Any other problems?"

Trowa stepped forward, "I have no memory of my past. I live in a circus with my only living relative, my older sister. I have no birth certificate or social security card but as my legal guardian, could my sister sign the waiver?"

The woman nodded, "Of course! But first I'm sending you to prison."

Heero sneered, "And where's that?"

"The State Penitentiary, of course!"

Trowa face vaulted, "What?!"

"Running away to the circus is a serious crime and long term runaways can get 5 to 10 years."

"But I didn't-"

The woman pressed another button on her desk and Trowa was sucked through the ceiling, leaving only silence in his place.

The others looked on.

"And you, Mr. Yuy?"

Heero glared at her, "It's of no concern to you."

"An attitude, Mr. Yuy?" She smiled, "We'll soon fix that!" she pressed yet another button and Heero was sucked through the wall, leaving only a grunt in his place.

"Where did you send him?" Wufei asked.

The woman laughed, "Purgatory. While he waits for his friend to get out of Hell he will be beaten into submission or till he passes out."

Quatre sweatdropped, "This _ is _ driving school.. isn't it?"

"Of course it is, Deary!" she patted him hard on the back, "Now, what can I do for you two young gentlemen?"

Quatre and Wufei looked at each other and frowned:

"You go first!"