(A/N:) What is the message behind this story? You choose! YAY!

Raimundo and Helen sat in his room snogging. Omi was spying on them, using the falcon's eye. Helen and Raimundo broke apart.

"Wow," Helen giggled, "you're really good at this."

"I know," Raimundo smiled broadly.

"You know what. I want to see your cucumber," she rested her fingers and his pants waist band.

"Not unless I can see your cookies," Raimundo gripped on to the back of her bra.

Omi didn't understand what they actually meant. Raimundo had no vegetable garden, and Helen had made no desserts. He watched in wonder on what they would do next.

"Don't make me squeeze your balls," Helen smirked.

Omi knew that Raimundo had some sports gear, but he wouldn't mind her probable failing attempt to pop them.

"You wouldn't dare. I just have to go get a condom," Raimundo stood up and walked towards his bed side table.

Master Fung walked by the room. He began to drag Omi along until he said, "I am trying to learn about the mating rituals of the average human. It has something to do with cucumbers, balls, cookies, and something called a condom."

Master Fung turned red in anger. He threw open Raimundo's door and saw the two teenagers trying to hold in laughs. He stared in confusion as they through a huge giggle fit.

"What is going on?" he glared.

"We decided to teach Omi it isn't nice to spy on people, so we decided to make it look like we were going to do it!" Raimundo laughed out.

"What is this 'it' of which you speak?" Omi asked.

"Funny! He's never learned about you-know-what!" Helen fell onto the ground.

"No more funny business about sex, do you hear me?" Master Fung looked at the two, now, very quiet pranksters.

"We won't," Raimundo smiled.

"Good," Master Fung dragged the awe struck Omi away from the young couple. Raimundo smirked and looked over at Helen.

She glared at him, "Don't you dare think that!"

Raimundo just rolled his eyes as he walked over to the door and locked it.

Helen crawled towards the corner, but Raimundo picked her up and lied her down on the bed.

"I wouldn't think of beating you up. I just want your cookies," he said, trying to make it sound like he misinterpreted the message. He kissed her on the lips, but she hit him on the side of the head and escaped. GO FEMALE AGGRESSION!

(A/N:) I think I warned you...if I didn't, still don't sue me...BYE! REVIEW!