A/N: What's up my people? I just watched the Terminator three. And now I'm kinda freaked about this computer. Anyway.

Disclaimer: Mine? Hell no. Even this joke isn't mine. A few weeks ago, I watched this show on TV, and all these comedians from all over the world were on stage, doing their thing. Anyway. That's where I got this joke. It was pretty freaking hilarious. So yea enjoy.

"Michael."

"What?"

"Stop fussing."

"I'm not fussing."

"You are, look the sheets are getting all tangled up."

"I'm not fussing!"

Sara sighed. They went through this every night. She would tell him to lie still and stop tossing and turning, and he would deny even turning over.

"Michael, I'm serious, if you don't lie still right now, I'm going to make you sleep downstairs."

"Fine," Michael huffed. "But I'm bored! I can't sleep!"

"Well you shouldn't have challenged Lincoln and LJ to a Red Bull drinking competition before they went home."

"Ah, in all fairness, I was provoked."

"Of course you were, honey. Now go to sleep."

Michael lay in the dark. Telling him to go to sleep wasn't going to make sleep come any faster. Suddenly, he had a flash of brilliance.

He jerked into a sitting position.

"Now what?" Sara asked.

"Do you hear that?
"Hear what?"

"It sounds like someone's downstairs."

"Michael I don't hear anything."
"No, seriously Sara."

"Michael..."

"Sara. Do not tell me you can't hear that. No, I'm serious... it-it sounds like they're coming up the stairs."

At this, Sara began to get frantic.

"Oh my God, Michael, cut it out right now!"

Michael raised his voice.

"They're coming Sara! The terminators! They're coming for us!"

SMACK!

In the dark, Sara's fist had met Michael's arm.

Michael collapsed into a fit of giggles.

"I got you good!" He screeched.

"Michael that is not funny. I was really scared!"

Michael sobered up.

"Ok, I'm sorry baby, I couldn't help it." He tried to keep a straight face as he apologised, but he burst out laughing.

"Ok... ok," he said. "I gotta go calm down."

As he sat in the bathroom, his second stroke of brilliance came to him.

He walked back into the bedroom. Good, Sara was facing away from the door.

He walked up to the bed and wrapped his arms around her. Tight.

"Michael," she moaned. "Michael, get off."

Michael said nothing.

"I hope you've calmed down. 'Cos if you haven't you can sleep on the couch."

Still he said nothing.

"Michael? Michael?"

Sara tried to turn over to face him, but he tightened his grip on her.

"Michael, what's wrong?"

Michael was good with accents and voices, so he adopted the voice and accent of John Abruzzi.

"Michael's still in the bathroom," he rasped.

As Sara screamed, Michael buried his head into the pillow, also screaming. Except with laughter.

Sara sat up, and slammed her foot into Michael's side. As he tumbled out of bed, she threw his pillow at him and yelled "You're sleeping on the couch tonight! And tomorrow night. And the night after that! Until you learn your lesson!"

Michael giggled.

"Oh come on baby, I'm sorry, I was just having a bit of fun with you."

Sara smirked cruelly, and said "And now it's my turn to have some fun with you. Have a nice time on the couch..."