A/N Because I'm bored, have nothing better to do, and am just plain mad, I've wrote a sequel to Fang, can you die of sugar? Or whatever it's called. Enjoy!!

Well, Now That's Over, What Are We Going To Do Now?

Nudge: Oh yeah! All the boys are dead! Oh yeah! It's a good thing!

Max: Well, what are we going to do now?

Angel: Uh, Max?

Max: Yes?

Angel: The authoress is thinking ominous things…

Me: No, I'm not!! (Quickly thinks of random test results)

Angel: She was thinking that now all the boys are gone, all the girls will die out.

Max: Oh.

Nudge: Oh.

All Girls: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Me: Haha!!

Max: You're going to die too, though.

Me: No, I'm not. I live in alternate universe. I'm just visiting.

Max: PLEASE!! Please bring the boys back!

Me: Why?

Max: What?!

Me: I mean, what's in it for me?

Nudge: You're so mean! (Does Bambi eyes)

Me: Nudge, Bambi eyes don't work on me.

Nudge: (Bursts into tears. Her secret weapon has been foiled.)

Me: IF… and only if…you gave me an incentive, I might think about it.

Max: What kind of incentive?

Me: Ten thousand years worth of chocolate?

Max: No chance. We're on a floating lump of rock here. Where do you expect me to find chocolate?

Me: I dunno.

Max: That was a rhetorical question.

Angel: She's thinking about… ugh, you don't want to know.

Max: what is she thinking about?

Angel: AMERICAN CHESHIRE CATS WITH PERMS!! ARGH!!

Me: Hehe. Me mentalz.

Nudge: Mentalz is not even a word.

Me: It is now.

Max: What do you want me to do for you if you bring the boys back?

Me: I want you to… no, I've got a better idea. I'll bring them back for nothing. And Angel, if you even think about saying something, I will make you speak nettles.

Nudge: What's that?

Me: It's where every word you say comes out as nettles.

Max: OWWWW!! Painful. Don't talk, Angel.

Me: boys are back.

(Everyone is back on Earth, all the boys are back. Everything is back to normal.)

Max: SPARXFLAME!!

FANG: SPARXFLAME!!

Me: Hehe.

(Well, almost back to normal. Max and Fang are trapped in a glass box, together, in the middle of London, with a sign that reads: Please do not feed the mutants.)

Rest of Flock: SPARXFLAME!!

Me: &£!! I forgot about them!

Rest of Flack: ARGH!!

(SparxFlame disappears into a time/space continuum warp, and never, ever comes back. This time I mean it. I'm going for good. And never going anywhere near angry mutant bird kids ever again. Ever.)

A/N 'Tis DOOOONEEEEE!! Now review! Or else. Or else the curse of the mutant-bird-kids-in-a-box-who-eat-radioactive-potatoes shall come upon you! Mwa ha ha!

(Writer decides to randomly go kidnap Edward Cullen, and gets her head bitten off)