Author's Note: Well...the last parody went over pretty well, much to my surprise. So, I thought, why not. Here I am again, tormenting the Dragonlance characters...poor things. Enjoy!

Prologue

The author was sitting at her computer, staring glumly at the screen. She was fresh out of ideas. A monumental writer's block was staring her in the face.

"Hey, Subieko?"

"What is it, Tas?" the author said wearily.

"Why is that huge block on your desk? Doesn't that make it awfully hard to write?"

Subieko threw Tas a scathing look. "It's a writer's block. And yes, it makes it hard to write. But there's no way to get rid of it. Well—there is one way, but…"

"But what?" Tas asked.

"But I haven't got any chocolate right now," Subieko replied. "Chocolate is the only known cure for writer's block."

"Oh," Tas said. "Gee, I'm sorry."

There was a moment of silence, albeit a very short moment; Tas couldn't keep his mouth shut for more than a minute or two, tops.

"Subieko?"

"What is it now, Tas?"

Tas boosted himself onto the writer's block, swinging his short legs idly. "I was just wondering…remember that last story you told about me?"

"Uh-huh," Subieko said, sighing morosely. Her muse had promptly abandoned her after that, grumbling about a cruel and unusual lack of chocolate.

"Well, what else happened to all of us?"

"What do you mean, what else? That was the end. There isn't any more."

Tas's eyes widened. "No more at all?"

"No," Subieko said flatly. That's what 'the end' means."

Another moment of silence. This one lasted for a whole ten seconds—Subieko was impressed.

"Subieko?"

"Tas, if you don't stop bothering me, I'm never going to get rid of this writer's block!"

"Oh. Well, while you're waiting for it to go away…could you tell me another story? Only I'm getting a little bored…"

Subieko sighed, realizing Tas would never leave her be until she did as he asked. "Fine…what do you want a story about?"

Tas scratched his head, his face screwed up in concentration. "Ummm…a story about me. And Raistlin, and Dalamar, and Tanis, and Flint, and—"

"All right, all right! You want a story about all of you. Again."

Tas nodded eagerly.

Subieko leaned back in her writing chair, thinking. "All right," she said at last. "Here goes…"

Tas promptly fell onto the desk as the writer's block vanished.