"JAAAY!" Syrus screamed, as he ran breathless into the Slifer dorm, clutching a towel to himself.
"What is it Sy? Did you see a spider again?" Jaden asked as he noticed his best friend panting on the floor.
"No," Syrus shook his head as he gasped for air, "This girl. She was in the outhouse. I think she was spying on me."
"They have their own bathrooms up in Obelisk, why do they keep using ours?" Hassleberry grumbled from his bed.
"It's those writers," Jaden replied, with an unusual trace of solemnity, "They keep putting them in our dorms. It was only annoying at first, but now it's starting to get out of hand."
"Yeah," Syrus said, "I mean they always start talking to me like I know them or something. I can't go anywhere without feeling like I'm being watched."
"I know! And it's so weird, but I can't even find their rooms. I mean, Slifer only has like seven or eight, and there are tons of them. Where do they all go?" Jaden wondered aloud. No one spoke for a moment as they tried to imagine the possibilities. Very disturbing.
"Hey," Jaden spoke suddenly, an idea hitting him, "Do you think there's a way we could get them to stop?"
"Who?" Syrus asked.
"The writers," Jaden said, "I mean, if we cut it off at the source, at least no more will be able to come."
"I don't know," Hassleberry replied uncertainly, "They've been pretty self-righteous ever since Blair came along."
"But maybe they'll understand if we tell them how miserable they're making us. I mean they do care about us don't they?" Syrus said.
Jaden contemplated this, "I think they think that they do."
"Okay then," Syrus said loudly, standing up. He tilted his head upwards, as if speaking to the sky, "Authors, if you're listening, I really would prefer not to have people following me to the bathroom. We understand that you have 'artistic license' and everything, but please take into account our happiness levels. We would greatly appreciate it."
"Well said, Sy!" Jaden cheered.