ANNOUNCEMENT: Since it's been so long since I updated my other fic, some of you may be wondering if I'm all right. I'd just like to say that I am still alive, and am planning to continue my Spyro fics, but things are too crazy to keep any semblance of a schedule.

The following is something a friend and I came up with, that basically explains why we aren't allowed at Duel Academy.

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School Tour

(Sym, Death)

Finally! Dr.(?) Crowler could just see the outcome of the day's events in his mind. After they see this, they'll be begging to send their potential duelists to the Academy. And where there are rich students, there are rich parents. And rich parents mean large contributions. And large contributions mean new facilities...that attract more students...that make the school grow...that gives me even more prestige and power!

"Ladies and Gentlemen," the effeminate professor addressed the crowd of business moguls, real estate tycoons, and other people that have enough money to make Bill Gates jealous that had gathered outside of the enormous building that glistened in the afternoo sun. "It has been an honor for Duel Academy to be your host for the past few hours. Thank you for gracing our humble island home with your presence. Now, we have finally reached the climax of today's events. Constructed and furnished at the personal expense of our founders Kaiba Seto and Maxamillion Pegasus, who spared no expense in its construction, I might add...witout further ado, it is my greatest honor to present you with-"

*KA-THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!*

The ground shook in the aftershock of a massive explosion.

I'm NOT going to turn around, I'm NOT going to turn around, I'm NOT going to turn around... Despite his best efforts, Crowler's body moved of its own volition, his face contorting into a mask of shock and rage as he surveyed the smoldering ruin of what had, not two minutes ago, been a fully state-of-the-art gym and dueling facility.

"Nooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

(ten seconds later and about a mile away)

"So," Sym asked, leaning over a fence and panting to get his breath back, his black-rimmed glasses sliding off his sweat-soaked face. "Whose idea was it to use our main decks to test out the new hologram system?"

"Yours I think," Death replied, flapping his leather jacket to get some air flowing around him.

"How can I be a genius and that stupid at the same time?"

"I dunno."

"Well, at least no one saw us, right?"

"I hope not. If they did we're gonna die."

Just then the theme song from Gradius started playing. Reaching into his pocket, Sym pulled out his phone, his face going pure white as he saw the caller ID.

"Who is that?" Death asked, seeing his friend's expression.

"Crowler..." Sym replied, his voice dripping with horror. Hands shaking, he flipped the phone open and answered. "Ye-yes, D-dr. Crowler?"

(fade to black)

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Short, I know, but this is really just for the sake of putting something up.