Heyyyy!  I'm alive!  Alive, I tell you, alive!!!!  No more internet problems for Arc, nope, nope!  But speaking of internet problems…that's what gave me the idea for this fic.  My mom was too busy to call a technical support line, so I called.  How "fun" that was…  The first guy had no personality, and it stayed fixed about 15 minutes before crashing again.  The second guy couldn't fix it at all, but he was at least NICE about it.  And I think he said his name was Brad.  Immediately, my brain thought "Holy crap, Crawford's trying to fix my computer!" before reality kicked back in and said "Hey, genius, Brad is an American name that a lot of people have!"  Then my brain kicked reality and decided that it would make an interesting fanfic.  So, without further rantings, I present to you…

The disclaimer!  MWAHAHAHA!  *cough*  *cough*  Um, yes…

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz.  Damn.  Sucks for me.  I don't own anyone who might get a guest appearance and I am in no way responsible for their behavior.  Heh…  I own all my dumb ideas, so steal them and my rabid hyenas will come after you.  ^_^  Since this is a random humor fic, OOC-ness is to be expected at times, but I'll try to keep 'em in character.  And thanks to Lilly-chan for a certain idea!  ^^

Weiss Kreuz Internet Support Hotline

"God, what did we ever do to deserve this?"

 "MISTER God cannot see the future like I can!"

"Crawford, I know what you REALLY think about this fanfic…"

 "This fanfic hurts God…"

            "Welcome to the Schwarz Internet Support Hotline…I know who you are, where you're calling from, and what your children are doing right now."  Schuldig said, hanging up the phone for the seventeenth time.

            He leaned back in his fun, executive-like chair as Crawford walked into the room.

            "Did you just hang up on someone else?" he asked in a rather monotonous monotone.

            The bored look on Schuldig's face told him everything.  So Crawford did his little bitch-slapping trick, which wasn't very nice.  But he was saved from punishment when Nagi burst into the room.

            "Um…I was just informed by someone who hacked into the computer system…it wasn't me, it was someone else…" Nagi lied very badly, "That a certain person in this room has been viewing…BAD PICTURES!"

            Everyone gasped in shock and horror.

            "Bad pictures?  Whoever could that be?  Nagi, you dirty child!  Crawford, can we tie him up with Farfie tonight?" Schuldig asked.

            Nagi glared at Schuldig.  Crawford glared at Schuldig.  Farfie, for no reason, popped in, hanging from the ceiling.  He, too, glared at Schuldig.  Schu was about to glare back when…

            RRRRING!

            Crawford grabbed the phone before Schuldig could even move to pick it up.  "Hello? This is Brad…"

But because I'm lazy and WAY too happy over this fic, this is all you get for now!

Who will be on the phone?

Is Nagi looking at dirty pictures and blaming Schu?

How can Farfie do that fun 'pop-down-from-the-ceiling' trick?

Will anyone sing image songs?  I like image songs!

Why are image songs so much fun?

Why can't I copy and paste this damn fanfic into an AIM window?

BECAUSE GOD SAID SO!

Which proves Farfie's theory that this fanfic hurts God…

Why does this fanfic hurt God?

BECAUSE FARFIE SAID SO!

Why did Farfie…  Oh, forget it!

Will I move my lazy ass and write a new chapter soon?  You bet!  ^^

Will you review, or what?