A/N: Okay, I currently have writer's block for He Loves His Wine, but I am working on the (technically) first chapter of The Concept of Normality. This is just a short drabble, that wouldn't make any sense, regardless of whether you were actually me or not -sweat drops-, but please review after reading this!

Disclaimer: I own Death Note. No I'm actually a compulsive liar. I don't own Death Note, but I seriously wish I did...

Warning: Upcoming: Nonsense, profanity(possibly), and utter stupidity. And because I have no idea how I should rate this, I'm saying T.

Just like any other day in Wammy's orphanage, Matt and Mello had 'somehow' gotten into trouble. Again.

Now Rodger had gotten so fed up with these two antics that he had asked L to choose the punishment instead.

"Please Ryuuzaki, these two will not listen to me, but I know they will listen to you! So, just choose a punishment, and they'll do it on their own free will!" Rodger begged.

"I am their role model, and I will not betray them by punishing them for... What did they do again?" L asked.

"They tried selling Near on Ebay." Rodger replied.

"Well, they did not succeed in selling him, correct?" L asked.

"No, but that's really no-" L cut Rodger off, "Then no harm done."

"L, think about what your saying! It's human trafficking!" Rodger agitatedly yelled.

"Fine. They will both write a poem about one thing they like." L replied.

"I hardly think tha-" Again, L cut him off, "It's punishment, I assure you."

"Alright. I will go tell them." Rodger hung up the phone.

"That's all we had to do! I mean seriously, L must really favor us over Near." Mello exclaimed.

"Don't get your hopes up. You know he's working on a case right now. Something about a 'Kira'..." Matt dragged off.

"Well either way, all we have to do is write a stupid poem."

"Hey, Mel?"

"Hmm?"

"What rhymes with Jello?"

"Dude are you serious?"

"What?"

"You can hack Rodger's computer, and yet you can't think of what rhymes with 'Jello'?"

"Well, Mel, I'm multitasking." He pointed at his gameboy. "It's kind of hard to think clearly when I have to jump over those stupid fire things..."

"Well, yellow, fellow, bellow, hello, cello, and me."

"Mel, are you stupid? 'Me' does not rhyme with Jello."

"Of course you don't, but I do."

"Mel, seriously, how did you even get second in line?"

"Hey!"

"Well I'm just saying, 'me' does not rhyme with Jello, and neither does 'I'."

"Yes I do!" Mello exclaimed.

"Are you delirious?"

"Fine, don't believe me. We can just go ask Near."

"Near, don't I rhyme with 'Jello'?" Mello asked.

"Depends."

"On what?" Matt and Mello asked.

"Whether you meant the word 'me', or your name."

"I meant my name, dumb ass."

"Then yes, Mello does rhyme with 'Jello'."

"Told you!"

"..."

"Exactly." Near said.

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"Nothing Mello." Near replied.

"He means that your a spastic idiot."

"WHAT!?"

"Mello, don't play stupid, you heard what Matt said."

"You know what!? You're both stupid. I'm going to find Hal, because she's the only one here besides me that isn't a dumb shit like you two!"

Like his sanity, Mello went away.

A/N: This is what happens when I'm extremely sore, and extremely hyper.