I don't own Skullgirls. I also have no intention of trying to insert myself into a fanfic I care deeply about... unless it's for a joke/jokes at my expense.

And now, for your consideration, a number on the nature of Brain Drain and Painwheel's relationship:

We all know Brain Drain maintains the mainframe of Wheelie-Pain.

However, if her Highness came with her cane of flame, and Brain Drain became slain

Would Brain Drain's influence wane from the brain of the Wheel of Pain, freeing her of the monster's game?

Could she lay claim to her name, and in life stay sane? What she'd lost, could she regain?

On the other window pane: What if Brain Drain is the thing that keeps Wheelie-Pain in the frame? Here, let me explain: Maybe Brain Drain, the thane of maintained migraines, is the one by whom Painwheel's life force is sustained? If caught by a law enforcer of good character, 'tis a way for Brain Drain's life to remain, and thus keep Carol under his evil reign. Now that would just be hein(ous).

There are many miscellan(eous) things, including ideas I haven't attained. It seems I cannot keep this discussion sustained; my inspiration is starting to wane. In short, we've no way of knowing, rending this ramble of mine inane.

Besides, I must re-attain sleep lost to the rain; the thunder has given me a migraine!

Whew… trying to write tongue-twisters is a real pain. This one has darn-near drained my brain, and I'll bet it's easy for fellow Skull-fans to be sayin'. No matter, I did that for which I came.

Awkward silence fills the room. The attendees of the Maplecrest Junior High School's Poetry Slam all either have raised eyebrows, their faces hidden in their palms, or both. Everyone, that is, except for the unjustifiably over-confident fool on the stage.

"So," Itanu begins with a huge grin on his face, "Am I good? Or am I good?"

This question receives an honest answer... in the form of the Lit Society's leader's cranial symbiote yelling "Boo!" Itanu is led quietly out of the cafeteria. On his way out, Itanu is caught by Mrs. Victoria who punts the self-inserted fan-character in orbit so fast he is teleported back into his room, flying out of the monitor and hitting his bed's head-post.

So once again, the day is saved (from bad essays and even worse self-inserting fanfiction writers), thanks to... Mrs. Victoria!

This is perhaps the most ridiculous and slipshod fanfiction I have ever let myself post. I promise this is the worst thing I shall ever inflict upon the Skullgirls section... and on the whole for that matter.