A/N: Oh. My. Fucking. Gummy bears. S-So many reviews? In so few days? Wow, when I published this, I thought this was going to be one of those stories that just sat there and never got any reviews. Hell, it was only 681 words, and that's including the author's note. But I opened my E-mail this morning, feeling like crap, and BOOM! 18 e-mails from ff. 18. I usually only get 1-9 after I publish something/update it! So many people favorited this and me I almost exploded with happiness and sprinkles C:

BIG HUGS for: XxAmi IzunexX, BriGirl, mattxmello (guest), Diehardoutsider, lolgreeness, Guest, and DarkAngelJudas. This chapter is dedicated to ALL OF YOU!

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Mello is a bitch.

That's right, I just called my own boy-toy a bitch. I saved his life by calling an ambulance last chapter and then he… he… ARGH!

You look confused. What? Because I called him my boy-toy? Were you paying any attention last chapter?

"you get a crazy red-head, ranting about what he knows best: Video games. And Mello's kinks, but that's beside the point."

See? 'Mello's kinks'. Mello+Matt=M rated stuff.

…Don't look at me like that. DON'T YOU JUDGE ME!

…Moving on.

Back to what Mello did. That bastard! He did the most evil, heartless, unforgivable thing known to mankind! And to penguins, which is saying something because they are sick twisted creatures. I mean, have you SEEN them fight over a fish? It's a terrible image.

Cue flashback.

I walked into Mello's hospital room. Opening the door revealed a blonde man-lady lying in a hospital bed with a laptop in front of him. Wait… A laptop?

"Hey Mells." I greeted. "What are you doing?"

He turned his head toward me with an evil grin on his face. "Oh, you'll see. Just come here and you'll soon find out…" He muttered evilly. Ok, I was not liking where this was going. They don't allow patients to carry weapons, do they?

"Ok…" I complied by kneeling down by the side of his bed and looking at the computer screen. Looks like he's playing Sims 3. Well, nothing too dangerous there. "What did you wanna show me, Mells?" I asked.

He smirked. "My vengence." Uh oh. He proceeded to bring a sim that looked exactly like me into the basement where we had our awesome pool and shove him in. Then, he removed all of the ladders in the pool so virtual me was stuck.

"No, Mello, put the ladders back! I'll die!"

He just laughed manically like the sadistic mafia boss he is as my character drowned on screen.

End of flashback.

You see? Do you see what that monster did to digital me? It was horrible! I couldn't look away so I just sat there and watched myself drown.

That happened last week, and I'm still having nightmares. *shudder* I may never go swimming again…

But luckily for all of my fans out there I got back at Mello through the Sims world as well. All I had to do was enter the code that let you give you sim phobias and gave virtual Mihael Keehl a phobia of leather, cats, girls, trees and chocolate. Then I just sat back and let the breakdowns begin.

Life is good.

A/N: Not much of a rant on games this time, but hey, it was about a game. And everyone knows that the Sims games are best for torturing little digital people more so than anything else. :)

Now review my pretties, review ;)