A/N: Man it's been awhile, but I am back! Please read and rate and leave a review if you liked this chapter! Enjoy!
" My, this is the greatest thing since sliced bread!" Exclaimed Matilda. " Except for there being two Penny's."
" For the last time, I am not a woman!" Pennywell yelled. Penny growled at Matilda.
" Oooooh, touch-y." Myrnin tutted.
Meanwhile, Amaury, Amelie, Olivia and Oliver were in a deep discussion about something boring. The Glass House Gang(s?) were fascinated at how their lives weren't different in the least and that their personalities remained in check. Then Morley walked in.
" Hell…." Morley took look at the scene before him. "… Oh?" Confused he went to talk to Oliver but this Oliver had bigger boobs.
" Oliver, darling, I know you felt like you were trapped but a sex change? Really?"
Of course it was Olivia Morley had found, and not Oliver. But they both slapped him anyway. Morley held his slightly pink cheek with his hand.
" Well I didn't know, did I!" He protested. " No one tells me anything!"
" It's because you're not a main character, Morley." Snapped Pennywell.
" You're not wanted, go back to beg in the streets." Added Penny. They both looked at eachother and nodded their approval of eachother's digs at Morley.
" But neither are you!" Morley pointed at Pennywell and then at Penny. " Or the manly lady. How do you do, miss?" Morley bowed formally to Penny, who looked away in disgust.
The Portal, that had been left open all this time, shimmered as a head popped through.
" Guys?" It was a woman with short, curly brown hair. " You left this door thing open and forgot my Mayoral Cemermony…."
Everyone's attention went to the Portal.
" Oh, shit. Why didn't we close it?" Olivia hissed. " Now we have more than eleven fools in a room. Stake me now."
The woman in the portal stepped all the way through, showing her ragged and dirty clothes. Morley stepped forward.
" Miss, what on Earth happened to you?" He exclaimed.
" Oh, saving the world and whatnot for some ungrateful swines, again." She sighed. " It gets awfully tiring, you know?"
" Yes." Morley said, on the brink of tears. " Yes I do."
" Oh God," Sighed Amaury. " Break out the hankerchiefs everybody, it's an over-dramatic overload."
" What is your name, kind sir?" Asked the woman.
" Morley. And you?"
" Molly."