A/N Hey guys! Finally got this chapter up. Jesus I'm lazy.

If you guys have anything funny (I don't care what it's about- bacon, erasers, wings, funny sex jokes, funny blond jokes, rabid squirrels, rabid squirrels attacking sparkly vampires- whatever) please post it, I love funny stuff and I love putting funny stuff into my stories!

Thanks and….

Disclaimer: Gosh I wish I owned MR (and Iggy, for that matter)

I kid you not! The mother-freaking roof just went POOF!

Oh look, I made a poem!

I shall call it, Fang's poem of epicness!

But let's get back to the roof disappearing. After the roof was yanked off of the house, millions (once again, I'm not even joking) of erasers jumped in, ninja style. About twenty of them ganged up on each of us separately. I kicked my first ten eraser's asses pretty good, but then more kept on coming, flooding the kitchen (in fact, most of them were crowd surfing).

I turned to where Max had been standing, but I couldn't see an inch past me. I felt something pound in my gut and I could feel blood dribbling down my chin.

I hope the others were doing better than I was because these erasers had to be on steroids or something. They could really pack a punch!

I don't know how long we were fighting. Could have been just a minute, maybe it was days, but the whole time was agony. The first erasers were just bait, old erasers they didn't need anymore. The ones who were clobbering us now must have been on super steroids or something because- damn these guys were strong!

Maybe they sparkle in the sunlight…

…...

First thing I thought when I woke up: am I in heaven?

Because, although it was dark, I immediately noticed that Max's head was in my lap. Not in that kind of way, but you know…it was still there.

But then again, Nudge's foot was in my face, Gazzy's arm was basically wrapped around my neck, and I had a feeling it was Angel's legs I was crushing beneath my back.

Yeah, that's the first thing I noticed. Just goes to show how much testosterone can be found in the male body these days.

And then all of a sudden (you're going to learn to hate it when I say "all of a sudden"), a bright light flashed on, basically blinding me for the rest of my life.

Which reminds me of Iggy. I really hope they didn't realize he wasn't with us when they attacked us.

I mean, what other winged pyromaniac is supposed to save our asses from this place? Exactly.

When my eyes finally adjusted I found a most horrifying sight.

It was not Max's head in my lap, but Gazzy's.

And it was not Angel's legs I was crushing, but Max's.

And she wasn't too happy about this arrangement.

Well, to be honest, neither was I.

Max struggled to get up when the room we were in lurched to the right and we tumbled into the wall.

Talk about OW! I mean, I was already bruised enough, being totally massacred by those EODs (erasers of doom).

A holographic screen blipped to life across from us. On it was an old man with kind, but stern eyes, "Sorry 'bout that," he smiled. I think he was a brit, only brits have an accent that cool, "Sorry 'bout that," he repeated, clearing his throat, "This plane is kind of cheap."

We were on a plane? This whole time?

The room lurched again and I was overcome with a nauseating feeling down in the pit of my stomach.

Yes, we were definitely on a plane.

"I'll be sure to pay the pilot better next time," he chuckled, as if it were actually funny or something, "Oh, and sorry we had to send in generation C, we didn't know it would be that...easy," his eyes ran over our bloody, bruised bodies, when suddenly, confusion flooded his face, "I thought there were six of you."

We all looked around, and he was correct! Iggy was missing! He must be safe back at home!

Good. The first thing he does after rescuing us is blow up this plane. I really don't like it.

Seriously? Where are all those false-smiling flight attendants and, "Where is my shrimp cocktail?"

I can't believe I actually said that out loud.

Yeah, I said it out loud!

I am the biggest retard in the history of retards!

The brit looked even more confused now, "Shrimp cocktail…?"

Max smiled, covering for me, "Sorry, he hasn't taken his meds today. But that's not important- who the crap are you?"

Obviously, this guy must have assumed we were well-mannered or something because he looked pretty surprised when Max said that, "Excuse me?"

"You heard me- who the crap are you?"

Mr. Brit didn't look so happy now, "That's not for you to know!"

The hologram disappeared and the lights flickered out.

Wake me up when Iggy's blown the place up, please.