Well, here ya go. Lots of end notes, so we won't talk much up here. Enjoy!

Chapter 2? Yeah, 2: Shaken Confidence.

"Wake up!" Ranma grunted, rolling sideways away from the pushing hand. "Re-Ranma, wake up!" She tried to roll again, but this time her tormentor went for another course of action, lifting the mattress and pitching her onto the floor.

"What was that for, ya uncute…" the redhead demanded indignantly, poking her head out of the pile of blankets she was laying in.

"And I thought I looked good today," Ms. Asuka replied, putting a hand on her hip in an over the top pose.

"...Huh?" Ranma blinked rapidly a few times, before memory of the previous day came back. Looking down at her left hand, the mark and ring were still there. "Uh, morning Ms. Asuka," she said, looking blearily up at the older woman.

"Well, you still sleep like you always have," the brunette sighed. "I don't suppose you remembered anything?"

Ranma shook her head, the other's hopeful expression crumbling. "Uh, sorry…" she mumbled in the awkward silence that followed.

Ms. Asuka took a breath. "Don't worry about it; you should get ready for school."

"Look, um, Ms. Asuka," Ranma started cautiously. "I should really…" She stopped for a moment, thinking. Kasumi, when she'd called, hadn't known who she was. Would anyone else? If she left now and tried to just go home, what would she find? "I… need to call someone," she burst out.

The brown haired woman blinked. "Do you need to use the house phone, or…" she asked, confused. Ranma only reached over to the bed stand and picked up her cell phone before dialing the operator.

"Nodoka Saotome, Nerima district," she said clearly. After several clicking sounds and a few rings, someone picked up.

"Hello?" the Saotome matriarch asked.

"Hi," Ranma replied, her voice slightly high with nervousness. "I'm looking for Genma Saotome?"

"Is this about one of his… arrangements?" the woman's voice had abruptly gone from polite to resigned.

Ranma groaned. She hadn't recognized her voice. "Not exactly," she replied. "My… uh, father trained with him and I…"

"Mom? Who is it?" a male voice came from the background.

"Who's that?" the redhead asked, her face going pale.

"Oh, that's my son, Ranma," Nodoka replied, happy again.

"I-is it," the redhead in question stuttered. "Can I talk to him? I… haven't seen him in a while."

"Oh, certainly," Nodoka said, and then everything became muffled as if she were cupping the phone's receiver.

"Hello?" a gruff male voice came on a few seconds later. "Who is this?"

"Ryu…" Ranma growled. "What in the hell do ya think you're doing?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about, who is this again?" the man asked, though he sounded a bit rattled.

"You know exactly what I'm talkin' about Ryu Kumon, now answer the question!"

"Mom, I gotta take this call upstairs," the man said.

"Oh my, well have fun, my manly son," Nodoka said in the background, sounding far too cheerful.

The line went silent for a few moments, before the man growled, "How do you know who I really am?"

"No, I ask the questions first," Ranma shot back. "Why are you still pretending to be m.. to be Ranma? Didn't you find the scroll?"

"I found it," Ryu confirmed, sounding just a bit freaked out. "I'm still here because… look never mind why I'm still here."

"If you don't give me a damned good reason," Ranma growled, "I'm gunna make sure she finds out who you are and she'll probably try and hack your nuts off with her katana."

"Rei!" Ms. Asuka exclaimed, shocked. "You shouldn't be talking to someone like that over the phone!"

"So your name is Rei, eh?" Ryu asked. "Another girl Saotome ripped off, I'd guess. As for why I'm still here… Look, don't get her involved. You want to go after Saotome or his kid, be my guest, but this lady's been through a lot. Not really sure she's mentally stable, given how fast she accepted me as Ranma despite the fact we don't look at all alike."

"So… they never showed up, then?" Ranma swallowed a lump in her throat.

"Not yet, no," Ryu replied. "Given the number of engagement promises the old man made, I'm going to skin him alive when he gets here, though. I got two girls chasing after me right now, and Mo, erm, Nodoka insisting that I should go for both."

"Poor you," Ranma drawled unsympathetically. "Thanks for the information."

"Wait!" Ryu interrupted. "You're not going to…"

"No," Ranma said reluctantly. "I'll keep quiet."

"Well, um, good hunting with Saotome and his kid," Ryu replied, relieved.

"Thanks," Ranma said before hanging up the phone.

"I take it your conversation didn't go well?" Ms. Asuka asked, from where she sat on the bed.

Ranma began disentangling herself from the sheets. "Coulda gone worse."

"What did you find out?" the older woman asked, cautiously.

"I never went to Nerima," the redhead said. "It doesn't make sense, though. I only met Kumon when I was livin' there."

"So what will you do now?"

"I dunno what's going on," Ranma replied, "But… well, things seem to be goin' more your way than mine where reality's concerned right now." She subconsciously rubbed the ring on her left middle finger. "Guess I'm goin' to school."

Ms. Asuka blinked. "I… did not expect you to go with that."

"Got some people there I wanna talk to, anyways," Ranma explained.

The brunette nodded. "Then you should really get cleaned up and dressed, breakfast is on the table."

HR.

Ranma had to give this school one thing. You could be bored out of your mind and watching things other than the teacher much more easily, as the completely glass-enclosed classroom made student watching an easy task. On the other hand, she wanted to stab whoever invented the chairs with one of their back bars.

Fortunately, she'd been ignored by most of her classmates when she'd arrived. Apparently Rei hadn't been very social in school. The class's rumor mill had mostly been wondering about the disappearance of Mami, who shared her home room. Trying to distract herself from another whispered theory from someone a few seats back, she caught a glimpse of pink out of the corner of her eye and tracked it to Madoka, who was walking next to a blue haired girl, the other gesticulating wildly as the pink haired girl just nodded reluctantly.

'I guess she's taking it a little hard,' Ranma thought, before smacking herself on the side of the head. The girl had seen her friend get squashed into a puddle of blood. Hell, the only reason Ranma herself hadn't lost her lunch right then was because of her training, and it was actually sort of a close thing. 'Maybe I should go see how she's doing at lunch?'

She was jolted out of her thoughts by a tap on the shoulder. "You'd better answer," a male voice whispered from behind her. "She's gunna burst a blood vessel."

"Miss Asuka!" the teacher burst out, glaring at the redhead. "I asked you a question."

"Oh, uh…" Ranma scratched the back of her neck. "What was the question again?" She tried to ignore the several snickering students around her.

"I asked if it's a good idea to set a friend up with a blind date, then complain that she has high standards when the man is a total swine!" the teacher demanded.

"I….. uh, what?" Ranma asked, bewildered. "... no, I guess…. not?"

"Exactly!" the older woman yelled, pacing in front of the class and writing the word "STANDARDS" on the board in English. "Do yourselves a favor, girls, ALWAYS have standards. I speak from experience here!"

"Um… teacher," Ranma interrupted. "What does this have to do with English?"

"Ouch, bad call dude," the male student behind her whispered.

"It's an important life lesson for all you girls!" the teacher said, and then aimed the long pointer she carried at the middle of the class, making a wide gesture back to the word on the whiteboard. "You boys should remember it, too. Someone who decided to 'settle' ended up getting married to my bum of a brother, and what did he do? Ran off with their kid twelve years ago! No-chan's just lucky that Ranma came back. As for that no-good older brother of mine? Probably somewhere in Mexico by now!"

Ranma's head slumped to her desk. "Of course she's related to Pop," she muttered sourly as Ms. Saotome's rant continued.

HR.

"Hey, mind if I sit here?" Madoka looked up to see a red haired girl standing across the lunch table from her, a heavily loaded platter in her hands.

"N-no, not at all!" she stammered.

Ranma nodded, setting her tray down and taking a seat. "Wanted to see how you were holdin' up," she explained.

"Me?" Madoka asked, surprised. "I'm fine."

"You saw your friend die two days ago, you ain't fine," the redhead said, bluntly. Madoka flinched back as if she had been slapped. "Okay maybe I shouldn't've said it like that," Ranma admitted.

The pink haired girl gulped. "It's… hard to think about," she started. "I keep thinking that if I'd just contracted and helped…"

"You don't know that," Ranma started hurriedly. "I mean, powers seem kinda random. Not really sure where I got a tonfa and shields from. For all you know, you coulda contracted and not gotten anything that would help her."

Madoka looked down, fidgeting with the bow on the front of her shirt. "So… even with magic I might be useless?"

"No, that… well okay, that is what I said, but I was just guessing," Ranma said rapidly, waving her hands in negation. "It's just… I charged into that place tryin' to help, and I'm pretty strong." She puffed up slightly in pride. "I'm the best martial artist in Nerima." She then let out some of her breath. "Turns out, chi based martial arts are the worst possible thing to use on those witches, and I didn't know. So I go in desperately tryin' to help, and…"

"You did, though!" Madoka exclaimed. "You fought the witch!"

"I helped somethin, all right," Ranma returned. "Didn't you hear the squirrel? Only reason that thing was able to make that attack that killed your friend is because I fed it so much energy. The old man said a lot of stupid stuff…. I just never thought 'Martial artists must protect the weak' would be one of the dumb ones."

"It's not!" Madoka burst out, reaching across the table and grabbing one of Ranma's hands. "Mami believed in it, too. She said that some magical girls don't, that they just fight each other for territory, but she stopped witches because she didn't want them to hurt anyone."

Ranma laughed. "Thought I was supposed to be cheerin' you up?"

"That's why you came here?" Madoka asked. At Ranma's nod, she continued, "You helped, really! I mean, it's good to have someone to talk to about it. No one else knows, and Mami lived alone…"

"Yeah," Ranma said uncertainly. "Well, I'm probably gunna stay around for a while. At least 'till I get all the witches. If that's what that girl was doing, I guess I've gotta finish up."

"What would you do after that?" Madoka asked.

Ranma pondered for a moment. "Try and figure out what the squirrel did to me so I can reverse it and unlock my curse."

Madoka tilted her head curiously. "Is your 'curse' the thing that made you turn from a boy to a girl in the Labyrinth?" At Ranma's nod, she continued, "Does that mean… you were originally a boy and can't turn back?"

"Figured it out that fast, huh?" Ranma shrugged. "Squirrel did specify it was 'magical girl,' so I almost expected it."

"That's horrible!" Madoka exclaimed.

Ranma waved her hand. "It's happened before. Like I said, all I've gotta do is beat up these witches, find where they're coming from and stop it or whatever, and I can go find a solution."

A voice cut in as Ranma was raising a spoonful of soup to her mouth. "That would be a good plan if witches ever stopped." She looked up to see Homura standing at the end of the table.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Do you know how many witches there are in the world?" Homura asked, walking towards the two and stopping behind Madoka. "By now there are hundreds of thousands, and more are created every day."

"Th… that many?" Madoka's face paled slightly.

"The other flaw," Homura raised one finger, "is the average life expectancy of a magical girl. Mami Tomoe was one of the longest lived ones I'd ever heard of, and she lived about three years. One I know of… lived five minutes."

"I'm startin' to agree with the squirrel," Ranma said, Madoka too busy looking appalled at the new information to comment. "How DO you know so much about this? Was that your wish or something?"

"If you chose not to believe me, it's your decision," Homura replied."I'm just telling you how things are."

"If… if that's true," Madoka finally spoke up, "Why didn't you help Mami? If there are so many witches to fight, and magical girls die so often, why don't you work together? Why do so many of you fight?"

"You wouldn't understand-" Homura started.

"I wouldn't understand unless I become a magical girl, is that it?" Madoka interrupted, her eyes beginning to fill with tears.

"No!" Homura lowered her voice as a few nearby students turned to look at her. "You wouldn't understand then, either."

"I just don't know why you two won't work together. I don't want either of you to die," Madoka said, her voice quavering. "I don't know you very well, but you both seem like good people."

"Look," Ranma shrugged. "I've got no problem with working together, myself. If these were fights with other people I might, but these witches need to be put down."

"You're just as naive as she was," Homura said flatly, "and not nearly as powerful." She then turned and walked away.

"No…" Madoka said, quietly, before Ranma patted her on the hand.

"Don't worry about it," the redhead assured. "For some reason I seem to be able to tell when she's getting in a fight. I can help her out whether she wants it or not."

"Hey, I finally got that pudding I wanted!" the blue haired girl who had been talking to Madoka before called as she walked towards the table carrying her own lunch tray. "The line was so long I started eating my beef bowl already." She caught sight of Ranma and blinked. "Hey Madoka, who's this?"

"Oh, um Sayaka, this is Ranma," Madoka said, gesturing to the two. "I met her a couple of days ago."

"Hmm…" the new girl peered closely into Ranma's face. "You aren't the one who made Madoka cry, are you?"

"Hey, I told you that wasn't important," the pink haired girl said quickly.

"Of course it's important!" Sayaka replied. "After all, I'll protect you with my life!"

Madoka giggled. "Sayaka, stop that. You don't want to freak out Hitomi again, do you?"

"Aw, but the look on her face was great," Sayaka responded, sliding onto the bench next to her friend. "So is this one of those things where you bullied Madoka, but then her sweet and pure heart made you a good guy?"

"What?" Ranma asked flatly.

"You read way too many manga," the aforementioned girl waved off her friend. "We just share some interests, that's all."

"You two…" Sayaka looked between the redhead and the pink haired girl. "Unless it's mutual lamentations on being short, I don't see it."

"We both like... magical girls!" Madoka improvised.

"Yeah, um, they're really cool," Ranma chipped in, failing miserably at sounding enthusiastic.

Sayaka seemed to miss this. "Magical girls are overrated," she rolled her eyes. "Give me super sentai any day."

"And you wonder why everyone thinks you're a tomboy," Madoka said, evidently happy to move the conversation on.

"I don't wonder, I'm proud of it," Sayaka replied as the bell chimed. "What?" she asked, looking up at the clock. "But I haven't even really started my pudding yet! Stupid line!"

HR.

"You sure about this?" Ranma asked as the car turned onto the highway.

"It's fine," the older woman responded, expertly shifting through gears. "I called in sick for the week after what happened on Saturday. Besides, I've always had a sort of morbid curiosity about Nerima ever since that really jittery ambulance driver showed up."

The two fell into silence, Ranma watching the cars go by and thinking things over for a while before speaking again. "I gotta ask," she started, "Why're you being so calm and helpful about this? I mean, I've caught you slippin'; you still think I'm Rei."

"Not quite right," the brown haired woman replied. "I think you're the same person, at least the same body. I understand that you think you're someone else. I'm just used to calling you Rei."

"I guess," Ranma looked uncertain. Seeing this, the woman continued.

"When I took Rei in, we tried to find out what had happened to her. We went to every doctor I could think of and afford, but none of them had any idea. Hell, Dr. Shinbo was the only one who found out everything about her and didn't freak out, either asking us never to come back or if she would submit to a 'full examination.'"

"Did they find anything?" Ranma asked, resisting the urge to shudder at the older woman's last words.

"Absolutely nothing," she explained. "Well, they found a lot of things. More scar tissue and healed breaks than a forty year boxer, stupid amounts of endurance, but apparently your brain was perfectly normal. They said there was no indication of what happened, or if it would ever reverse itself or get worse. I've always had this thought in the back of my mind, 'What if she wakes up one day and doesn't know who I am?' or 'What if she tells me she knows who her real family are and wants to go home?'"

"Oh," Ranma focussed her eyes intently on the dashboard. "I guess this wasn't really good news for you, huh?"

"It's… actually not going as badly as I was afraid it would," Ms. Asuka said. "You haven't accused me of kidnapping you, after all."

"Well, if this is a kidnapping," the redhead began, "it's a lot less annoying than the other ones. At least you didn't try to run me over with a horse."

The driver took her eyes off of the road for a second to give her passenger a flat look. "Are you sure you want to go back to this place?"

"Stuff like that makes it seem worse than it is," Ranma began, catching sight of a sign up ahead that announced they were entering Nerima. "It's…" She suddenly jerked forward, a spray of red leaving her chest. The view out the front window lurched sideways, and she saw Ms. Asuka's horrified face for a fraction of a second before everything went black.

She blinked rapidly when the light burst in on her a few seconds later. "What was that?" the older woman asked, as she found herself sitting in the car once again, nothing out of the ordinary.

Huh?" Ranma grunted dumbly, looking down at the spotless cream uniform shirt she was wearing.

"You said something, but it sounded like you got ahead of your words. Something about worse than something?" the brunette clarified.

"It's not important," Ranma leaned against the window, squinting down the side of the highway as the chimes began in her head, disconcertingly fast. "Stop the car."

"What?" Ms. Asuka's voice sounded incredulous.

"Get to the side of the road and stop the car, now!" Ranma ordered, the "Welcome to Nerima" sign slowly coming into sight in front of her.

"There's a rest stop-"

"NOW!" Ranma's anxiety increased as the sign got closer and closer. Had she passed it in the vision? She wasn't sure. She'd looked away. She let out an explosive breath as the car coasted to a stop on the shoulder of the road, less than twenty meters away. The bells stopped.

"I hope there was a reason for that," Ms. Asuka said, slightly irritable.

"You remember when I jumped off the footbridge?" Ranma asked as she opened the car door.

"And nearly gave me a heart attack, yes," Ms. Asuka responded acidly, following.

"Same reason." the redhead was now cautiously walking forward, her eyes closed.

"What are you doing?" the older woman asked slowly as the younger kept moving.

"Tryin' to figure out…" She was cut off as her left hand suddenly jerked out behind her with her next step. "What the…" she muttered, trying to lower her arm, but it wouldn't move. It was like something was holding her by the hand.

"Are you trying to play some sort of trick on me or something?" Ms. Asuka walked up next to the younger girl, grabbing her arm and trying to move it forward, but it didn't budge.

"No, it's like…. my hand can't move past this… whatever it is," Ranma replied, stepping backwards and freeing the appendage. Pushing it forward several times, it always stopped at the same point.

The older woman grabbed the hand and studied it. "When did you get that ring?" she asked, pointing at the adornment on the redhead's middle finger.

"The ring?" Ranma's eyes widened. "That… might actually be it, yeah." She quickly slipped the jewelry off, and brought it up to the same point while held in her right hand. Obligingly, it seemed to hit a wall in empty air.

"I was actually just asking where you'd gotten it because I'd never seen it before," Ms. Asuka blinked. "So wait, if that had hit this… wall thing… while you were in the car…"

Ranma nodded. "'S why I asked you to stop." Presenting her open palm with the ring in it, she asked, "Hold this."

"Right," the brown haired woman said, but she took the item as though it were radioactive.

Ranma began walking forward, past the previous point of no return as the older woman curiously walked up to it, raising the ring in two fingers and 'banging' it against the invisible wall.

Ranma, for her part, began to feel a bit uneasy as she gained distance. The squirrel had said something about her soul gem during the conversation the night before, that her soul was kept in it during combat, in order to protect it. Her soul was important. A life of meditation on the spirit, when not dodging hungry wolves, had taught her that much, and all of the supernatural weirdness at the Tendo Dojo had reinforced it, but it seemed like she couldn't bring the gem into Nerima. She'd made it about ninety meters from the wall when her uneasiness began to turn to queazyness, and her vision began to blur.

Stopping, she looked back to see Ms. Asuka standing near the 'Welcome to Nerima' sign, looking back nervously. Turning and taking another few steps she fell forward, catching herself on her hands. By this point, it was getting hard to see anything through the haze. "Damn it, squirrel…" she tried to say, but it barely came out as a whisper. She reluctantly began pushing herself backwards, until her vision began to return to her and she could struggle to her feet. Squaring her shoulders, she marched back towards the sign.

"Rei… what's going on?" a very confused Ms. Asuka asked.

"I'm gunna find out," Ranma replied. "Can I get the ring back?"

Ms. Asuka handed it back reluctantly. "You still haven't explained where you got it." Ranma continued not explaining, simply stepping away from the invisible wall and cupping her hands together. She tried to call up her chi, but nothing seemed to happen, which was strange since she'd been able to make the jump the day before. She frowned down at her hands irritably and closed her eyes. Her body felt fine, at least physically, but something strange was going on with her chi. Her body was suffused with it, as per normal, but it wasn't concentrating in her core as she breathed. Instead, it was all in…

"Damn it, squirrel," she muttered for the second time in five minutes, slipping the ring back on her left hand and making a fist, knuckles pointed straight forward. "Moko Takabisha!" she yelled, her eyes opening to see a bright orb of blue power fly from her outstretched fist, exploding when it hit the wall. Holding the ring up to her face, she winced when she saw that the gem embedded in it had darkened slightly. "Not doin' that again," she muttered.

"Before you ask," Ranma said as she walked back to her now gaping audience of one, "that was a chi blast. It's a sort of life energy thing really skilled martial artists can do."

"How good do you have to be to throw energy out of your hand?" the older woman asked, skeptically.

"I'm the best," Ranma replied with a smirk.

"And the ring?"

The redhead scratched the back of her head. "That's a long and stupid story," she started. "Let's just say I made a wish I…" She trailed off, as things clicked rapidly into place. "No one from Nerima… That's it!" She spun to look at the older woman, a wild look in her eye. "I never went near Nerima, no one there remembers me, I can't get back in, that…" Her rapid mental wheel spinning was abruptly stopped as she was wrapped in a hug.

"Rei, calm down. Breathe. What's happening?" Ms. Asuka asked, in a calm, soothing voice.

"I… I only got to Mitakihara a few days ago," the redhead started. "I got involved in a fight that… I couldn't win by myself, and this kid was in danger. I wanted to be able to protect her, but I was also afraid one of these things might attack one of my friends if they tried to get involved, which they always do. I was given one wish, but I wished for the power to protect her, and to keep anyone from Nerima from getting involved."

"And you… are from Nerima," Ms. Asuka said, uncertainly.

Ranma laughed bitterly. "Not anymore."

"That's… pretty hard to believe," the older woman admitted.

"Yeah, well try getting that ring past there," Ranma argued, gesturing at the welcome sign. "And because of how I got the power to win that fight, apparently I can't get too far from the ring."

"I see," the older woman nodded, releasing Ranma and backing up slightly. "What happens if we break the ring? Would that help any?"

Ranma concentrated, causing the ring to flash into the egg-shape of her soul gem. "The squirrel mentioned somethin' about my soul being in here," she explained. "I… don't think breaking it would be smart."

"Your soul? Wait… what's this about a squirrel?" the older woman asked.

"It's not really a squirrel," Ranma shrugged. "Sorta a squirrel-rabbit thing. It makes contracts to create magical girls and is better at hiding the truth than Nabiki."

"I… see," the brown haired woman said faintly.

"I recognize that look in your eyes," Ranma said. "You might wanna stop askin' questions for the night, especially since you're drivin' us home."

The other just mutely nodded before starting back towards the car. "Ms. Asuka?" Ranma said as the two climbed into the vehicle. "Thanks for drivin' me out here."

"Re-Ranma, just call me Suzuka. That way I can pretend I've just got a rebellious daughter rather than the world's gone crazy."

The redhead laughed. "Sure."

END.

Well, Weebee's kinda worried we may have repeated too much exposition due to other parts of conversations being important, but hopefully not. We thank you for the feedback on the first chapter, none of which was "Kill it, Kill it now!" though to the guest who asked a question, we ask that you give some form of contact info in future so that we may reply.

Also, a clarification note. When we said 'we aren't using anything else,' we may have been off a bit, as the witch made of spikes in the first chapter is actually taken from other sources. How it really works is, no plots from other sources will show up. We'll probably use some things, mostly due to our lack of originality, but just because, say, a witch from Oriko or Kazumi Magica shows up doesn't mean you should start wondering when the magical girl killing spree will start.

Now…. "Woah woah woah! What do you two think you're doin?!"

Weebee: Writing the end notes?

Jonakhensu: Finishing up the chapter so we can post it?

Kyoko: No you are not! This bitch has not had a single fucking line! I thought you guys would be treating my character better than that canon stuff.

Homura: Condescending. You aren't listed in the characters listing.

Kyoko: I'm wha… Ranma, Kyubey and Homura? What is this, some sorta harem beastiality fic?

Kyubey: Awriight, I get some hos. I mean… contract?

Weebee: There's special markup for pairings now, y'know. Do you see it up there?

Kyubey: Aw, naaaaw.

Jonakhensu: Don't worry, Kyoko, you should be getting plenty of screentime next chapter… unless this is like the Freaky Fish Guy incident...

Mako Tsunami: I AM NOT A FREAKY FISH GUY!

Weebee: We haven't even WRITTEN a Yu-Gi-Oh fic. Get the hell out!

Mako Tsunami: Please? I need the money…

Kyoko: I keep hearin' about this mythical paycheck, but nothin's shown up.

Jonakhensu: This is getting stupid… has anyone seen Mami?

Charlotte: CHEEEEEEESE!

Floating head of Mami: Help!

Weebee: They're still at it?

Kyoko: I guess she's just good at keeping ahead of the game.

Mami: NOT FUNNY!

Homura: Disapproving with utmost scorn. Can we just end this? She's right, it's not funny.

Weebee: You heard the Elcor, folks. See ya next time!

Charlotte: CHEEEEEEEEEESE!