"B"

All was calm in the Wammy house. Until…..Mello happened. Matt was calmly playing one of his many video games when out of the blue, Mello stormed into his room and flopped onto his bed.

"What's up?" Matt addressed the chocolate addicted teen.

"Nothing…" Mello started, "Except that Near should disappear…In the Bermuda Triangle, because it's stupid. Everyone thinks that it's haunted or something but really it's just the plants there that give off gasses that messes everything up. And why is it a triangle? Triangles are such a low class shape. It should be the Bermuda Octagon! Eight sides is so better then three……." He stopped for a moment and closed his eyes. "And what kind of name is Bermuda anyways? It sounds like Bermuda shorts…Or like a barracuda….But those are cool and Bermuda isn't. Do you want to know the main reason why Bermuda isn't cool? Because I've never been there!" Mello huffed and put his arms behind his head.

Matt started to chuckle under his breath. "What's wrong Matt?" Mello asked.

"It's just…." Matt started laughing loudly, "You rhymed!"

"Huh?"

"Near…..disappear…Classic..." Matt laughed for a bit more, "You're a poet and you didn't even know it!" He continued on with his untamed laughter.

"Great…another nut case. You should be sent to a bedlam!"

"What's a bedlam?" Matt asked.

"You're supposed to be a genius and you don't even know what a bedlam is? You and your mediocre vocabulary…..A bedlam is an olden insane asylum."

Matt gave him a questioning look. "Do you by any chance read a dictionary for fun?"

"Ye…..No! Who do you think I am….Near?" He rolled his eyes. "But anyways, back to bedlams, they're nut houses. Do you know who should go there? Raito, that's who, Raito keeps talking to himself like there's another person around him that knows something we don't….Maybe he's mental. We could take him there so we can see what a nut house really looks like inside. We could run into the walls and not be hurt….Because they're padded! Or would there even be any bedlams around considering it's an olden day one….and that would mean that there would be no padded walls….oh well….it's still fun to say…bedlam, bedlam bedlam bedlam. Lams are probably as soft as a bed. But even I wouldn't have thought to put the two words together……"

Matt didn't say anything, but instead his stomach gave a loud growl.

Mello heard his stomach and asked, "What's for supper tonight?"

Matt answered simply with "Beans."

"Beans? Why beans? They're stupid and they make you fart."

"What? They make you fart?"

"Haven't you ever heard the song? Beans beans the magical fruit, the more you eat the more you toot. The more toot the better you feel so eat some beans with every meal! But why would someone eat beans with every meal if it made them fart? It's not like farting actually makes you feel better. Its not like someone could come up to you and say 'I'm sorry your mom just died' and then you fart and feel better. It just doesn't work that way. How could they have made a song about such a useless food?"

Just as Mello finished his tirade about beans, the lunch bell suddenly started ringing. Matt jumped up off his bed and yelled "YAY!!! BEANS!! I GET TO FART!!!!'