Derek: Hey, there, must tell you this is actually BASED on a true story. Man, I loved that bus ticket…

Eric: That was quite, um, interesting… Well, hope you get as much fun and laughs from a bus ticket as we did.

Derek: Hell yeah. (Salutes)

Eric: Oh, in this, Silas is based on the one and only Derek, and Bishop Aringarosa is based on me.

Derek: (wild grin) Enjoy!

Silas' Hilarious Antics, Chapter Four.

"Where the heck has Silas got to? I've looked for him EVERYWHERE!" the Bishop cried in desperation. Aringarosa was waiting for his boy friend- I mean Silas (Derek and Eric: look shifty) by the bus stop.

The pair were on their way to the Vatican, important business, you know. However, Silas was nowhere…

"Bishop!" Bishop heard Silas call from behind him. The Bishop spizzed round (spizzed: Whizzed and span mixed together.)

"Silas! Where the heck have you BEEN!" he half-shouted at the albino, who cowered. He stood back up tall, before trying to regain his cool…

"Corporal Mortification called." Said Silas attempting to sound tough.

"Very good. Now, we MUST catch this bus! It'll be here soon!"

"Ooh, the bus is AWESOME! Have you ever been on a bus before, your Bishopyness?"

"I told you not to call me that…" His Bishopyness glowered.

The bus soon arrived and Silas could not contain his joy. "The bus, the bus, the bus! This is gonna be WICKED!"

The doors hissed open, and Silas darted onboard, pushing an elderly lady off the stairs.

They both stared at her, guiltily. "Um, I'm pretty sure she was a Satanist, anyway…" Silas mumbled.

They put their money on the tray and a ticket popped out of the printer-thing. Silas admired it. "That's GOT to be pixie magic." He ripped the ticket out…t'is the beginning of something…different…

Aringarosa laughed, "It's just a ticket, Silas. They have them on all buses."

"Aww, man. It's such a cool ticket though…can I keep it? Oh please Bishop! Can I, can I, can I?"

"Fine, but don't get attached to it, like you did that pebble we found at the airport. It'll just end in tears…"

They climbed the stairs. Silas being very careful about where he stepped…there ARE pixies on buses you know (they live under the stairs). They sat down and Silas became uncomfortably silent.

"What's the matter, Silas? I thought you liked the bus?"

"Hey, Bishop-dude, I do. It's just this bus ticket…it's…amazing."

"Erm, I'm glad you like it?"

Silas didn't reply.

A while later, the bishop began falling asleep. It was a hot day and the Bishop was sat in his robes. Man, he was hot. (Lol! Eric: Thanks!)

The bishop was jolted awake by a sudden outburst from Silas.

"Bishop! Bishop! Look what I did!"

Half afraid to open his eyes, Aringarosa said a quick prayer before squinting at the hyper albino.

The Bishop stared.

"You like it? His name is Joseph."

"Um, that's, er, nice... What is it?"

"It's a new pet of mine. I made it with this new technique I learned in prison. It's called Origaaaaa…..meeee. I think. This is my new PET! It's a pole rat. With a fang."

"Just the one fang, I see… Silas, you folded your bus ticket into a 'pole rat' shape didn't you?"

"Well, I'm not very good at Origami. It WAS a small, fat worm to begin with. Then he grew and became a snake. Then he morphed into a pole rat. Now THAT's what you called Evolution!"

"If we believed in evolution… which we obviously don't… really! Anyway, why are its arms and legs bent backwards?"

"I TOLD you, Origami is not one of my strong points. Besides, use your imagination." Silas waved Joseph in front of the Bishops eyes. "Don't you think he's sexy?"

"Um, I've never seen anything sexier in my life. Now, do you think that Joseph might like to have a new adventure? What about we drop him off in a bin somewhere?"

"Well, ONE, Joseph is mine. TWO, Joseph hates adventures and THREE, Joseph hates bins. Bins are stinky." Silas then proceeded in making the paper pole rat 'pole dance'. "You see, Bishopy-boo, that's WHY they are called Pole rats. Wow, Joseph, you keep those moves a'comin'!"

The Bishop stared again. "Maybe Joseph wants to settle down with a female pole rat. Maybe he could find one here, if we leave him when we get off."

"Joseph is gay. God, Bish, can't you tell? He ONLY has ONE fang, that means he's gay."

"Don't blaspheme, and DEFINATELY never call me 'Bish' again."

"Fair do, keep your lack of hair on." (That's not MEANT to make sense.)

The Bishop scowls.

The bus comes to a halt outside the Vatican and Silas hops of the bus with Joseph perched floppily on his shoulder. He wasn't a very lively little pole rat, after all.

"Silas, you leave that ticket either on the bus, or in the bin."

"Aww, darn, why? Do you think the Pope will like him?"

"Silas you CANNOT take that pole dancing, poorly applied use of Origami made, paper bus ticket in the shape of a deformed pole rat into the Vatican!"

Silas grinned.

"Just you watch me!"

Silas prances away happily.

"Oh dear" sighs the Bishop. "I dread to think WHAT the Pope will think…"

To be continued…

Derek: Joseph was such a cool pole rat.

Eric: Uh, yeah. (Darn Joseph, stealing my man!)

Derek: (stares in bewilderment and edges away slowly) Okaaaaaay. (gulps) Hope you enjoyed the first part of this chapter…What will the Pope think?

Eric: Even the wisest cannot tell… watched too much Lord of The Rings, sorry…

Derek: (rolls eyes) Anyways, we hope to update this soon! (salutes)

Eric: wOOt! We're off to a barbeque now. See you! … xxx (couldn't resist)

Derek: Aww, Eric, your gayness is showing again…