A/N: Hi!

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Welcome to the next-

*is interrupted by the sound of a gigantic drill*

chapter of the talk show!

*another explosion*

Sorry, I have to check this out, enjoy the story!

*runs towards the noise*

Who are you guys!? Wait a second, is that a sack and a roll of duct tape?

*another explosion goes off*

Leo was chillaxing, resting up for another episode of the talk show, when the author barged into the room. He was yanking what looked like duct tape off his arms and legs, and he was clutching a sack in his hand.

Leo smiled, finally someone smart enough to know not to come here. "Whassup?" he asked pleasently, the walls of his chillaxing room falling away to reveal a magnificent stage and millions of fans.

The crowd screamed their approval when they saw who was on the stage.

"Destroy him!" one dragon roared.

"Embarrass him terribly!" one cat yowled.

"Make him run!" a child of Ares yelled.

Leo smiled casually, as if all of this was perfectly normal.

"T-t-this is a-all a m-m-mistake, s-sir," the author stammered.

Leo raised an eyebrow. "Really? How so?"

The author quickly set to explaining, "I-I'm the a-a-author of t-this s-s-story," he stammered quickly.

Leo regarded him for a second. "Okay, I believe you, but it's not up for me to decide to let you go."

He turned to the crowd and said, "What do you guys think? Should we let our author go, or should we humiliate him, and endanger his life?"

The audience all made their answer very clear when they started chanting, "Humiliate, humiliate, humiliate, HUMILIATE!!!"

Leo turned to face the author. "Sorry," he said, shrugging.

The author was frozen in fear.

Leo examined his sheet of questions. "Says here... I have to ask if you are secretly a robot. What's that about?"

The author slammed his fist onto a nearby table. "Why would you think that?" he asked in a really fake sounding deep voice.

Leo grinned as he pulled out his rust gun.

The author practically flew as he jumped backwards. "Keep that thing away from me!"

Leo put away the rust gun and pulled out his remote control. He hooked it into the author's system. "Now the real fun begins," Leo laughed.

He clicked the big button that said HUMILIATION. Nothing happened.

The whole crowd fell over one another while they laughed.

Leo suddenly realized what had happened. He had been tricked!

His anger flared up immediately, but the author gestured to Leo's sheet of paper.

"We still have two questions, we can't leave now," the author pointed out confidently.

Leo was glaring daggers at the author as he sat down. "Next question," he said through gritted teeth. "Have you ever dressed up as a banana and sang Fight Song in public?"

The author paled. "No."

Suddenly, two ninjas raced over to him, put him in a banana suit, and made him sing. Then they disappeared.

Leo was completely speechless.

The author finished singing, and immediately felt like throwing up.

The audience, which had just finished getting settled again, laughed so louldy that the ceiling split in half.

Leo shook his head to clear his thoughts, "Uh, next question, did you ever bolt from a talk show?"

The author looked at Leo, and Leo looked at the other. "Yes," the said in unision.

Then they ran toward the exits. Immediately, security appeared and dragged them back to the stage.

Leo, who was a highly trianed a secret ninja warrior, grabbed the guard holding him and threw him twenty feet away.

The author smashed his elbow into the guard's face and ran.

Leo followed him, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that they were both running from the stage which was where the story was supposed to happen.

The author was actually thinking the same thing.

The two fugitives whipped around and ran back to the show place. They couldn't leave, no matter what!

:-:

Two hundred thousand miles away, on a hidden island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocaen, a pair of unfriendly eyes watched Leo and the author's every move.

Sudeenly, a voice full of static said, "Sir, everything worked out perfectly. The fake question sheet, fake robotic body, ninjas, and faulty controller worked like a charm. We have succesfully ruined this story's chances at being amazing."

The figure in the office smiled evilly. It had been too easy. Those unfriendly eyes closed for just a second, but they still missed seeing Leo and the author enter the show place and get ready for another episode.

A/N: I made it back! Isn't it great! It was terrible going into my own story.

*shudders*

But then again, it all worked out in the end!

Anway, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! I had a lot of fun writing this. *cough* Yeah right. *cough* I lived it! *cough*

Also, if you support this story and still think it's amazing, even though a mysterious person sabatoged it, review #talkshowarmy.

Note: Leo will be reviewing an X-Men next chapter, just so you guys know. :)