Continued From Previous Chapter:

"now i'll go c my lurrrv spoty1" ACK-UGH giggled to herself, walking to Brooklyn.

She saw Spot from afar. With a bloodcurdling, spine-chilling shriek of, "OMG IM TOATLY UR GURL1" ACK-UGH flung herself on top of him.

Now, the 'Sue's power had not yet been able to permeate Spot, because she hadn't been close enough. So he managed to stay in character for all of five minutes- a record, I believe, for young gents in the history of ACK-UGH.

So instead of falling for her instantly like the rest of the newsies, he said, "Ugh... what... is..."

"hottie1" ACK-UGH giggled, and, ever the extremely conscientious and modest damsel, winked and blew a kiss and pulled at his hair. (She would have called it "running her fingers through his hair"; but it really was much more like pulling.)

"?" Was all Spot could say.

Then ACK-UGH remembered that she was supposed to hate him for the beginning of the story. "omg, ur liek toatly teh sukyst [suckiest] pursin on teh urth11" She promptly punched him.

Spot's five minutes were quickly coming to an end. "You little-!" His expression suddenly changed.

You know that glaze that they put on doughnuts? You know, that stuff that's all sticky and sweet and... glazed?

Well, that's exactly what Spot's face started to look like.

He stared at her, his jaw falling open.

Spot approached her, then embraced her.

They kissed (duh, what were you expecting? ACK-UGH to turn into a hedgehog? Although that would be nice...)- but then ACK-UGH had something!

She had- a plot twist!

"omg i liek toatly hav ths guy frm my past & hes liek trying 2 get me 2 liek mary him1!" ACK-UGH began to cry those pearly, glassliek tears again.

"o my luv11" Spot cried! (Oh no! He's started talking 'Sue-Speak too! This is too horrible! I might throw up before the end of this!) "i liek toatly wont let ths dude git u1 cuz ur my gurl & i liek toatly luv u & i alwys & stuff liek tht"

"omg u r toatly liek soooo hott1!1" ACK-UGH giggled, kissing him again.

"umm isnt tht kinda besid teh poit/?"

"um no ur hottns is toatly teh poit11!"

"oh" Spot thought about this for a moment. Then he shrugged and, for lack of anything better to do, kissed her again.

"omg cn we liek rite a se-" She frowned in concentration. "a see- um anoter stry abot us?/"

"of cors1!" Spot, her beloved, responded.

I really can't even begin to describe my feelings when I am told I have to write the sequel... no, it's just too horrible. I'll leave Spot and ACK-UGH to their horrible, grammar-and-spelling-slaughtering fate.

We'll have to move on to another MarySue...