(A/N: I'm so pissed off today. Nothing's going the way I want it to, and everything sucks.

In fact, I'm gonna listen to that song! It's by "Reel Big Fish". They're amazing, and tend to get me out of a slum. Sons like: "Scott's a Dork", and "Where Have You Been?" The titles sound depressing, but they're actually REALLY funny. I LOVE those guys! (Matt Wong is HOT!)

Anyway, on with the fic. I'm gonna rant through Korin today.

Oh, and I'm HOPEFULLY going to have an X-Men Evolution fic up soon, as well as a Cowboy Bebop one. And I have more ideas for DBZ fics.

Also: I hate being sick! I will NOT try to get sick! (But I'll try to keep writing that way.)

Enjoy!)

Korin kicked Yajirobe HARD in the face. "That's what YOU get!" he exclaimed, shoving his staff up the fat samurai's nose. "You sick punk! What did I tell you about losing my art pencils?!"

"To never do so again," moaned Yajirobe, stuffing Kleenex up his flaring red nostrils. "But, Korin, I said I was SORRY!"

"That is not good enough, you sick BASTARD!"

The end.

(A/N: That's the extent of it. :P )