Bonjour Readers! yep im back with more crazy stuff. Enjolras is back!

Jean Valjean grunted and staggered into M. Gillenormand's house. Here he deposited an unconscious Enjolras onto the sofa.

Jean Valjean smiled crazily at Monsieur Gillenormand. "Look!" he cried, "I brought your grandson back!"

M. Gillenormand looked at Jean Valjean. "Who the heck are you?! That's not my grandson!"

Jean Valjean looked, amazed, at M. Gillenormand. "But…but…but…I dragged him all the way through the sewers and everthing to get him back to you and Cosette! So that he wouldn't die at the barricade!"

At this, Enjolras' eyelids fluttered and he muttered (heehee that rhymes.), "did someone say barricade…?"

Jean Valjean looked at Enjolras, very relieved. "Marius! Thank goodness you're awake! Are you allright?! I'm so sorry I had to hit you over the head with my gun…"

"Marius?! I am NOT Marius!"

Jean Valjean said nothing. He just stood there looking kind of awkward.

Enjolras rolled his eyes and sighed. "Let me guess. You are Marius' 'pretty girl's' father, who tried to be a nice dad by rescuing me from the barricade so we could get married? Am I right?"

Jean Valjean stared. "….wow, you're good."

Enjolras looked slightly alarmed.

Gillenormand, who was still standing there, said, "um…Vive Louis-Philippe?"

At which Enjolras launched into full-revolutionary-leader-speechiness-mode. Hm. Apparently speechiness is not a word. I don't care.

"LOUIS-PHILIPPE?! THE PEAR?! NON! MONSIEUR, YOU ARE A BLOODY ROYALIST PIG! LOUIS-PHILIPPE COULD CARE LESS ABOUT HOW THE PEOPLE IN HIS COUNTRY ARE TREATED, OUR COUNTRY, OUR PEOPLE! THE PEOPLE OF PARIS STARVE IN THE STREETS! AND DOES THIS KING OF OURS DO ANYTHING? NO! INSTEAD, HE SITS BACK, CONTENT WITH HIMSELF. WE, THE PEOPLE OF FRANCE, HAVE THE RIGHT TO ELECT OUR OWN LEADERS. WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO CHOOSE WHAT HAPPENS TO US! HOW LONG WILL THIS TYRANNY CONTINUE!? WE NEED A REPUBLIC! WE—"

"ENJY! I FOUND YOU!" Eponine burst in.

Enjolras turned, flushed from his shouting, and said, "don't call me Enjy!"

But Eponine wasn't listening anymore. She had turned on Valjean. "YOU. YOU, YOU, YOU…YOU HIT MY BOYFRIEND OVER THE HEAD WITH A GUN AND KIDNAPPED HIM! AND NOW HE HAS POO IN HIS LOVELY GOLDEN CURLS!"

Both Enjolras and Valjean looked at Eponine. They spoke at the same time.

"LOVELY GOLDEN CURLS?!"

"KIDNAPPED?!"

Eponine smiled as the two men glared at her and gave her the Glare-o-Death™. "Yes indeed," she said, "and it's really stinky. But not as stinky as my dad. He's the stinkiest one because he goes in the sewers and then doesn't even take a bath, so-"

"That's great!" Enjolras said hurriedly, to avoid whatever Eponine was going to say next.

"Oh…Ok then!" and leaning towards Enjolras, said worriedly, "the big scary man didn't hurt you, did he?!"

Enjolras rolled his eyes. "Aside from the fact that my head not only feels like crap because he hit me over the head, it looks and smells like it too, apparently, no, not really."

"Good! Now, M. Gillenormand, it was awfully nice of you to give us your couch to relax on. And you might want to throw it out, now. It has sewer stuff on it."

M. Gillenormand looked quite mad.

Enjolras said, "yes, and use it to do something useful with your bloody royalist life! Like build a barricade!"

M. Gillenormand said, "I suppose you're obsessed with Napoleon, too, then?"

Enjolras turned red with anger. "NO! I DO NOT LIKE NAPOLEON! I AM NOT Marius! Corsica is NOT great! It's an ISLAND! ERMAHGERD!" then he went on talking, but now no one could understand him. Ah well. Probably not too much gibberish.

Valjean, meanwhile, was looking depressed. "I brought back the wrong one! What shall I tell Cosette if her beloved Marius is dead!? Oh, woe is me! How wretched I am! Aahh! How stupid, foolish! I am such an awful excuse for a human being! Please, forgive me!" and other such things. For about 24601 pages. (see what I did there?! Didja?! Didja?!)