Disclaimer: Square Enix rules! And thus, owns Final Fantasy.

a/n: Good News: Here is the next chapter (noticing a trend?). Bad News: The school year is about to begin.

It was easy to figure out who Tony is. Now, let's see if you can guess who Warrior was talking to (do not own these individuals).

Did anybody else wonder where Kefka went?

Chapter 10: Mr. G.R. Land, Babysitter Extraordinaire.

Luneth pouted as the other warriors prepared to leave.

"Why can't I come along!" he pouted as Bartz and Zidane put on their shoes.

"Because we can't afford to always watch you," Zidane stood up.

"But you guys are the trouble makers!" Luneth pointed out.

"Well, sometimes that can be of good help," Bartz stood up. Moments later, they heard Cloud's voice.

"Dammit he got away! Terra! Grab him!"

"Bartz! Zidane! A little help here!" Terra's voice called out.

"And that's our cue," Bartz took off towards the second floor.

"Later kid," Zidane followed suit.

Moments later, Squall's voice was heard, "Dammit you! I told you I'm all right! Now let go of my gun-saw!"

The sound of a chainsaw revving up and Squall's maniacal laughter soon followed.

Luneth scratched his head, "All this because of a little hair..."

Cecil appeared and headed towards the door, "I hope they can get Squall back to normal."

"Where are you going?" Luneth asked the paladin in casual clothes.

"Well," Cecil picked up a hat, "I'm the only one of working age and since our mysterious supply of money isn't here, I have to look for work."

"See you later!" Cecil then walked out of the door.

Luneth sighed. After a short while, Firion and Tidus appeared.

"Well little guy, looks like you'll be the man of the house for now," Tidus said cheerfully while picking up a bag.

"Try not to get the place messed up," Firion said as he put on a brown hat.

"And where are you two going?"

"I'm off to my next match," Tidus picked up a soccer ball.

"And I'll be going with him," Firion added.

"But you don't have to!" Luneth insisted.

"Actually I do," Firion motioned to Tidus, "I have to make sure the doesn't get himself into a heap of trouble."

"Hey! I'm not that troublesome!" Tidus complained as he left.

"That's what you think," Firion murmured as he followed.

Thus Luneth was left alone in the doorway until the arrival of Cloud, Bartz, Zidane and Squall. It would have been a normal sight, had the first three not been carrying the bound, gagged and blindfolded Squall over their shoulders.

Luneth raised an eyebrow at Cloud as he walked by, "Don't you think that's a little too much?"

"Nope," Cloud opened the door, "after the damage he caused, this is necessary."

They left out the door and boarded Squall into Cloud's van.

After a few moments, Terra walked down.

"We won't be gone for long, so be a good boy," Terra said as she put on her shoes.

"But-but!" Luneth made wild gestures, "Why do I have to be left behind!"

"Well, we'll be too busy watching Squall," Terra stood up, "Don't worry we won't be long. Besides, I hired a babysitter for you."

"Why can't Warrior babysit!" Luneth complained, "He always used to look after me when you guys were out!"

Terra raised an eyebrow, "I've always wondered, how come you're so happy when Warrior keeps an eye on you?"

"Because he let's me do whatever I want as long as I don't mess the house up!" Luneth explained, "Where is he anyway?"

"Well," Terra replied, "I told him that we needed some household help. So he left with Red Mage this morning to go find some...I wonder how he's doing?"

-0-0-0-

In a mansion situated on top of a wooded hill with dark clouds spiraling over head, Warrior sat behind a long table opposite of the house's owner while Red Mage stood to his left.

Warrior had, strangely enough, a feeling of intimidation and anxiety. Heck he was close to sweating. Red Mage was visibly sweating at the aura of intimidation that their host was giving them.

Their host put down her tea, Earl Gray to be specific, and looked at them.

Warrior swallowed and a sweat drop formed on his forehead under her intense glare.

"So...," She began in a rather cold voice, "you want to hire my maid in exchange for your friend?"

"Yes...princess," Warrior replied tensely, "I am confident that Red Mage will be able to assist you in any matter you are confronted with...including the occasional combat scenario."

Their host was silent as she finished her tea, "More tea please."

The little maid to her right poured some more tea into her princess' cup. After taking a sip, she spoke again.

"It's true that he may be more versatile than my current helper, but is he as good?"

Warrior cleared his throat before replying, "I am sure that his ability to cook may not be to you preference; but I believe that if he spends the day training with your current helper Ms. Hiyorimi, he will be able to meet your preferences."

The princess smirked and stood up, "We'll see about that."

She headed for the door with her maid, before she left she said, "The kitchen is on the ground floor, come when you are ready."

Then she left. As soon as the door closed and the sound of her footsteps disappeared, the two men gave a sigh of relief.

"Well," Red Mage said first, "that woman was scary, don't you think?"

"It is safe to say," Warrior dabbed the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief, "that I now know the meaning of the words 'true terror.'"

Red Mage patted his back while chuckling, "That makes two of us..."

-0-0-0-

"Be a good boy, don't break any of the furniture and don't let any strangers in." Terra told the young knight as she walked out the door, "Your baby sitter should be here any minute, open the door only for him."

"How do I know if he's the baby sitter?" Luneth asked, "Is he even any good?"

"He'll have a card from the agency I called," Terra picked up her moogle purse, "they said this one was a new employee they hired yesterday so try not to be too much trouble."

With that, Terra bid Luneth goodbye and left. Soon Luneth heard the sound of a car driving away.

Luneth was now left alone in the house, any kid would find this fun. But Luneth was unhappy because of the following things: one, he wasn't allowed to leave the house and Warrior had a way of knowing things; two, the sweets were in a cabinet that Warrior made sure he couldn't reach no matter what he did; three, Cloud had figured out a way to put a child lock on the TV that he couldn't break, and four, the doorbell just rang.

Luneth rolled his eyes and headed towards the door. Luneth tried to reach the peep hole but couldn't. He shuffled around and found a a stool, he stood up on it and peeked outside. He saw nothing, apparently whoever was outside was also looking through the peephole.

"Hello is anyone home?" a strangely familiar voice asked.

"Yes," Luneth replied, trying his best to impersonate Warrior, "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Onion Knight...interesting," the voice replied, "I'm your babysitter, the agency told me to give you my card so here."

Something was inserted into the mail flap and it fell onto the floor. Luneth bent over and picked it up, it was a card from the agency that Terra had hired. The card had no picture and the name was G.R. Land.

"Mr. G.R. Land, so you're my babysitter...," Luneth muttered as he opened the door, "well, I guess you can't be that..."

Luneth's jaw dropped and his eyes widened. At the door was a familiar armored knight with huge horns and a blue cape.

"bad..." Luneth squeaked.

Garland smiled broadly from under his helmet, "Hello kid, you're in for one hell of a day."

"Oh Terra, Warrior, anyone," Luneth squealed as his 'babysitter' walked in, "please hurry home."

At a certain hastily rebuilt asylum...

Terra suddenly looked up sharply, "I think Luneth's in trouble. Cloud let's hurry back."

Cloud rolled his eyes, "Terra you worry about that kid too much. The house is locked up tighter than a safe and his babysitter should have arrived by now."

He then motioned to Squall who lay tied down to a medical bed, "Besides, we already have him to worry about..."

Squall was smiling like an insane man, well he was. That's why they were here. Yet, it still gave them the creeps.

While Cloud and Terra talked to one of the men at the reception desk, Bartz and Zidane observed the asylum's staff. In a normal hospital, one would see a mixture of men and women working together. Here, the staff was composed completely of men. All of them wearing the same attire; white, split down the middle, cassocks with long capes on their left shoulders. Is that wasn't peculiar enough, they were all wearing pointed metal masks that hid the top half of their heads and they were all permanently s**tfaced. They shuffled about the white corridors all looking like they had something to do.

"Wonder why this place is completely staffed with men?" Bartz watched another group disappear down a corridor.

"Maybe the manager doesn't like women," Zidane suggested, "if so, he must be one weird guy."

Then the man Terra and Cloud were talking called another man who then took Squall and headed down a corridor with Terra.

"Bartz! Zidane! Come on," Cloud called before following.

The two troublemakers quickly got up and followed. After a short while, the group found themselves walking down a corridor with large windows showing rooms on either side. The rooms appeared to contain inmates.

"You sure have a lot of inmates here," Bartz commented eventually.

The man with them smiled, "Well, this town is one crazy place."

"Do you think we're gonna have to leave Squall here for a while?" Zidane asked.

"Don't fret," the man's grin grew, "the Master has thought of an excellent idea on how to quickly repair your friend."

"The Master?" Cloud raised an eyebrow.

"The asylum's manager and chief doctor," the man held up a clipboard, "his...'medicine' should be here in half an hour."

With that he quickly strode forward. As they passed by a windowed cell, they glanced. What they saw made them jump back a little.

"What the hell!" Cloud pointed at the inhabitant.

"Well," Bartz scratched the back of his head, "that explains where he disappeared off to..."

"We all knew it would happen one day...," Zidane sported a nervous grin.

"I see you have taken an interest in our toughest nut," the man said smiling.

"Nut!," Terra looked at the cell in disbelief, "That's Kefka!"

Inside the cell was a familiar clown in what appeared to be an enchanted straightjacket. He stood there grinning at them and after a while, he began to run on the floor onto the walls across the ceiling back to the floor and over again.

The man nodded, "Yes indeed he is. Kefka Palazzo the only person to date who has managed to resist all of our techniques short of erasing his memories to allow his brain to reboot, or killing him. I believe we are about to administer the former. And if we fail...we administer the latter."

They stood there, wide eyed and stunned, as Kefka began to try and destroy the room...with his teeth. This promptly provoked the guards into rushing into the room armed with stun guns, tranquilizers, and tasers.

They watched in awe as the men attempted to tackle the clown to the ground while he retaliated, by spitting out ULTIMA spells like they were...well...spit!.

"You'll never get me coppers!" Kefka then opened his mouth to its widest. Inside, an orb of what appeared to be Forsaken was forming.

"-Expletive Deleted-!" one of the men hissed, "Duck!"

Kefka's muffled voice was heard, "Chew on this assholes!"

Just before the explosion, the man accompanying them pushed a button next to the intercom that lowered a blast shield. Moments later, an explosion was heard and the center of the blast door blasted towards them for about half a foot.

Before any of them could speak, their guide spoke.

"Do not worry, when my Master is done with him, he will be a new man," He started pushing Squall's bed, "now let us hurry and bring him to his containment room."

As they walked away, they could still hear Kefka screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Look at that, it blew my pants off! Come here you little worms! I'm gonna piss Poison down your throats! Try attacking me from behind, and I'll fart Bio in your faces!"

Moments later, the sound of farting, followed by an explosion, were heard.

"Hey! I just farted a Flare! BOOYAA! WHO'S THE GOD OF MAGIC! WHO IS! I AM! I'M A FLARE FARTING GOD! KNEEL BEFORE MY ASS!"

Terra looked mentally disturbed while Cloud rubbed his temples.

"Wow," he muttered, "I thought Sephiroth was horrible but him...you must've had it bad."

Terra was speechless. Behind them, Bartz whispered to Zidane.

"Man he's really gone off the deep end."

Zidane nodded, "And the deep end after that."

"And the deep end after that deep end."

"Wonder how Warrior and Luneth are doing?"

"They're perfectly fine!" Squall suddenly called out, "I bet Warrior's stuck in a mansion full of girls somewhere!"

The man with them shrugged, "Allow me to demonstrate how we put patients like him to sleep. Mr. Ultros! If you'd please."

"Uwee hee hee...okay then!"

"...Ultros?" Terra looked up and noticed a hole in the ceiling over Squall's head.

Ultros was there wearing the same get up as the rest of the staff minus the mask. He also appeared to be pushing something over.

"Lights out musclehead!"

A safe suddenly descended from the hole...

Back to the hilltop mansion...

Warrior suddenly looked up. He had that strange feeling that someone had managed to guess exactly what he was doing and that someone was about to be terribly hurt. Then he suddenly felt that one of his fellow warriors were in a dangerous situation.

"It's probably nothing they can' handle," Warrior reasoned as he shrugged it off.

The sound of a teacup being placed on a saucer silenced all his remaining thoughts and stood alert.

The princess scratched her chin and thought for a moment that seemed like an eternity for Red Mage and Warrior.

"I guess...you'll do..."

Red Mage's shoulders visibly sagged in relief.

Warrior mentally sighed in relief, "So...we shall be able to temporarily hire Ms. Hiyorimi?"

She smirked, "Indeed you may. Let's iron it out on the balcony."

Red Mage looked at Warrior, who shared the same thought as him.

"-Expletive Deleted- YEAH!"

-0-0-0-

At the balcony, Warrior stood on one end of a table while the princess, her cute, little, almost robotic-looking maid, and a boy who looked out of place, sat on the other end.

"Won't you sit down?" the princess asked.

"I'd rather not," Warrior replied uneasily.

"Suit yourself," she motioned to the boy behind her who pulled out a piece of paper that she pushed over to Warrior.

"Sign here and we've concluded out agreement."

"Uh...Hime?" the boy asked, "Is it actually alright for you to let my sister work for someone else for a while?"

"Yes it's alright with me," she replied evenly, "that's why you're here. Is it alright with you?"

The boy scratched the back of his head, "Well...if it's okay with you then I guess..."

"So Ms. Hiyorimi is your sister? Worry not, I shall ensure that she is well taken care of," Warrior said reassuringly.

"You'd better," the princess said in a dangerous tone.

That tone gave the Warrior chills, him of all people.

"Are you okay sir?" the boy, Mr. Hiyorimi, asked.

"Perfectly," Warrior forced a smile.

As soon as he did, thunder clapped, the skies darkened, and it started raining.

The boy quickly opened an umbrella to shade him and the princess while Warrior, with that creepy smile and a trembling hand, picked up a pen to sign the deal.

"Stop smiling," the princess commanded.

Warrior obliged. And as soon as he did, the rain stopped and the sun shone again.

The boy put away the umbrella, "The weather's weird today huh?"

The princess simply took the contract, "Well, everything is in order. You may leave."

"Thank you for your time," Warrior turned and headed for the door...and promptly collided with the frame before managing to get out.

"What a strange man," the boy commented.

The princess simply replied, "Tell the our new assistant to make some tea."

"Right," the boy then left.

"I give up!"

Luneth dropped to the floor, already tired of his "workout."

"You call yourself a knight!" Garland said in a very good impersonation of Jecht, "that was only two tons! You're no knight! You're a crybaby!"

"...That's Jecht's line," Luneth got up, "and I'm not Tidus."

"I know you're not. But you're still a kid," Garland pointed out, "And yes, it is Jecht's line. I took a few lessons on how to handle children from him."

"That explains things," Luneth muttered as Garland walked towards him.

"Nice house," Garland looked around, "where are your rooms?"

"On the second floor, where else?"

"Aren't you sarcastic," Garland pulled him to the back of the house where a small gym was located, "time for your next workout!"

They then spent the next two-three, hours working out. Well, Luneth was working out, Garland was just supervising.

Garland sat on the bleachers as Luneth proceeded to work out with weights and other various objects that weighed at least 1000 grams.

"Come on kid!" Garland sneered, "You call yourself a knight! You're pathetic!"

"Hey!" Luneth complained as he struggled to lift a few heavy cinder blocks, "I may not be as muscular as you, but I'm strong for my size!"

"Strong! Don't make me laugh!" Garland pointed to his helmet, "Do you call those insignificant insect like stabs you did to my helmet strong! Then you are pathetic! Probably the most pathetic warrior in the group!"

Luneth narrowed his eyes, "You take that back!"

"Make me!" Garland picked up his sword, "Prove to me that you are worthy of that title you bear!"

Luneth summoned his sword, "You're on!"

15 minutes later...

Luneth found himself crushed between Garland's foot and the cold, hard floor. His sword lay just out of arms reach, so tantalizingly close...yet so far.

"Well kid!" Garland sneered, "looks like you've still got a lot to learn!"

Luneth just growled while Garland continued.

"But don't be worried my poor knight! Before this day is out I shall mold you into a true warrior of my image!"

Garland grabbed him and took him down a corridor, "My special mental conditioning ought to do just the thing!"

Garland then produced what a appeared to be a miniature copy of his armor. The thought of what Garland was going to do to him to achieve that goal that Luneth made a simple wish.

"Oh lord please let get them home quick..."

Meanwhile stuck in traffic.

Cloud couldn't help but smile as he drove his van back home. Thirty minutes after they got Squall into his containment room, his 'medicine' arrived.

The 'medicine' proved to be so effective, that the moment Squall saw it, he began to recover. And mere moments later, Squall was cured!

Now they were taking the medicine home with them so they can all have dinner...and no, this medicine is not anything that can be ingested. In fact, it wasn't even a something it was a...someone.

"Is something wrong Cloud?" Terra asked from the passenger's seat after noticing that Cloud had been snickering for quite a while.

"Nothing," Cloud was still snickering. He then glanced at the rear view mirror. At the very back of the van, Bartz and Zidane sat, on the row in front of them, sat Squall and his 'medicine.'

"I don't believe it," Cloud said after a while, "Squall Leonhart,"

"Shut it Strife...," Squall growled dangerously.

Yet Cloud continued, "Our great Squall Leonhart. The commander of SeeD. Through who's efforts Ultimecia, the Time Sorceress, was defeated..."

"I am warning you..." Squall hissed as Bartz and Zidane snickered.

The person beside Squall also started snickering.

"Has this as his greatest weakness and a shot cure all medicine," Cloud grinned like a complete dork, "we never thought it possible."

Bartz and Zidane burst out laughing while Squall frowned.

"It's not that funny," the annoyed lion growled.

"Yes-it-is!" Bartz cried between laughs, "I mean, you of all people!"

"You're the last we expected to have a girlfriend!" Zidane cried out.

Rinoa cocked an eyebrow at Squall, "Are you really coming off as that anti-social?"

"You have no idea!" Cloud also started laughing.

"But Squall is right," Terra put in, "it isn't that funny."

"You're a nice girl," Rinoa then turned to Squall with narrowed eyes, "you're not cheating on me are you?"

Squall nearly jumped out of his seat, "What! Of-of course not! Besides, Terra's more of a motherly figure!"

Rinoa glared at him for a moment, then she broke into a smile, "I knew you wouldn't be."

"Then why'd you ask?" Squall returned to his usual passive voice.

"Just checking dear," Rinoa smiled and turned back to the window.

"Dear, ha ha!" Zidane repeated laughing.

"Our ever so dangerous lion being called 'dear'," Bartz laughed even louder.

Cloud was laughing so hard that his driving was starting to suffer.

As the van swerved left and right, Squall rubbed his temples at the continued laughter while Terra rolled her eyes.

"Well, I guess you did have this coming," Rinoa said cheerfully.

Squall just muttered silently.

Around 15 minutes later they arrived back at their residence.

Squall almost jumped out of the van and hurried to the door where Rinoa caught up with him.

"So this is where you live," Rinoa examined the large two floor building, "not bad."

Squall grunted in approval and opened the door. Suddenly, something small and armored charged at him. It collided with Squall and promptly got knocked to its back.

Rinoa looked over his shoulder, "Squall...what is that?"

Squall didn't answer, instead he called over his shoulder, "Hey guys! Who was Luneth's baby sitter again!"

"Mr. G.R. Land," Terra replied.

"G.R. Land?" Squall repeated, "figures."

"Okay kid," Squall pulled the miniature knight to his feet, "what did he do to you?"

The miniature horned knight threw him a dirty look...then swung his miniature huge broadsword between his legs...

"Ye-ouch!" by a reflex, Squall kicked him all the way down the corridor.

"Squall!" Rinoa pulled his ear.

"Ouch! Hey you saw what he did!" Squall pulled away.

"What happened?" Terra, Cloud, Bartz, and Zidane headed over.

"Squall just kicked a little armored kid across the room," Rinoa informed them.

"You kicked Luneth!" the angry half-esper thundered.

"He hit me in the balls!" Squall had a look of true pain on his face, "Besides, have you realized you the babysitter is!"

"It was Mr. Land right?" Cloud carefully restrained Terra, "What does he have to do with this?"

"'What does he have to do with this'! Geez Strife!" Squall palmed his forehead, "Mr. GR LAND! G-R-LAND!"

"G.R. Land," Cloud repeated, "G.R. Land... Land...Gar-Land...Garland...oh -Expletive Deleted-!"

Terra's eyes widened, "You mean the babysitter was...Garland!"

Squall nodded. Then Zidane said, "Well...that explains that!"

"By the way," Bartz glanced at the miniature Garland, "since when did Luneth learn the spell Mini?"

Before anyone could answer, the miniature Garland charged them.

"Here I come!"

The little man lifted his sword and charged Squall. Who simply lifted his hand and grabbed the top of the kid's head. The boy swung the sword around futilely since Squall was well out of arm's reach.

"Uh guys," Bartz eyed the little knight's helmet, "I think that is Luneth."

The air was filled with a chorus of "What!"'s.

Zidane furiously examined him, "But how!"

"That little plume behind his helm is the same as Luneth's," Bartz pointed, "and I can see the back of his helm from here..."

They took a look and where shocked to discover that he was right.

"Luneth!" Terra tried to run over but was stopped by Cloud, "What did he do to you!"

"He must've been brainwashed," Rinoa suggested, "how do we snap him out of it?"

"Let me," Squall moved his foot backwards, "another kick in the face aught to-"

Suddenly, three different people hit Squall. Rather predictably, they were Terra, Rinoa, and Cloud.

Now free of Squall's grasp, Luneth placed his foot over the fallen lion's head and said, "Know your place!"

Terra approached him, "Luneth?"

He swung his sword at her, "You're next woman!"

Terra sighed...

5 minutes later.

Luneth, now out of the miniature Garland armor, was wailing like the child he was while Terra comforted him.

"It was Garland!" he wailed between sobs.

"There, there," Terra gently stroked Luneth's head, "everything will be alright."

"What did Garland do to you!" Cloud knelt next to them.

"Probably brainwashed," Rinoa repeated.

"Poor guy," Zidane said.

"What did Garland have in mind anyway?" Bartz wondered out loud.

On the top step of the stairs leading to the second floor.

"I was going to make a warrior out of him!" Garland thought, "And I succeeded! Now to get the praise I-"

He suddenly heard Terra's terrifyingly angry voice, "When I get my hands on him I am going to-!"

"Hey," Cloud suddenly said, "leave some for me."

Garland paled, "Well...Time to make my silent exit!"

He turned and ran down the tight corridor, smashing many things and generally creating a racket. When he passed Squall's room, he entered for a moment then left.

Moments later he reached the rear of the house and and proceeded to squeeze himself out of the window.

"Great thinking Garland!" he got his upper body out of the window, "there's no way anything could go wrong!"

He suddenly found himself stuck and unable to move.

He analyzed the situation, "It's alright! They'll never find me here!"

He sniffed the air a little, "Why is the temperature starting to rise on my rear end?"

He lifted a small mirror to look behind him, there was a pinkish, humanoid silhouette holding an orange orb.

"Oh well," Garland stretched his arms forward, "It was worth it!"

-0-0-0-

Bartz and Zidane watched as a doublecast of two fully charged Meltdowns propelled Garland into the city.

Funny thing was, it appeared that Garland was enjoying himself. As evident from his shout, "Look at me mom! I'm FLYING!"

Bartz shook his head, "Two fully charged Meltdowns up your truly..."

"Sucks to him," Zidane then spotted something, "Hey Bartz, look! Superman's flying next to Garland!"

-0-0-0-

The headline in tomorrow's paper read:

"Superman Found Dead!"

The picture, of the said hero lying face down on the pavement, had the caption:

"Witnesses say a flying armored man stuffed Kryptonite down renowned hero's throat."

-0-0-0-

"Are you sure about this new babysitter?" Luneth asked warily.

"Of course," Terra reassured, "trust me he isn't going to be much trouble."

Squall's voice suddenly called, "Hey guys! Let's go! And Terra! The new...'babysitter' is here! for the baby of course!"

"Hey I'm not a baby!" Luneth complained, "You take that back you cold hearted kitten!"

"Well," Rinoa passed the door, "I think I'm proof that Squall isn't as cold hearted as you think...though I do agree that he is a kitten."

"...whatever," Squall's voice sounded from below.

Luneth slumped onto the floor, "I never win..."

"Well better luck next time Luneth," Terra hurriedly bid him goodbye and left.

Moments later, the new babysitter arrived.

Luneth jumped back, "M-Mr. William!"

"Yes...," he had an insane and creepy smile on his face, "It is I, the Lord and Master of the local asylum!"

He started approaching the terrified Luneth, "Prepare to learn the truths of this world through my guidance and MINE ALONE!"

Luneth back away to a corner and pulled out his sword, "I want Garland back...bad..."

a/n: Told you random cameos from random places will appear.

Someone has some explaining to do(see below).

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Garland: Hello everyone it's me. The unfortunate baby sitter. Just in case you're wondering where I got the Kryptonite, since it's a glaring plot hole, I found and stole it from Cecil's strange rocks from space collection...and I also had a look at that Lustful Lali Ho of his...BOOYA!