"This is too expensive!" Celine growled, pacing back and forth, stomping each step she took. "It's going to cost over one million Fol to have each potential father take a test! If only there is an easier way."

"There is," Nel added, while she rolled her eyes, looking at Celine as if she were a moron. She lounged on the chesterfield playing with one of the ears to her kitty ears. "It's called not sleeping with the whole town."

"Enough!" Celine hissed, chucking one of her stilettos at Nel. Being a trained mercenary, she grabbed it in one hand, other holding the ears. "I'm tired of people calling me a skank! Cliff is a whore and no one looks down upon his habit, but when a woman sleeps around everyone wants to burn her at the stake!"

"You're right, "Nel agreed, changing her attitude while fixing her posture. "Why should women be social outcasts? I have a plan for that slut! Men are pigs!"

Nel slammed her hands beside her on the seat of her couch then lifted her body, letting go of the shoe and ears. Her feet marching towards the hallway, Celine follows. As soon as they reach the corner of Chisato's office, Nel punches the door. She barges in, almost like a robot on a mission to kill. Luckily, Chisato slipped out and left her handy dandy notebook.

"Ooo, what plans do you have?" Celine asked in amusement, peering over her shoulder.

0000

Cliff waltzed down the street, doing his usual flirting with the ladies. He approached a young girl showing off his pearly whites with a smile. The young girl's face was of that of horror. She whacked him with her purse, sprinting down the street as if anger bulls chased her. Cliff rubbed the sides of his face with his eyebrows crossed. A lady ran away from him. Something wasn't right. He approached another girl, only to have something strike him in the leg, feeling sharpness pierce through his skin. He turned around; millions of rocks were being lauched at him.

"Take that you jerk!" Celine screamed, hurling miscellaneous items, such as tomatoes, spoons, paper clips, cats, at him in a vicious manner.

"I can't believe I got Herpes from Cliff!" A young girl cried, throwing rocks at him.

Cliff placed his arms over his face, protecting himself, still in confusion. He visited the doctor every week to see if he contracted something, but he never tested positive for anything. He turned around, running away from the anger mob of doom, while they chased him with pitchforks and flaming torches in their hands. He quickly darted into a convenient store, slamming the door, crutching into a fetal position on the floor, while the mob ran past the store.

"Serves you right!" The shopkeeper snorted, sweeping up the floors behind the counter.

"What's going on?" Cliff asked, still in a fetal position.

"Haven't you read the tabloids?" The shopkeeper dropped his broom, pulling out a newspaper from behind him. "Only fifty Fol."

Cliff crawled towards the counter, glancing back and forth, crouched from the window. Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out fifty Fol, lifting his hand to the counter, and grabbing the newspaper.

"Pimp Master C!, also known as Cliff Fitter, has contracted Herpes, AIDS, Chlamydia, Syphilis, Genital Warts, and one hundred other STD's as of last fall. His doctor claims he doesn't bathe, eats children, and kills cute innocent bunnies in his spare time." Cliff read out loud, while scrunching his face in anger.

0000

"Hi, and welcome to Father or No Father." A man wearing a suit, holding a microphone greeted. "Today our contestant is Celine who now lives in Central City. There are thirty guys on the stage each with a case. In each case, there is a sign saying "Father, or, "Not the Father". Are you ready to play, Celine?"

"I'm ready!" Celine answered, with a big smile on her face. "I'm going to pick number eighteen, since I was born on September 18th."

"Fayt, open your case!" The host commanded, pointing to the blue haired man wearing a sparkly, revealing dress.

"WAIT A SECOND!" A girl in the audience shouted. "FAYT! HOW DARE YOU CHEAT ON ME! THAT'S IT, I'M GOING TO CUT IT OFF!"

"No, anything but that!" Fayt cried, kneeling on the floor, begging. "I won't do it again I promise!"

"TOO LATE, IT'S GOING TO BE CUT OFF!" Sophia snapped, racing to the stage, pulling out scissors from her back pocket. She gave a sadistical laugh while chopping the air, moving the scissors closer to Fayt.

"NOT MY BEAUTIFUL BLUE HAIR! NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!" Fayt screamed, while scissor noises were heard. Sophia placed the scissors back, skipping up to her seat while Fayt sat there, bald, with his hair in his hands weeping.

"Fayt, open your damn case!" Celine hissed, marching to the stage. "I'll open it myself!"

Celine prayed it open, as it read, "Not the Father." She gave a sigh of relief, pacing back into her spot.

"Pick another case." The host informed, kicking the sobbing Fayt off of the stage.

"How about my age, nineteen!" She smiled, pointing to a random bum, while she heard the host laugh hysterically. "You wish you were nineteen!"

"Fine, twenty-three!"

Albel unlocked the case opening it as the audience went into whispers. "That's how I found out I was gay!" He grunted, as he revealed the "Not the Father" sign. "I could have told you that!" He said, hostilely, rolling his eyes.

"How about ten, for the number of plastic surgeries I've had." She decided, pointing to Dias.

Dias fiddled with the lock, unable to open it. He threw it on the floor, jumping on it, until it broke. Reaching inside the case, he pulled out a sign that said, "Father." The crowd made one large gasp as Celine fainted unto the floor.

Old AN: I was going make it Noel, but I have another plan for him. Everyone in this story loves their precious hair as if they were Samson. This story is almost done, one more character to go. Thanks for reading and review and please comment on this chapter.

New AN: I beefed up the beginning and added the end part to the new chapter. It's better so keep reading :)