At the metaphorical Author HQ, which for Quizy was a giant red skyscraper with two yellow stripes and flying purple anteaters, a giant grass snake looking pokemon from the fifth generation slithered up next to the building. On top of it, rode Quizy wearing beach shorts and sunglasses. He cheerfully swatted away a beach ball with his tail and hopped off the new grass starter.

"Thanks Tsutaaja, keep this up, and you'll get a role in the story in no time!" He smiled at the overgrown Taxi-Slave and Tsutaaja barked happily, then slithered away.

Quizy walked up to the Author HQ building door which had a pair of happy looking Robotic Operating Buddies waiting to open the door for him. Quizy walked through as they cheerfully opened the door for him while staring at him behind masks that had smiley faces painted on them. He thanked them both and they eagerly closed the door behind him.

The one on the right's eyes glowed an eery red light and the smiley face mask grew a bit scary. "MUAHAHAH... Now I can rip those ungrateful authors' limbs apart and feed on them in my powerful vengeance! MUAHAHAHA!" it cackled.

The other robot looked down pitifully and groaned. "I hate my life..."

As Quizy happily walked up the stairs to his room (because he thought the elevators were controlled by the government and they would drop him to the afterlife as soon as he got on), he began talking to himself.

"Oh boy, it's so great to be back!" he laughed. "The last six weeks of school were a frigging nightmare. I'm so happy now that I'm done with all that jank and that I can get back to writing. I hope Quizeh did a good job coming up with plot ideas while I was gone... How long has it been since I last updated? I hope it wasn't more than three months... God, everyone's going to think I'm dead again..." he quivered at the thought of facing everyone's wrath at posting another I'm-too-lazy-to-update-monthly-I'm-so-pitiful-now-go-make-me-a-sandwich-as-I-rape-your-family-and-spend-your-life's-savings-on-gingerbread-cookies-type filler chapter.

"Oh, here's my room. Why does it keep changing floors, though? I can never find it..." Quizy unlocked his room door, number forty-two, but before he could open the door, a shadow wisp flung the door open.

"We're out of gingerbread", it stated simply.

Quizy sighed and held up his necklace with a peace sign on it, causing the shadow to be absorbed back into its original owner. "Quizeh, you eat like 500 gingerbread men a day. Where am I going to get the money for all that?"

"Nyeeeeeeh", replied Quizeh, walking into the trash-filled room.

"QUIZEH, WHA'D YOU DO TO MAH ROOM?"

"Well, I do enjoy to kill my prey before I eat it"

"You were chasing turkeys around again? No, never mind. I don't want to know. Please just tell me you at least got a little bit of stories done..."

"I DID start writing a horror story about an ice cream stand... I got about one third of a page done and you were in it"

"Did I die?"

"Yeah"

"Of course I did. Well, I hope you enjoyed the stories I subscribed to. You wrote good, constructive reviews, didn't you?"

"Well... see, about that..."

"You wrote no reviews, did you?"

"Nope"

"THEN WHAT DID YOU DO?"

Quizeh sweated a bit. "Well, let's just say I wouldn't let small children look at what's on your computer"

"Quizeh, you perv!"

"Hey! At least I don't go around crushing on girls, then write a pitiful story with you and her live happily ever after!"

"You leave Kuizie out of this!" Quizy's face turned bright red.

"And why did you pick Master Hand to represent her? She has man hands?"

"She's v-very creative a-a-and artsy-n-now l-like you kn-know. Qui-Quit it, Oh Quizeh, Stop it! Stop it! Waaaaaaaaah!" Quizy cried.

"Muahahaha..." Quizeh laughed, turning into a smokey wisp again as Quizy bawled on the floor. "Sorry, folks, we're having technical difficulties. Snicker, snicker"

Yeah... this whole thing is really embarrassing. I bet it looked like I was dead for the longest time. I've been so busy at school lately. I was never a fast writer in the first place and combined with school and my short attention span, I've had basically no time to write. Of course, I don't really have an evil twin bro who lives in my head, but sometimes it sure as heck feels like it. So, I set that "Quizeh" part of my brain to come up with plot ideas because most of my time went with problems at school, but that part of me isn't that great of a worker since it's so undernourished.

There are so many random things in here, it's almost ridiculous:

1. I have no idea why I'm riding in on a giant Tsutaaja.

2. Notice I'm dressed for the beach when I was supposed to be at school.

3. Two randomly placed R.O.B.'s with smiley face masks open the doors. One was evil and the other was pessimistic.

4. I'm scared of elevators. It feels so creepy when they go upstairs.

5. I live in room 42 since it IS the answer to Life, The Universe, and Everything. It randomly changes floors for some reason.

6. In the story, Quizeh lives in my head, but can separate in the form of a wisp.

7. Quizeh has two weaknesses. He's obsessed with gingerbread and he loves puppies

8. Sometimes, I have habits of picking on myself because of my pitiful love stories. Kuizie is the nickname I gave to the girl who Master Hand was based off of and if someone started teasing me about her, I have a sinking feeling I probably would start bawling.

Oh, sorry guys. I would tell you that this whole problem was solved, but I don't want to end up bringing in bad mojo and whatnot. It IS summer now, though, so it shouldn't be too hard. By the way, I had a HUGE plot idea for How to Smash, so I'm feelin' kinda inspired. I just felt it was my duty to be sure to let you all know that I've been working hard to slack off.

Quizy, out!