Disclaimer: I own nothing except Heather and Alister.

Michael shook his head.

"Anyway, did my 'bull shit' work on you?"

From the background I distinctly heard a shriek.

"Hannibal? Is that one of your victims, cause...."

He interrupted me mid sentence.

"What? I swear I didn't actually like her at all...Clarice?!...Watch your mouth, young lady."
I sighed.

"20 years younger than you lady." I amended, before repeating,

"So, I'm a bitchy, slutty, whore of a girl, huh?"

A slight pause.

"She heard that!..."

Next, I heard a whiny female voice...Clarice?

"Why?! Why?! Why?!"

"What?!" I exclaimed.

A sharp voice replied.

"Huh? Oh, those are the kids...Which are mine, wondering why Daddy is talking to a strange woman..."

I heard the whiny voice again.

"Why, why, why, can't I have the last cookie, Daddy?!"

Stunned silence

"They came from me, not you...Hannibal helped...

We're married...making him mine, and me his...He has a cute ass...which, I case you didn't know, was also...MINE."

Everyone looked at the phone, which was held away from me.

I stared at the phone one eyebrow arched in concern for the woman on the other end.

Perhaps when Hannibal took her for a 'test drive' he had 'accidentally' scrambled her brains by forcing her up against the headboard, and then giving her a pleasant surprise between the sheets, thus making her smack her head against the headboard, causing the brain scrambling...and noticing the leaking brain juice, became hungry, and potentially ate it.

"Now, if you don't mind, I have scheduled a family outing, and really must get back to my family, goodbye."

She hung up hard enough to pop my eardrums.

"Shit, and I didn't even find out how to blackmail Michael."

Alister whispered to Michael.

His eyes lit up, and motioned for me to throw him the paper.

I grabbed the afore mentioned blackmail material, and then threw him the paper.

After a minute he threw it back to me.

"Who says you'd have to blackmail me?"

I looked up smiling.

"You will talk to me then?"

I threw the paper back so he could answer.

He answered alright.

After a patch of quiet searching, Michael got up from the couch, and walked to the small hall bathroom.

I heard the tap to the shower start.

Laurie and Alister began laughing, as Michael emerged from the bathroom (Fully dressed) thank god.

He motioned toward the door grandly.

They began laughing.

I simply repeated:

"Smart ass."

He suddenly, and solemnly looked at me.

I think a resigned sigh escaped me.

"Well, Michael...I guess someone has to have that shower, huh?"

He nodded wisely.

Laurie and Alister just stood there dazed, unspeaking, as I closed the door behind.

Damn Freddy and his shower joke.

~ In hell ~

Freddy and the other guys watch what happened in stony silence.

"DAMN IT! THAT WAS MY SHOWER!!!! CURSE YOU MICHAEL!!!"

Pinhead just chuckled sadistically.

"This is the ultimate torture!" Pinhead whispered to himself.

The screen went black.

Freddy was still shouting insults at the darkened screen.