Hm, I hoped to have this up yesterday, but let's just pretend it's still yesterday. :) I mean, it's only 1 AM. Anyway, so, yesterday (Jan. 23rd) was my birthday and so I decided, "Hey, why don't I FINALLY update something?" And...so, I pulled a chapter of RDG out of my bum.

Literally. This chapter had no plan. I just kinda sat down and wrote it up in about two hours, so...sorry if it sucks too bad. Saint said it was postable though, soooo...

HAPPY MY BIRTHDAY, you get a present! YAY! :D

Oh, and also, today (Jan. 24th) is a certain bird-kids birthday as well. :) FANG!

Well, Saint's Fang. Heh. Anyway, so it's his birthday today, and he is officially 20. YAAAY! HE'S ALL ADULT-Y AND MATURE!

...BAHAHAHA!

Right, anyway, so, I hope you like this chapter. :)

"Maax," Fang groaned. I rolled my eyes, turning onto my side to look at him.

"What now?" I sighed, trying to keep the aggravation out of my voice. Unsuccessfully, might I add.

"I'm thirsty." He said in his whiniest voice. In the darkness I resisted my urge to throttle the life out of him for waking me up again and tossed the blankets off of myself, standing up.

I was still paying for sending that video in to America's Funniest Home Videos by being Fang's personal slave, which meant I had to get up at unearthly hours to do whatever he felt needed to be done. For the past week I've been woken up at 3 AM on the dot by his whiny groans and told to get him water, or a cookie, a pillow, another blanket, a wet washcloth, a new pair of underwear, whatever it was he wanted to send me after. It was starting to get on my nerves.

"Oh, and Max?" Fang said just as I turned to knob to leave the room. I turned to look at him, my grip on the doorknob tightening.

"What is it, Fang?" I nearly growled. As you can tell, I am not a very happy person when I'm woken up at three in the morning and sent on a crazy trip to do something totally unnecessary.

"I need a pair of socks. Oh, and Sprinkles wants that container of icing out of the fridge?" He told me.

"Sprinkles?" I questioned.

"Yeah, y'know, the emo cupcake. He wants to wallow in self pity while eating icing." Fang explained. I sighed, shaking my head and walking out the door. Did I also mention that more than half the flock is sick? Fang included. Iggy and I are the only healthy ones, this has even hit Mom and Ella. So along with having to do whatever Fang asks me as payback, I also have to take care of the rest of the house. And whatever they have...it causes delusions. Ig and I have been able to keep their temperatures down for the most part at least. But Fang still insists on their being an emo cupcake in the corner of my room.

I sighed, knowing I shouldn't be that aggravated at Fang, seeing as he's sick and all. But really, three in the morning? EVERYDAY? If he weren't sick, I would so kick him out of my room.

"Someone aggravated?" A familiar voice asked when I slammed the fridge door closed. I turned to look at the boy standing in the middle of the kitchen, typing up a purple robe with pink polka dots on it. He had to stop stealing things from my sister's closet.

"What makes you say that, Ig?" I asked.

"Your death grip on that water bottle and your anger at the fridge." He answered. "And why do you have icing?"

"It's for 'Sprinkles'." I told him. "And I'm not usually my happiest at three in the morning. I apologize."

"Do you ever think that may Sprinkles is just Fang's emo side coming out?" Iggy said after a long moment of silence. "Y'know, like, his alter ego or something. Maybe Fang really is emo, we just don't know it 'cause he hides it so well in the form of a cupcake."

"I don't know..." I said slowly. "But I do know that Fang has a messed up mind since he's seeing emo cupcakes. I didn't know cupcakes could be emo." I continued my way back upstairs, handing Fang his bottle of water and sitting the icing in the corner of the room.

"Need anything else?" I asked him, running a hand through his hair gently. He was warm again, but not too much to be alarmed right now. It was probably just from being in my hot room. As we all know, my room is not the coolest.

"Open the window." He said, rolling back onto his side. "Oh, and go to sleep. You seem tired."

"Really now?" I muttered. I sighed, shaking my head, again, and opened the window before crawling back into the bed beside of him.

The next day was...interesting to say the least.

"Max! I'm thirsty."

"Iggy, where's my soup?"

"Max, it's hooot."

"Iggy, you never got me a water!"

"Max, it's cold!"

"Iggy, I need another blanket."

"Max, it's hot again!"

"Iggy, close the window."

"No, Max, don't let him, I'm burning."

"Iggy pleeease I'm freezing!"

"Max, it's cold now, close the window."

"Iggy, I want soup!"

"SPRINKLES WET THE BEEED!"

I leaned against the cabinets in the kitchen, totally worn out from running upstairs and back down so much.

"Okay, I have an idea." Iggy announced, coming back into the kitchen. I looked over at him as I prepared Angel's lunch. "Let's feed them chocolate, lots of chocolate. The sugar will make them hyper, give them energy, and they'll be able to do this stuff themselves instead of wearing us out all day."

I rolled my eyes. "Uh-huh, I'm sure that'll work, Igs. You get right to that."

"Well, either that, or we move all the sickies down to the living room so we only have to walk down the hall to get to them." He shrugged, putting a bowl of soup on the tray I was getting ready to take up to Angel.

"That, is actually a good idea." I said. "Mom's already on the first floor, so she can stay in her room...we can pull down a few matresses. Dang Ig, when did you get smart?"

"I have always been smart, I just never chose to show it," he said. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, sure, you get some matresses or something and I'll take this up to Angel." I moved past him with the tray and hurried up the stairs. But somehow, my foot caught on the step above in, causing me to trip over it and land face first on the next few steps. The tray flew out of my hands, rolling back down the steps, and I followed them, bumping and hitting every step. I'm pretty sure I managed to hit my head on the railing and wall a couple times as well. There was a sharp pain in my right ankle.

"Max?" Iggy's voice called from the kitchen in alarm. I heard his footsteps coming towards me, then his hands under my arms, pulling me to my feet. I winced when I tried to put pressure on my foot, leaning into Iggy as he led me to the couch, taking my leg and examining my ankle.

"Looks like we've got another bed-ridden flock member. You sprained your ankle pretty bad." He said. "I'll wrap it and get you some ice. Just stay, don't move."

"But what about the rest of the flock?" I asked.

"I'll take care of them. They'll be fine, I'll help 'em migrate down here before lunch." He said.

"But don't you need help getting matresses and stuff down here?"

"Max, I can do it by myself. I am a man, just listen to my deep manly voice. I'm perfectly capable of this."

"You know, Fang's voice is deeper than yours."

"...shut up, Gimpy. It's 'cause he has black hair. We all know guys with darker hair have deeper voices. Doesn't make them anymore manly."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Just hush." He walked off.

And then I was joined by the rest of my sickly flock downstairs, everyone bed-ridden except for Iggy. Oh, how much fun Iggy will have for the next few days.

Iggy: So, you like it? Think Skits did a good job in those two hours of simply typing whatever came to her demented little mind? WELL TELL US!

You want MORE?

You want another CHAPTER?

REVIEW! Seriously, positive reviews inspire her to update. (Most of the time.)

Me: Actually, you'll have to wait for another week before the next RDG update, sadly. Why? Well, you all know St. Fang of Boredom, si? Well, if you do, then you probably know she's going to be going to Florida for the next week. And...she's my beta-reader...you making a connection?

I refuse to ever post a chapter without her reading it over first, since that's kinda why I asked her to be my beta. And heck, if it weren't for her, I wouldn't be posting this, 'cause I honestly am not a fan of this chapter. BUT, anyway.

SO. R&R? (I may have more than one chapter next time. ;) )