---If I ever meet you I'll control alt delete you.

Well I trip to the doctors proved that it was acute pneumonia. (Tupaws was right for the second time in his life shakes fist) But I'm fine now, just an occasional headache and cough.

Now that I'm better I've written a better chapter this time. I must say that this may be one of my favorite chapters since the 'Never Say Never'.

I didn't get as many reviews for the last chapter as I normally get. Either that chapter was worse then I thought, or not many people read fanfiction over the summer.

I'm really sad at the moment because none of the three stories I'm currently reading are updating anymore, White Angel Chan hasn't updated in like a year, the Band Wars has only been updated once, and Her Sweetness put I Believe in Sand Between My Toes on hiatus. cries Now I have nothing to read.

This coming Friday (August 4) is my 18th birthday, I'm so old. (Just thought I'd throw that out there Ego Trips)

Before I go I want to give a shout out to Guardian-Devil-Hawkeye (who might not even read this story) For being the only one that I know of to find me on Gaia after noticing I have an account in my Random Rant. I also want to give a big hugs and lots of cookies to The Anti Blonde for being the first person EVER to recognize me in public for writing this story.

Yay I'm famous! ---

Chapter Thirty-Six

Worlds Worst and Lets Make a Date

"The Millennium Tissue, Ishtar?" Atemu said when he came backstage to find the players lounging around like the lazy players they are.

"Hell yeah," Marik chuckled, "Greatest Item ever."

"How is that a great item?" Joey asked.

"I already explained it," Marik sighed, "You could send your germs to the Shadow Realm and you wont be sick anymore."

"You dolt," Bakura growled, "Then all the germs would be in the Shadow Realm."

"What if the Shadow Realm got sick?" Seto asked.

"That would be horrendous," said Bakura.

"Only for you Tomb Robber," Atemu laughed, "Knowing your luck the Shadow Realm would get pneumonia."

"Ha! Yeah Bakura, you'd go there and there'd just be a sign hanging there saying the Shadow Realm was closed for extermination," Marik said, the whole room was dying of laughter, except for the white haired yami.

"Oh my god, just imagine a giant extermination tent over the Shadow Realm!" Seto roared with laughter.

"You all suck," Bakura pouted.

"Come on 'Kura," Marik rolled his eyes, "You know that would be hilarious to see."

Bakura sat and visualized the strange image in his head. His lips curled into a smirk and he chuckled.

---(--)---

After what was probably the most ridiculous conversation ever on Whose Line the Host and players returned to the stage to continue the show because without the show Whose Line could not go on… Well it probably could, but that would be completely absurd and pointless… much like this paragraph. Ahem, continuing…

"Welcome back to Whose Line is it Anyway," Atemu said to the audience, "The show where everything is made up and the are just a stupid cliché that no one cares about, just like the line 'This one time at Band Camp'. They're just that over used."

"No arguments here," Seto said.

"Lovely," Atemu grinned, "Let's move onto our next game then… World's Worst!"

The players got up and went to center stage where they stood on the 'World's Worst Step' and awaited Atemu's instructions, since Seto was the only on to play this game before.

"Okay, in this game our players stand on the World's Worst Step and have to come up with the world's worst person or thing," Atemu explained, "And in this round you have to come up with the world's worst person to be stuck on an island with."

Marik was the first to step down.

"Wasn't that a great Hoedown? Let's sing an Irish Drinking Song now!" he said before singing, "Ohhh idi didi didi didi didi didi dii!"

Atemu buzzed him out. Marik stepped but up on the step and Joey stepped down.

"Look, I carved the oars into toothpicks."

He was buzzed out and Seto stepped down next. He covered his eyes.

"Three… Two… One." He uncovered his eyes and frowned, "Oh, you didn't hide."

Atemu buzzed him out and Marik stepped down again.

"I made a blow-up doll out of the raft."

Atemu buzzed him out and Bakura stepped down this time, staggering.

"But why is the rum gone!" he exclaimed pretending to be Captain Jack Sparrow. When Atemu buzzed him out, Bakura stepped backwards up the step, but missed and fell over on his back. "Ouf!"

"Oh my Ra," Atemu gasped.

"'Kura, are you alright?" Marik asked helping the other yami up.

"I think so," Bakura said, rubbing his bottom. He glared and turned to the offending stair, pointing at it, "That stair is possessed by the Devil!"

"Stop being such a Drama Llama," Seto said, rolling his eyes.

"Alright, this game is over," Atemu said hitting the buzzer repeatedly. The players returned to their seats. "That'll be ten pity points to the Tomb Robber for—"

"I don't need your pity, Pharaoh!" Bakura snapped.

"Fine, then hundred points to everyone else," said Atemu.

Bakura cursed the host under his breath.

"Time to move onto our next game," Atemu said, "…Let's Make a Date!"

The four players got up again and went to center stage where they sat down on stools that had magically appeared there.

"Now in this game Marik is pretending to be on a dating type show and the other three players have been given a strange quirk or identity. Marik has to ask them questions and try to figure out who everyone is."

"Just keeps getting better and better," said Marik.

"Alright, take it away."

"Bachelor number one?" Marik said in a girly way, flipping his hair over his shoulder.

Bakura: MySpace Whore

"Yes? "Bakura said pretending to hold a camera over his head.

"If we went out of a date," Marik said, "What would we do?"

"Tom's going to love this one," Bakura said pretending to take a picture of himself at a odd angle that probably could have doubled as an extreme yoga position, "A date?"

Bakura sat up right on the stole again.

"Well first I'd show you all my friends, I just got my thousandth one yesterday," Bakura said taking a picture at another odd angle, "Then of course I'll show you all my pictures. Oh, these are the best yet…"

Bakura trialed off flipping through the pictures he had on his camera.

"Sounds mind-blowing," Marik drawled, "Bachelor number two?"

Joey: Is all the animals on Noah's Arc.

As to answer Marik, Joey made a strange animal noise that sounded like a goat noise… or maybe a dolphin.

"When I was little I wanted to grow up to be a chair," Marik said, "What did you want to be when you grew up?"

Joey made another goat noise followed by a hiss, a meow, and an unnatural gargling.

"Invigorating," Marik purred, "Bachelor number three?"

Seto: Still hypnotized from last nights stage show.

"Yes," Seto said calmly.

"If I could take my man anywhere I'd take them to place so we can be alone," Marik said, "Where would you take me?"

"I would… take you…" Seto stood up and started to do the Macarena. He then stopped and screamed, "Elvis! Elvis! Come eggs, join me in marriage!"

Seto sat back down again clucking like a chicken. Joey turned and barked at the CEO, Seto looked at him.

"Miss piggy, nice to see you," Seto said in a daze, returning his gaze to the audience, "Who made the salad?"

"Okay, Bachelor number one," Marik said continuing as Seto glanced longingly to the sky and Joey pursed his lips, putting his hands to his cheeks like a fish, "Hello."

"You again?" Bakura asked, pretending to type on a computer.

"If I was a fruit I would be an avocado," said Marik, "If you were a fruit what kind of fruit would you be?"

"Fruit?" Bakura asked, looking up from his fake computer, "Why would I want… of course! Fruit!"

Bakura pretended to grab his camera.

"This will be the greatest thing to hit the site yet!" the white haired yami exclaimed jumping a crossed Joey into Seto's lap. He held up the camera and gave Seto a big kiss, pretending to take a picture of it.

It was then Atemu decided to end the scene. Bakura returned to his seat and Seto glared at him.

"Was that necessary, Tomb Robber?" Seto said wiping his mouth.

"Yup," Bakura chuckled, pretending to look at the picture on his camera.

"Alright Marik, who are they?" asked Atemu.

"Well, Bachelor number one is a famous photographer…" Marik guessed, "of some strange nature."

"Nope, he was a MySpace whore," Atemu said, "MySpace is a site on the Internet."

"Yeah, like I go on the internet all the time," Marik grumbled.

"Well apparently Bakura does," Atemu said.

"I saw MySpace: The Movie," Bakura shrugged.

"Sheesh," Marik said, "Bachelor number two is Noah's Arc?"

"Yup!"

"And I'm kind of intrigued by bachelor number three, who's clearly encompassing every paranoid mental illness known to man."

"No."

"No?" Marik asked.

"No."

"Then he's a member of my family," Marik concluded.

"That's close enough," Atemu said, "He's still hypnotized from last night stage show."

"Oh, that was so obvious," Marik said as the players returned to their seat again.

"Another great game," Atemu said, "Four million points to Bakura for being the fourth person to kiss Seto."

"Ooo, Seto you're such a man whore," Bakura chuckled.

"I'm just that sexy," Seto grinned pulling a mirror out of his pocket and admiring himself in it., "People can't kept their lips off me."

Joey violently gagged, Seto glared at him.

"I'd watch it mutt," Seto threatened also pulling the Notebook out of his pocket, he has big pockets, "You forget who's writing this story now."

"Oh yeah."

"Well," Atemu said, "That's all for this chapter, we'll be back with more Whose Line, right after this commercial. Don't go anywhere!"

---"What about the soccer ball?"

"I can't eat that!"---