"Heeeeeeeeey~..." Sasaki mischievously poked Fujiwara in the back of his neck. "Kyouko and Kuyou wanna play Truth or Dare."

"I'm not interested," he snapped, going back to his newspaper as he relaxed in the spare room Kyouko had given him out of the goodness of her heart.

"It's either that or Spin the Bottle," she protested, "and you know how Kuyou can get when we play that."

The time-traveler began to sweat nervously, remembering last time's turn of events when he'd been forced to watch Kuyou steamily make out with a tin of soup. "...Fine."

ONE DARE-FILLED HOUR LATER~...

Fujiwara approached the door hesitantly, holding a brick behind his back. "I sure hope I'm not going to regret this," he murmured to himself, raising it above his head.

After Kyouko had been invited to join in the game, Fujiwara had known the night wasn't going to end well for him. That girl really did carry too many bricks around with her for her own good.

"...What're you doing?"

The time-traveler turned around hastily.

There stood our favorite knife-nut, Ryoko Asakura.

"Oh... ya know..." He gestured with his hands, quickly shoving the brick in his back pocket. "Just... being a nuisance to society..."

Ryoko placed her hands on her hips and walked up to him in a haughty way. "Well, a brick's NOT going to do much damage to a door on any of these apartments," she said breezily. "They're built to deter any forcible entry. No, what you REALLY need for these kind of doors..."

She pulled out a chainsaw from her skirt.

"...is my newest companion, Knify Jr.!"

Fujiwara watched in stunned silence. "...How did you fit that down your skirt?"

"Never mind that," she said, flicking back a strand of her hair. "Why are you trying to break into Miss Nagato's home?"

"Kyouko..." he explained, knowing she'd understand.

"...I see... She really does carry too many bricks with her..." Shrugging, Ryoko moved towards the door. When suddenly...

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU PEOPLE!" Mr. Kimidori the floating dog screeched. The two vandals turned around. The balloon-dog was stood behind them, carrying groceries (don't even get me STARTED on explaining how he could carry them). Ryoko flinched.

"...IT WAS HIM!" she yelled, pushing Knify Jr. into Fujiwara's arms. "I, UH, I GOTTA SKIDADDLE NOW... SEE YOU AT SCHOOL!" She kicked the floor and a trap-door suddenly opened up underneath her, sending her falling down several stories. The boy and dog stared in amazement.

After that, Mr. Kimidori suddenly eyed Fujiwara. Fujiwara swallowed nervously.

"U-Uh... I, uh, I wasn't really gonna... Uh... Wh-What are you doing with that bag...!"

THREE HOURS LATER~...

Fujiwara flopped down on his makeshift bed, exhausted after three rounds with Mr. Kimidori. He'd sure learnt his lesson.

...Never piss off horny balloon-dogs.

"Oh, hello~..." He looked up and saw Kyouko standing over him. "Did ya do it?"

"No!" Fujiwara spat. "And you can have your motherfucking brick back!" He tossed it at her.

Shrugging, Kyouko put it in her mouth and began to suck it.

"Mmmmm... Tastes like your back pocket," she mumbled, batting her eyes.


A/N: This entry was written by my dear friend, Cha-Cha Cheesecake. Thank her for creating this round of humor.

Personally, my favorite part of all had to be the ending with Kyouko and the brick. I laughed so hard at it the first time I read it myself. And Knify Jr. FTW.