"Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky, and I thought to myself: where the heck is the ceiling?" -Anonymous

Bonjourno from a non-Italian place! Wasn't that witty? No? 'Kay. Stop hurting our feelings.

'Ours?' the silent reader asks. "Yes, ours!" we reply arrogantly with a mischievous gleam in our non-existent reading glasses.

Enter EYESviolet

Hello there, you. Yes, you. No, not you. Over there. Yes, you. NO, NOT YOU, YOU!

Ahem. Sorry about that. I never was very attentive in anger management classes.

Well, obviously this is not my original Fanfiction account - see the "EYESviolet" and not the "It's Two O'Clock".

Enough of this fascinating banter. Let me introduce you to -- OOOOOF --

Enter chrissytingting , who pushes EYESviolet off the chair

Hello, DEAR READERS. I welcome ALL readers *ahem, since I am obviously the more logical and nicer of the two. Plus, I never took anger management classes, though SHE says that I need a therapist. I really don't see why... OOH SOMETHING SHINY.

So yes, I'm chrissytingting. No, I'm not named after the 'Ting Tings' or something. *Whispering* And EYESviolet doesn't actually have violet eyes...

Enter EYESviolet, who pushes chrissytingting off of our unfortunately-shared chair.

Violence! *giggle* And yes, chrissy. I just giggled you.

Anyway. I'd liiike to mention that while chrissytingting over there MAY be more logical, I remain the more intelligent of the two, with my IQ of 121. BEAT THAT, YOU -- !!!1!BDUCBSDKUC

Deeeeeep breaths.

ANYWAY. I do believe this is the part where we go off into magical writing land and return with stunning work of excellence. But that may take a while, with our lackluster skill. Ahehe.