Places hands over eyes*

Sam grins wickedly and takes the keyboard*

Fun fun fun! What should I tell you? I COULD tell you that Sasha is an amazing person and you should worship her and send her TONS of e-mail and write SCADS of reviews.

Holds up a poster board of Jadeite and Saffir at laptops, diligently typing. On the screens, you can see hymns of praise*

Sasha steals keyboard back, momentarily, quickly skims message, and drops her head into her arms. She mutters, "Well, at least she got the e-mail part right!" and then barely manages to hand the keyboard back*

Sam snatches it back and continues*

I could also tell you that we're both in college and that Sasha seems to be a masochist! No, really! She takes INSANELY hard courses and PAYS to be tortured!

Sasha looks over Sam's shoulder and protests "I LIKE being a Physics major!" Sam sticks a hand over her mouth and mutters "Hush. You're scaring them!" before continuing.*

Since we're both in college, we forget little things like *ticks on fingers* sleeping, eating while sitting down, sleeping, etc. Want proof? We're writing all this at 3:30 a.m.! See? As a direct result of the fact that I LIKE my sleep, I've decided that not only is this bio finished but I'm pressing save so that Sasha can't fix it!

Blows a raspberry at Sasha* TTWWWWAAAAAPPPPP!!! *And clicks on save*